Authors: Helen Cooper
“I had no idea who you were then Ms. Nichols and this position is very very real. You may know me as an actor but I am
in the process of writing my first movie. I want it to be a success.”
“I see.” She looked at him in doubt.
“You don’t and that’s not important. It won’t be your job to see. It will be your job to write.”
“Ok.” All of a sudden she felt excited. She would be able to write. She had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.
“So Alice tell me why you want this job.” Oliver sat back in his seat and stared at her intently. Alice knew that she wanted this job badly. No matter that she had had an awkward encounter with Oliver just the previous weekend.
“I’ve always wanted to be a screen writer. I wrote the play that we performed in my high school drama class and I’ve written short scripts for off-off
Broadway
plays in New York.”
“Do you only write plays for the stage?” Oliver questioned seriously, she could see him jotting down notes. His hands were strong and masculine. She shivered thinking about all the dreams she had had of him with his hands all over her.
“No,” she paused. “I’ve written scripts for commercials, TV shows, movies.” She waited for him to talk. She could barely believe she was in an office with Oliver Park.
“Do you have a portfolio? Any samples for me to see?”
Shit! Alice paled. She knew she had forgotten something. “No. Not on me.” She swallowed hard.
“I see.” He stared at he then thoughtfully. “I’m surprised.”
“Surprised?” She asked questioning.
“Yes. I’m surprised you forgot your portfolio when you are attending a very important interview. And I’m surprised you are dressed like a slut for a professional job interview.
She gasped in shock.
“Don’t bother shouting at me this time Ms. Nichols. There is no one here to impress with your bravery. And I certainly am not in the mood.”
“I’m not a slut.” Alice spoke, though not very confidently as she looked down at her legs and saw that her skirt had ridden halfway up her thighs.
“No. Of course you aren’t.” Oliver drawled at her. “Ms. Nichols, I need to know that you can feel the emotions that you write. That your writing is sincere and honest. That’s the type of writing that connects with audiences.”
“I am a good writer Mr. Park.” Alice spoke earnestly.
“But I have no way to validate that Ms. Nichols. You showed up without any samples.”
“I can go and get some.”
“You do understand that my time is precious don’t you Ms. Nichols?”
“Yes sir.”
Oliver stood up and smiled. “There is of course another way I can check.”
“Sure. Whatever you need.” Alice smiled. She would do whatever it took. She did not want to go back to being a nanny.
“As you know, I have a new movie coming out soon. I want you to rewrite one of the scenes and act it out with me.”
“Oh, but I’m not an actress.”
“Ms. Nichols, this is how I work. I write and then I act it out to make sure it is believable. If you want this job, this will be a required part of your duties.” Oliver looked at her coldly.
She wanted to stand up and leave. But she knew that Hollywood was hard and weird. She may never get another chance like this again.
“Okay, sure.” He smiled at her words.
“Good. I’ll give you an hour and then we act it out.”
He stood up and walked over to her. “Follow me, we will go to my office.”
“Uh yes Mr. Park.”
“Call me Oliver, and I will call you Alice.” He smiled. “If we are going to work closely together we should be on a first name basis.”
“Yes Mr., I mean Oliver.” Alice followed him out of the room and into an elevator. She stood close to him as the elevator filled up. She was amused at all the greetings he received; everyone was so excited to see him. She smiled to herself, just two weeks ago she would have been one of those excited at the opportunity of seeing him and now here she was, interviewing with him and slightly hating him.
“We are off here Alice.” He nodded to her as he walked out. “But don’t worry we will be back in the elevator soon.”
She nodded, unsure how to take his words. Did he mean that he would be kicking her out soon? Had she already lost the job?
“In here Alice.” He ushered her into his office. It was huge and luxurious, she felt slightly intimidated. Oliver Park in a suit was heady stuff.
“Here’s the scene I want you to rewrite, I’ll be back in an hour.” He winked at her and walked out the door.
Alice read the scene quickly to see what she was working with and gasped in shock. It was a sex scene set in an elevator and it was spicy. It read like porn.
She didn’t know what to do. There was no way she wanted to be involved in a porno. Just no way. Not as an actress and not as a writer. She leaned back in the chair and sighed. What was she going to do? She could walk out of Oliver’s office right now and go back to her job as a nanny or she could she suck it up and write. This was Oliver Park’s office. This was the big time. She had a decision to make. She bit her lip and sighed. She knew what she had to do.
Oliver walked back into the
office,
as she was finishing up the last lines of the scene. She looked up at him flushed. It was a sexy scene and she had thought about Oliver as she had been writing. She wriggled in her seat as he walked in.
“Let me have a look at what you’ve written.” He sat down next to her, his fingers grazing hers as he took the papers from her.
“I didn’t know you did porno’s now Oliver?” She bit out at him recklessly.
“I thought you had seen all of my movies?” He questioned her and she frowned. Had she told him that?
“Hmm, very nice.” He smiled up at her as he read the scene. “Very naughty and sexy.” He ran a hand across her leg. “I’m surprised a stiff like you could write this,”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She looked at him angrily.
“Don’t be offended Alice, but you look like you haven’t been fucked in a while.”
She slapped him and he laughed. “I’m guessing you don’t really care about this job?”
“How dare you?” She began. He leaned over towards her and whispered in her ear, “Oh I dare Alice. I’m Oliver Park, didn’t you know.” She was still as he talked, she felt a thrill of pleasure run through her body and she squealed when she felt his tongue in her ear. She sighed as he pulled away from her.
“So Alice, what’s it to be? You going to act out this scene with me or are you going to go home?”
“How much of the scene?” She whispered. She couldn’t believe she was even considering it.
“As much as I want.” He grinned but he stared at her intently without a smile in his eyes.
“I don’t know.”
She played with the pen in her hand. She didn’t know what to do.
“You have twenty seconds to make up your mind. I have important things to do today Alice.” He got up and walked to the door. She felt angry that he was dismissing her.
“I’ll do it.” She stood up with a surge of energy.
“Good. I’m glad to hear that.” He grabbed her
arm,
as she was about to walk through the door. “Do not give anything away in the elevator Alice or this will be the last chance I give you.” His eyes bore into hers.
“Yes Oliver.” She shivered as she spoke. Her body was on pins and needles in anticipation. She didn’t know how far Oliver was going to take this scene.
“We’ll travel up to the 100
th
floor and start from there. Okay?” He questioned her.
“Yes.” She followed him into the elevator and swallowed as they travelled up. He pushed her when they reached the 100
th
floor.
“Get out Alice.” She felt his hand on her ass as she walked out of the elevator and wondered for a second just how far she was willing to go for this job. She waited a few minutes until a crowd had built up waiting for the elevator and then pushed the button. She had to push her way to the back to be near Oliver when the elevator finally arrived. She stood directly in front of him with her back to him and pretended she didn’t know him. She left a couple of inches between them at first but as the elevator became fuller she found herself pushed into him. She felt her ass pushed up against his groin and wanted to groan.
“Nice to see you today Sir.” She turned around and beamed at him, repeating the lines that she had just written.
“Good Morning Jenny.” Oliver was in character and nodded at her while snaking his right arm around her waist
. She stood still for a moment, not sure if she could go though with this. It was then that she felt Oliver’s hand squeezing her right breast. Instinctively, she pushed herself back against him and rubbed her ass against him. She could feel him getting hard. She pretended to drop a file and bent down to pick it up, as she straightened herself, she felt his fingers slip into her skirt and started rubbing her over her panties. She gasped and shivered. Oliver Park’s fingers were rubbing her clit through her panties and she didn’t want it to stop.
She reached behind her and started rubbing his cock though his pants and shocked herself when she unzipped his pants. She looked around her quickly but no one was really paying attention to them.
Oliver pulled her in closer to him and whispered in her eye. “Bend over a bit.” She did as he said and groaned as she felt the tip of his penis rubbing her through her panties. She felt Oliver’s hands quickly move her panties to the side and she almost collapsed when he pushed the tip of himself into her hole. He quickly removed it and ran it up and down her slit. Alice tried to push back into him so that he would enter her but all he did was run the tip up and down her clit. She thought she was going to burst.
The elevator abruptly came to a halt and Oliver quickly zipped himself up and pulled the back of the skirt down.
“Let’s go Alice.” He pulled her out of the elevator and walked over to his office.
Alice followed him blindly. Her pussy was heavy and aching with need. She could barely think straight.
“Inside.” Oliver pushed her into the room and pointed her over to a scene. “So Alice, I think you lied.” She looked at him in confusion.
“I think you are a very good actress.” He sat down next to her.
“Thanks.” She mumbled back at him. She felt ashamed of herself. What spell had he cast on her that had nearly allowed him to fuck her in a crowded elevator?
“Good script as well. I liked the part you added in about the secretary bending over.” He licked his lips. “Makes it a lot easier to slip in a dick now.”
She gasped at the crassness of his words.
“Oh Alice, don’t pretend to be offended now.” He pushed his hands
in-between
her legs and squeezed her thighs. She ached to push his hands away but also ached to feel his hands on her again.
“I think you like writing a good sex scene.” He watched her as he pushed his fingers up against her pussy. “You like being pleased, don’t you?” He pushed his fingers inside her panties and started rubbing her clit. All she could do was stare at him.
“I think that,” he continued talking as his fingers played with her. “I think that I could have had you in the elevator, right Alice?” He stared at her as he pushed his fingers inside of her and she climaxed within seconds. He continued playing with her and then withdrew his fingers and sucked them.
“You taste very nice Alice. Very nice indeed.” She looked at him in shock, unsure of what to say and do. He laughed. “Are you sure you want to be in this business Alice?”