Note. Still no sign of the new Batman anytime soon. And I heard that Zoe Kravitz is now to be Catwoman, so I updated my series accordingly. Totally fiction of course, and only inspired by those in celebrity.
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England, 2020.
"So. Who do I have to fuck to get a part in this picture? Robert stared at what he thought was one of the most ravishing creatures he had ever set eyes on and felt his lower lip tremble ever so slightly. The thirty year old actress had cut her hair short which emphasized her high cheekbones and perma-pout.
"Why me of course."
The handsome looking English actor spread his hands and moved in closer to Zoe Kravitz. Seated side by side, they were dining in the renowned Savoy Grill in central London on the second night of the exotic American's trip to England. Having heard that Robert and Emma Watson had both been cast in the latest entry in the lucrative Batman movie franchise, she was determined to get the coveted role of Catwoman. And she would do ANYTHING to get it.
"Well, that might just be a bonus."
Zoe eyed up the square jawed hunk with the mop of hair and thick brows and nodded in approval.
"I did have Matt Reeves in mind, but it turns out he's gay."
Robert had been cast in the lead role over a year ago on the much delayed project that had seen countless rumours as to who might be chosen for the other main characters.
"You know, you are perfect for the role of The Batman. You're a really good actor, and you have a fantastic jawline."
There had been a flurry of rumours on the casting front soon after Robert had secured the part of 'The Batman' and the names of the new Batgirl and Catwoman were eagerly awaited.
"Pity about Vanessa." Said Robert as he shrugged. The former Disney star, Vanessa Hudgens, had been initially cast as Catwoman but had given up the role due to the drawn out pre-production and laborious costume changes and fittings. This had led to a large part to fill, and Zoe was bent on getting the job. As for news on the new Batgirl, the upcoming reboot had been virtually silent on that front. Initially, the name of the complete unknown actress, Jayme Lawson had been bandied about before the announcement of the just turned thirty year old Emma Watson in the key role.
"Where are you staying?"
"Right here in the Savoy. It's the perfect location for shopping, cultural visits, and eating out. The staff and other guests are a bit stuffy mind, so I haven't had much chance of, you know, getting laid. And I have a voracious appetite for sex."
The couple were taking in a quintessential English afternoon tea in the unique glass domed artrium of the famous hotel in the Strand, and the stunning gazebo radiated natural light and warmth. The table was overloaded with sandwiches, homemade scones with cream and jam, and a selection of pastries.
"You single, Robert?"
"Very much so."
Robert took a gulp of Darjeeling tea and looked up at Zoe who cocked her head and raised her left eyebrow in puzzlement.
"Still playing the field, huh? Why not. By the by, I've got a junior suite with a fantastic view of the River Thames."
Zoe pronounced it 'Taymes' but Robert did not correct her on the way the locals called the river the 'Temz.' The sultry beauty had arrived after Robert and all eyes in the dining room turned her way as she sauntered ln wearing a daring black dress with an impossibly high slit up her right side that reached up to her hipbone.
"When was the last time you, entertained female company shall we say?"
Zoe gave him her best coquettish smile and crossed her right leg, revealing a very bare and very sexy thigh. Robert felt his dick stiffen and he shifted in his seat to ease the resulting discomfort. He was no shrinking violet by any means, but this one rang alarm bells in his head. Her raw sexuality and dominant behaviour agitated him.
"Oh, you know how it is." He answered with a lump in his throat.
The sunlight through the windows lit up Zoe's face, making her even more desirable than the young actor could ever have dreamed of. The upper half of her dress left little to the imagination and her pert breasts heaved up and down as she breathed.
"Shit!"
Robert muttered under his breath as they stared into each others eyes. Zoe's left heel had slithered up the leg of his trousers under the table cloth and now nestled gently in Robert's crotch, which now sported a perceptible tent.
"Is that a Batarang down there, or are you just pleased to see me?"
"I...er."
"I think I know what's going on in that mind of yours. My room is on the fifth floor. Care to take a look?"
Zoe gave a firmer press down on Robert's lap and he nervously looked this and that at the other diners. "Sure." He croaked and stood up awkwardly.
Zoe slid her hand around his waist, letting it travel south slowly until she cupped his lower right cheek.
"To the Batpole!"
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The pair of lust crazed actors bundled into the room and immediately began to tear each others clothes off. Locked in a French kiss they staggered into the middle of the room and in a trice they were both naked in each other arms. At six feet in height, he towered over the diminutive American, and even in her heels she still had to crane her neck to kiss him. As they hugged tightly her erect nipples thrust into his chest like two bullets.
