The limo's here

The limo driver rings the doorbell as you finish putting your clothes back on. "Just one second!" calls Amanda. "Come on inside and wait in the living room." You notice one piece of clothing left in the corner -- it's her panties! "Um Amanda? You forgot something" you say, holding them up.

She turns and smirks at you, then lifts up her dress, revealing her bare pussy. "I wasn't kidding. I'm not wearing any panties" she says with a devilish grin. "They're for you, a little souvenir."

You chuckle as you put them into your pocket. "Good, my friends were never gonna believe I was inside the Amanda Seyfried"

She giggles. "You better not, or I'll cut your throat!" She yells. She tackles you onto the bed and starts kissing you, her arms wrapped behind your neck. "Why do you say it like that, by the way?" she asks

"Say what like what?"

"you said 'the Amanda Seyfried'" she replies.

"Well," you start, a little embarrassed. "It's one thing to say that you've fucked someone, but it's different when it's someone..."

"Go ahead, silly!"

"Someone you've fantasized about for years. Someone you've mentally fucked thousands of times." you finish, your cheeks bright red. "I- I'm still not sure it's even real. Maybe this is just the anesthesia dreams while some mobster removes my kidney" (Mental note: why would you say that out loud?)

She giggles, clearly loving being your dirty fantasy. Suddenly she pinches your nipple.

"Ow!! Wha-"

"Now you know it's real silly. You really fucked your fantasy celebrity crush, and she liked it" she smiles. You kiss her again, falling more in love with this woman. "Say it again?" she asks a little timidly.

"I just fucked, and now I'm dating, THE Amanda Seyfried."

You feel like your euphoria could last your entire life, but the limo driver knocks on the door. Fuck. Guess you have to go to the photoshoot now.