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Celebrity: Gal Gadot
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Clothed Sex, Cum shot
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Fidgeting with my phone, I wanted to do something other than look oh so incredibly nervous. Looking down the hallway, I could see and hear the variety of people who were all part of the massive press circuit for the latest superhero blockbuster, Wonder Woman, a lot of people, myself included, were all expecting the movie to flop. However, some of the press coming out of earlier screenings seemed to be the combo breaker for the DC extended universe, despite how awful and lame the Suicide Squad and Batman v Superman movies had been, Wonder Woman was actually looking to be better than anything.
Boy, did that make my face red.
I guess I should explain though. A couple of years ago, I was working for a podcasting network inside of New York City which was slightly... Cruder than most. I hadn't really agreed with a lot of the policies of the network, I wasn't a fan of toilet humour and always considered myself 'above' it. But, it paid the bills and if it meant I had to make the occasional cock gag or crude comment about something in the news. As an Irish immigrant, I needed the money and it was enough of a launching pad for me. Stuffing my phone back into my pocket, I looked down the hall again before meeting my reflection. My shaggy blonde hair was loose, a few inches above my collar and while my face was clean shaven, there were a few strands that floated just above my sea foam green eyes. Bringing a hand up, I ran my hand through it, trying to stylise it before chewing on my bottom lip and looking down at my feet.
Looking at how I was dressed, I stole a look at one of the other interviewers and saw just how well dressed he was. I mean, as a trendy liberal, it was sort of expected that I would not dress as well as someone from a broadsheet or whatever but the feeling always made me feel inadequate. Fidgeting with my converse shoes, I stared down at the white tips of them before sighing softly. There was something of a rough feeling inside my stomach as I felt severely underdressed. A commotion down the hall made us all look down towards the noise and I could see a mess of long brown hair bobbing up and down as 'she' made her way towards one of the rooms. A door closed with a click and then, everything seemed to die down again. Everything seemed to simmer down and my ass hit the seat that had been provided for me.
I had done interviews before, it was something that I was used to and I certainly shouldn't be feeling so nervous but who i was here to see? I had plenty of reasons to be nervous.
In my past job, I had been sent to interview Gal Gadot, the Israeli star and actress who had been cast as Wonder Woman and was set to star in Batman v Superman as Diana Prince or Wonder Woman, however you wanted to call her. Then, I had been set in front of her with the hot dog challenge. Something that sounded entirely innocent but was actually incredibly filthy. The goal of the challenge was for me, or the interviewer, to get the actress to agree to exchange oral sex for some sort of bet. I had managed to bet Gal that Batman v Superman was going to suck, which, by the majority of critics and viewers alike, seemed to suggest it did, it almost seemed like I was owed a blowjob from Gal Gadot.
She'd never remember that though would she? It's not like I had a unique name or look in Hollywood. A blonde Irish kid? Nah. She'd never remember me.
"Egg... E og... Egg han Byrne?" A voice called out before it went quiet. There it was. The typical American butchering of my name. Standing up and grabbing a hold of my stuff, I made my way down the corridor where I could see a typical Hollywood suit standing there, his eyes not leaving the iPad before him. He looked up at me briefly before gesturing with a simple motion with his finger. "How do you say your name?" He asked, his eyes still engrossed in the small hand held device he was tapping on.
"Just like Owen." I explained, a slight smirk on my face as we walked. The man made a slight noise before he closed the cover of his iPad and we made our way down towards my interviewing station. Following him down the corridor towards our destination, he rapped on the door sharply three times before the door unlocked with a click and he opened the door.
Walking in, I was greeted by the sight of a fellow interviewer making her way out and there, right in front of me was the smiling, athletic Gal Gadot who was sitting in one of the chairs that you would typically see for makeup applications. She was chatting with her assistant and then offered me a warm smile, waving her hand gently as her assistant tapped at the iPad in her hand before making her way out of the small dressing room. Watching the team leave, I turned to face the actress who was smiling warmly towards me. She was still clad in the red, blue and bronze uniform of the Princess of Thymisceria and while I was almost expecting Gal to have make up of cuts or bruises, she looked just as beautiful as the magazines would have suggested she was. The woman was tall, slender and athletic, she looked... Well, wonderful. Gal stood up off of the chair and extended a hand for me to shake, her bright red lips were stretched into a wide smile as she shook my hand.
"Eoghan, Eoghan Byrne right?" That was new... Maybe her assistant had refreshed her memory as to who I was? That seemed far more likely than this world famous actress simply recalling who I was. "You used to work for Drink. Podcast. Game right?" And just there and then, she had named who I used to work for. Did that mean she... "I think I owe you something?" Oh fuck... Gal had that serious 'Wonder Woman is about to bust a fool' look in her eyes as she gripped my hand firmly. Her eyes narrowed on mine before she laughed and let my hand go. "Don't worry about it. I don't think you're that much of a pig."
That was a relief! And while I wanted to check my hand for bruises, Gal indicated to the seat before her and she eased into her own one. Scooting up onto my own chair, I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone. While we made small talk, I had my phone set up and placed it on the small table next to the two chairs. The phone beeped to indicate it was recording and the interview began. It was a fairly standard affair, nothing super exciting really happened in it, there was a lot of towing the company line, letting me know how exciting it was to be the first lead female superstar of a superhero movie in the new decade and how she was looking to be a part of history in having a really good lead for the new movie.
As I was ready to wrap up, we were talking about some of the stunt work when Gal brought up the weapon training. Gal commented on using something as special and unique as Wonder Woman's lasso of truth. Her tool that was synonymous with one of the founders of the DC EU's Justice League. Lifting the rope up, she showed off some of the tricks she could do with it while looking over at me.
"There's a lot more I can do with this though." Gal commented, tugging the rope closer to her and laying it over the rope, making it significantly shorter than the way she had been displaying it. Before I even had a chance to even comment on it, Gal had the lasso over my lap and she was on her knees, quickly wrapping the lasso over my lap and then running it around my chest, I found myself tied to the chair before I even had a chance to react to it. She had me completely restrained to the chair and now, the athletic Israeli actress now towered above me. She took a step forward and placed both of her hands, palms flat against my shoulders as she pressed me to the back of the chair I was sitting in.
"We made a bet Eoghan and now I'm here to pay up." Wait... Really? "You wouldn't believe how hard I have to work on the sets of these movies. It's been a long time since I last saw a real dick. Well, one that wasn't on my computer or phone at least." Gal's hands ran down my shoulders before she dropped down to her knees, the sound of the metal shin guards she wore in her costume hit the porcelain tiles of the dressing room with a light clang. Now on her knees, despite still being in full Wonder Woman gear, it really did look like Gal Gadot was ready to suck my dick. Her big, brown eyes looked up into my blue ones and while I felt like I was very much on the right side of this encounter, there was something in me that felt as if Gal was looking at me like I was her prey. Gal's hands ran down my chest and towards my groin, her hands grabbing at my length over the denim of my jeans and prompting a low moan from me. "Feels big..." She commented, her fingers running over my groin before slipping her index finger and her thumb under the lip of my jeans and tugging at the bronze tugger for my pants.
