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The insistent buzzing sound and little electronic jingle signified that his phone, lost somewhere in the front room was ringing. Following the sounds, he rummaged around on the sofa, down between the cushions till he felt the vibrating phone and pulled it out. Flipping it open, he saw it was his mum ringing him, which was a little strange since she'd only gone out for the day to meet some people. He pressed answer and held the handset to his ear, wondering what she had to tell him that was so important.
"Hey mum," he said, stifling a yawn.
"Hello, just rung to tell you something, got some good news for you," she said, sounding quite proud.
"Yeah, what's that?" he said, now more interested than he had been.
"Remember Gillian Anderson?" she said. His heart skipped a beat and he hoped that his mother didn't hear the gasp. His mum had met Gillian Anderson whilst working as a production team member a few years earlier and they'd just sort of kept in touch and been quite friendly really. He'd had the privilege of meeting her a couple of times, but only for a brief hello.
"Yeah sure I do," he replied, hoping he didn't sound too excited.
"Well I ran into her today, she's in town for a few days and I asked if she could give you some pointers on your acting. She is an award winner and all that after all," she said, on the brink of rambling. He didn't care though, just the thought of seeing Gillian Anderson in some kind of personal manner made his mind race. He was sure she could help his acting, he wanted to get into quite a good acting school and needed to be good, so he was sure someone of her experience could help.
"Uh yeah that sounds great," he said. It was more than great, he was ecstatic. He'd get to see the sexy redhead again for the first time in a few years, and now being much older he was sure he could appreciate even more of her.
"Good. Well I'll just let her know you'll take her up on it. She said to drop by her hotel to see her about eight," she said.
"Sure," he mumbled, taking down the details of the hotel as he tried to keep his mind from playing out every possible fantasy, at least till he put the phone down.
"Ok great, well I'll see you later," his mum said and hung up. He snapped his phone shut with a finger, breathing quite fast now and feeling his cock already swelling. Alone with Gillian Anderson in a hotel room, it was more than enough to get him up as his mind played out all the little fantasies it could as fast as it could about the fiery redhead. He took a deep breath and calmed down a bit, just making sense. There was no way she was going to do anything his mind had just conjured up. Gillian Anderson is a professional and impressive actress, she was simply offering her skills as a friendly gesture to his mum in order to help him, which he needed to stay focussed on. He needed extra credit, and her name on his references certainly wouldn't hurt. He glanced at his watch, which told him it was only nearing four in the afternoon. Figuring she might want him to at least have something to work with, he decided he best go and rifle through some of the scripts and pieces he had for something to use.
After a while searching and finding three he thought might be of use, he figured he'd just go online for a while, check his e-mails and so on, trying to keep his mind from wandering to the sexy Miss Anderson, who for so many years he'd wanted a chance with. This was a great opportunity, but he needed to use it for his future. Not ruining that by thinking he had a shot, or that she'd be interested in him for anything other than a bit of teaching. Still, he couldn't help but look up a few pictures of her to keep his mind ticking over. After a while surfing, he figured he best grab something to eat and a shower ready for the evening. Just a quick pasta meal was all he needed before taking a shower. He picked up his can of Lynx, eyeing it for a second before standing it down.
"Nah," he said to himself, realising how stupid it was to think the Lynx effect even worked, and that it would have any sort of effect on Gillian Anderson other than to overpower her. He finished getting ready and then headed out to walk to her hotel. It was a nice evening, and since he wasn't too far from the main body of the vibrant city he might as well walk. Around 20 minutes later, he showed up at her hotel, walking into the immaculate lobby and looking for the lifts. A large sign made it obvious, so he walked over and into a small corridor where a bank of lifts awaited him. He pressed the button and one opened straight away to his fortune, stepping in and hitting the button for sixth floor.
He listened to the tacky music from the small speaker, watching the counter gradually tick past the floors as he felt the slight sensation of rising under himself. Nobody else called that lift, and the doors slid open on the sixth floor. He stepped into the cream corridor, bathed in soft light from the wall lights that lined it and looked for a door to see which way to go. He walked along to his left seeing the rooms four and five, so turned back and headed the other way, following the doors till he came to room nine, Miss Anderson's suite. His heart was already pumping fast, he could hear it in his ears with his heavy breathing as his nerves got to him. Stopping for a minute, he took a couple of deep breaths and calmed himself down, shaking his sweaty hand where it'd been clutching his scripts. He raised his slightly trembling hand and knocked on her door, standing up straight and hoping he looked all right. Hearing footsteps, he took a deep breath and waited for it, hearing the door click as she opened it.
"Hey there!" she said with a big smile, the stunning redhead looking great in a very Scully-esque black business outfit. Jacket and tight pencil skirt, black heels and a white silk blouse which was tight fitting and undone at the top. He couldn't help but notice her black lacy bra peeking over the top a little and offering a slight cleavage, which didn't help his already active mind.
"Hey," he mumbled a little nervously, unsure whether to look her in the eye or not.
"Well you sure grew up since I last saw you, when was that? About five years ago now right?" she said, looking thoughtful for a moment.
"Yeah I think so," he said, noticing her full red hair, still as glossy as he ever remember.
"Wow. Sorry where are my manners, come in," she said, holding the door open wider for him.
"Thanks," he said with a smile and stepped into her suite, the air smelling slightly perfumed.
"We never got properly introduced, I'm Gillian," she said, smiling and holding her hand out. He reached out and shook it gently, smiling back at her, wider this time.
"I couldn't forget," he said, just wanting to put at least some kind of hint of his adoration of her.
"Well plenty of other people seem to manage," she said with a giggle, turning and leading the way into her well-furnished accommodation. He wondered quite what she meant by that comment, but followed her without saying anything more on it, looking at the nice surroundings she had in her hotel room.
"Have a seat," she said, waving towards the large leather sofa dominating a large area of the main room. He sat down, sinking into the plush cushions and leaning against the arm. To his surprise and exhilaration, Gillian dropped down on the other end, settling herself in and turning to him.
"Umm I brought some scripts with me," he murmured, unsure quite what to say.
"Oh don't worry about that just yet. Tell me a little about yourself, why you wanna go into acting and stuff," she said, smiling pleasantly and putting him at ease.
