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Christina Hendricks was walking from her car into the entrance of a large hotel. It was evening now and a few days since her intense second audition with James. He'd called her that morning asking her to attend a meeting at the hotel with him to discuss the show, which she figured meant to talk it over and how it would proceed as she assumed she had surely secured the role. She better have, she mused, as she thought over what she'd done for him and the way he'd treated her, leaving her throat aching for days after.
Quietly confident and dressed accordingly for her success, wearing a snug knee-length silky black dress under her coat, black nylons and heels, she entered the hotel and headed for the lifts. Nobody disturbed or seemingly recognised her as she rode up to the fifth floor, stepping into the thickly carpeted corridor and following the signs towards the room. She counted the numbers and found the door, room 575, pausing to compose herself for a moment before tapping on it, hearing footsteps.
"Christina," James smiled as he opened the door to her, light spilling from the doorway across the hall.
"Hello, James," she smiled, stepping inside as he welcomed her.
"Lovely to see you again," he said, closing the door then giving her a brief kiss. Their relationship had changed significantly in the past few days and giving him a kiss was hardly a big deal. She turned to walk into the room as he locked the door, feeling a playful smack on her ass as she did so. Christina rolled her eyes a little, knowing there was a chance she'd need to fuck him again to make absolutely sure the role was hers or something, though that didn't really worry her as he had a nice cock and knew how to use it.
She walked into the main room...and ran straight into Kat Dennings.
"Hello, Christina," Kat said, the curvy Pennsylvanian standing in front of her with a coffee in her hand, casually sipping it as the taller redhead just gaped at her for a moment. The younger actress was wearing a snug red blouse that showed off the lines of her straining bra, a long black pencil skirt, bare legs and high heels equal to her own.
"Kat, hi," she blurted out, regarding some composure and stepping forward to offer a hand for a small shake, which was returned warmly.
"What is she doing here?" Christina said to James, looking to him as he walked back into the room with them.
"She's here to discuss the show with us," he said, taking Christina's coat as she just shrugged it back into his hands on autopilot.
"With us? I thought I had the part," Christina said, looking back to her younger rival standing casually beside her.
"Would you like a drink, Christina?" Kat said.
"I...maybe later thanks," she replied, wanting to find out what was going on first.
"No problem," Kat replied.
"So James, what's going on here?" she asked, turning to him.
"Well, I won't waste your time, you've not got the part. The role's going to Kat," he said simply. Christina was hit for a moment, feeling the sudden disappointment wash over her for a minute followed by the anger at what she'd done to try and earn it. She was also reminded even more of that as the younger, gorgeous rival was standing right in front of her.
"Kat's the pick for this, they won't change their mind and it's done," he lied, since it was part of the deal he'd made with the lovely brunette days before to play Christina.
"Right," she said with a sigh, looking at the floor for a moment then straight into James' eyes.
"So what did you bring me here for then? Just to rub it in?" she said, casting another glance to Kat as her anger bubbled under the surface.
"Not at all, Christina," he said.
"Then why am I here, and why is she here?" she said, pointing at the patient Kat.
"The show has been retooled a little and, at my suggestion, they want another female lead. A secondary character to work with Kat and bounce off her, a slightly older foxy female and I've recommended you," James said.
"Are they happy with that?" she asked, heart surging a little in excitement that it was still going to work out.
"Very happy, they respect your talent as I've said and I assured them you auditioned quite determinedly for the chance," he smiled.
"That's fantastic news," she replied, a hint of a smile contrasting with her steely gaze as she ignored the nod towards quite what she'd done to get there. She knew Kat has as well so they were all in it together after all. Christina was excited for the role even if it had changed a little, looking forward to another new project and the payday that came with it even if she hadn't quite got the lead.
"However, this isn't a done deal quite yet," he said, immediately taking the edge off her happiness.
"What do you mean? I thought you said they wanted me for this?"
"They do."
"Then what's the issue?"