The Studio

John took the place of the studio head in his office. He pressed the button on his intercom. "Miss... whatever your name is could you get in here please?"

"Yes, sir. Johnson, Sir."

Miss Johnson walked through the door. She was an attractive young redhead, wearing a long light blue dress and glasses. John stood up and walked over to her.

"Miss Johnson, I need you to schedule a meeting with Marilyn Monroe, as soon as possible." He told her.

"Yes, Sir. Anything else?" She asked.

"Yes, then run out and get me more Scotch and cigars."

"Yes, Sir." She turned to walk away.

"Good girl." John smacked her ass so hard she had to take a step to keep from falling over. John liked the '50s.

After 30 minutes or so the intercom sounded with Miss Johnson's voice, "Sir, Miss Monroe here to see you."

"Send her in." John replied.

Marilyn burst through the doors of the office wearing a tight black top and high waisted white shorts, fanning herself with her hand. "Hello John, hot out today isn't it?" She took a seat across the desk.

As much as he wanted ****, it was hard not to admire her beauty in person. He found himself staring at her for quite a while without saying anything, only occasionally drifting from her face to her huge tits. Shame about those stupid pointy bras, he thought.

"Excuse me... John? What was it you wanted to see me about?"