MF,FF, interracial, dp, dpp, creampie
Fictional story about fictional characters.
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Penny ran to her peephole when she heard movement in the hall, looked over and saw Leonard approaching 4A with his hands full of "take-out" bags. She rushed out into the hall and his face lit up with a wide grin when he saw her emerging from 4B, "hi Penny, what's up. Would you like to join us for dinner...I have plenty."
"Oh, no thanks sweetie, I've already eaten and besides I have a late shift at the Cheesecake Factory; but I need to ask you a favor...or should I say, another favor," she replied smiling.
"You know all you have to do is ask," he assured her and gestured toward his coat pocket, "would you mind...my hands are kind of full." She immediately understood and fished his keys out of his coat pocket before unlocking and opening the door for him. When they entered the apartment he shared with his condescending roommate, Dr. Sheldon Cooper, they were greeted by the three nerds occupying the room.
"Hello pretty lady," oozed Howard Wolowitz, as he eyed Penny from bottom to top.
"Well what a surprise seeing you at dinner time," Sheldon sarcastically greeted her; and Raj Koothrapalli simply waved weakly, still not comfortable enough to verbally communicate with her.
"Hello all," Penny returned their greetings, "and sorry to disappoint you Sheldon but I'm not here to eat, I merely wanted to talk to Leonard."
"Wait...why would that disappoint me," Sheldon started, then turned to Howard and asked, "sarcasm?"
"Ya think," Howard shook his head.
Leonard spread the bags on the coffee table and went to the kitchen to retrieve his beverage from the fridge. Following, Penny asked in almost a whisper, "do you think I could borrow your car again tomorrow? I thought mine was fixed, but the check-engine light is back on and I have to go to Compton tomorrow for an interview. It's only a twenty-five minute drive, but I just don't trust the car out of town...we could swap and you could use mine. It would mean a lot to me..."
"Penny," Leonard stopped her, "all you had to do was ask. I would be happy to swap cars with you...anytime." She had automatically thrown his keys in the bowl by the front door after unlocking it and he went over, dug them out and handed them to her, "just give me your keys sometime and we'll swap back when you're done with it. Is the interview about an acting job?"
She was wearing her waitress uniform, and handed him her keys from the vest pocket, "thank you so much Leonard, you are so sweet. Yes, a producer actually called and asked me to come in for an interview...he didn't even say it was an audition. I guess I'll get all the details tomorrow...keep your fingers crossed for me," she beamed as he deliberately crossed the index and middle fingers on both hands. Penny leaned close, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then left the apartment; Howard's eyes glued to her butt.
Her shift that night seemed eternal because of her excitement over her trip to Compton the next day. Penny was anticipating being offered some sort of acting job, based on her phone conversation with the man who had identified himself as Jim Mitchell. At the moment she was not in dire need of an influx of cash, but the salary from her recent Lifetime network and Showtime movie was dwindling after paying off all her debts, and she didn't want to start owing people again. He had been cryptic about the details, assuring her that he would fully explain at the interview. It intrigued her that he kept referring to it as an "interview" and not an audition.
Wanting to make a lasting impression, she decided to chose and lay out her clothes for the next day. After perusing her closet, Penny chose a pale yellow sundress with spaghetti straps that was short enough to showcase her wonderful, long legs and low-cut enough to proudly display her ample cleavage. She decided a matching yellow thong would eliminate any panty-line and going braless would give her some "bounce." The perfect pair of yellow four-inch heels would further accentuate her legs.
Knowing that a nice hot bath always helped her to relax and sleep soundly, she quickly drew a tub full of steaming water, while adding some vanilla-strawberry bath oil. After shucking her uniform and just tossing it over her hamper, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself at the pained look on Sheldon's face if he could see her messy bathroom. When she had first moved in, he had actually snuck into her apartment while she was sleeping and cleaned and tidied. When she was naked, she stopped to admire her nude body on the full-length mirror on the back of her bathroom door.
She slapped one of her perfectly round ass cheeks and there was not a hint of a ripple...firm as a Christmas ham. Cupping her wonderful 36 C breasts, Penny bounced them in her hands and was pleased with their firmness. She knew she was a knockout and enjoyed the looks she got from the opposite sex. Seeing her reflection, she wondered what Leonard's reaction would be if he could see her now, and she had to admit to herself that she hoped one day soon the lovable nerd would indeed be seeing her naked. Penny knew she had fallen for the sweet, nearsighted physicist from Cal Tech and was completely ready for a relationship with someone who was giving, rather than selfish and conceited.
Easing her body down into the toasty water, Penny proceeded to smooth body oil on her legs and shave them from the ankles all the way to her crotch. Not stopping there, she gently shaved her pubic area until it was completely smooth, "just like the day I was born," she thought. Making sure her underarms were just as smooth, Penny then folded a towel for a pillow and relaxed in her fragrant warmth. Several minutes later, her chin flopped against her chest and Penny jerked herself awake. Letting the cooling water out of the tub, she patted herself dry with a fluffy pink towel and smoothed moisturizer over every inch of her torso. "I wonder if Leonard would like to perform this task," she laughed as she slipped on a pair of pink shorts and her favorite Hello-Kitty tank top.
As she left the building the next morning, Penny saw a slip of paper on Leonard's windshield and thought, "on, no poor Leonard got a ticket," but when she retrieved and unfolded it, she realized it was a note. The heading on the stationary read, "from the desk of Dr. Leonard Hofstater," and he had written in ink, "Good Luck today...not that you need luck," followed by a big sappy smiley-face jotted in yellow highlighter. Penny laughed out loud when she saw that he had actually signed it: Leonard Hofstater. "You dear sweet man," she contemplated, "the next time I see you, you're getting a kiss."
Using Leonard's GPS, Penny had no trouble finding the address given to her during the phone call. The office of Mitchell Bros. Inc. was located on the second floor of a fairly new five floor office building, and when she arrived there was no one else in the waiting room. A very pleasant office assistant quickly took her through a maze of hallways and opened the door to Mr. Mitchell's office. He greeted her immediately with a wide smile and a firm handshake, directing her to an oversized brown leather chair in front of his huge wooden desk. Penny would have guessed he was in his forties, about as tall as the "head nerd" and had one of those ubiquitous pseudo-beards; you know the type, it's actually about three days of growth meticulously groomed and shaped.
She leaned back comfortably in the plush leather, crossing her legs and knowing she was giving him a generous glimpse of her thigh. "Penny, I hope I may call you Penny, I am so pleased to meet you. I am Jim Mitchell, and please call me Jim. I'm sure you're wondering exactly why you're here today, so let's get right down to business...time is money in our business. I am a film director and also producer and when I saw your recent Showtime film, I knew immediately that you would be just right for the lead in a new film I am ready to begin production on. You have that fresh faced innocence that is essential for the role I am casting, and quite frankly I am under some time constraints that preclude a lengthy audition process. If I don't begin production, one of my investors is threatening to back out of the deal."
