Honey Bee

All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.

Honey Bee

Starring Scarlett Johansson

(MF, HJ, Oral, Anal, Exhib, Cons)

by MrMaxLord

Steve was not a hook-up master. It wasn't that he had anything against the idea. Far from it. The idea of one-off, guilt free sex between two consenting adults had several different layers of appeal to it. He just wasn't very good or lucky at it.

It wasn't that Steve couldn't talk to women. He could. But he was better at it when it came to looking for more than just a hook-up. He could start a good conversation with any woman. But just enough to get in someone's pants? Something about it tied his tongue up and made him look like a total dunce.

And he'd had a couple one night stands, but those were due to women doing the very easy job of getting into his pants. That obviously didn't take much though. Honestly all he needed to hear was "Hey, wanna fuck?" and he would have been ready to go, as most guys would. But getting a one night stand out of a woman was an actual challenge, at least for him.

Maybe it was because it wasn't a goal of his. He liked getting laid, but he also liked there being more to it than sex. Still...the idea of not having to call someone the next day or having any reason to stick around post-orgasm had an appeal. Which was why he downloaded a hook-up app.

The app was unique. It played up to Steve's strength in finding one night stands. The women did all the work. All he had to do was upload his profile and wait for someone to pick him.

That led him too a no name bar in the meatpacking district of New York. That was actually the name of the place, the No Name Bar. Of course you wouldn't see that on the outside on a big glowing neon sign. But the address still showed up on Google Maps.

This was where he was told to meet the woman in question. The woman who picked him. He had a little bit of pride in that. That a woman, out of all the other guys on the app, many more than likely way more attractive than he was, would pick him for no other reason than to fuck. It was a nice ego boost.

The woman, on her profile at least, went by the name Honey Bee. Not her real name but the whole point of the app was for the woman to stay anonymous until she was ready to reveal herself. He didn't mind that aspect. Just water off Steve's back.

The bar itself was a clash of modern and classic ideas about a dive bar. The furniture all had that classic wood look and feel. Deep browns and lighter tones, all seemingly well worn with age. The lights weren't too bright nor dim. The special lighting for inebriation. Not too bright to bother your whiskey soaked eyes but bright enough to make out who you're going home with.

The modern pieces were obvious. The digital jukeboxes and the arcade machines, as well as not a hint of smoke throughout the entire bar. It made it clear to get to his destination.

Honey Bee had given Steve clear instructions She was sitting in the back booth of the bar. The very back. Past the red topped billiards tables and digital dartboard. To the right. Her back would be to him. Clean and clear instructions. Perfectly clear.

So Steve made his way in the bar. Past the drinkers, past the digital jukebox. Past the red billiards table and digital darts to the very back of the bar. Unlike the full room up front, the deeper he got the more sparingly the bar was populated, like the patrons knew whoever liked to go to the back liked it nice and quiet. There was a different vibe in the back. Even a different smell. Up front didn't smell bad at all, but it was more...musky. A bit more chaotic. Open with the insanity that only New York could bring. In the back...there was an undercurrent of that lightning. It was trapped in a bottle, waiting to be unleashed. Steve could relate.

As he felt that electricity conduct in his blood, he finally put eyes on the booth in question, and there she was, long blonde hair being the only thing he could see. There was his Honey Bee. He straightened out his suit and checked his breath and breathed deep. It was now or never.

However, no amount of bracing himself could have prepared him for what he saw when he approached the woman. She was gorgeous, beyond that honestly. Sexy too, wearing a formfitting, low cut dress that displayed cleavage that could only be described as legendary and holding an ice cold glass of vodka with a twist.

None of that was the shocking part. What was shocking was who all that, plus a gorgeous and knowing smile now on display, belonged to. The owner was one Scarlett Johansson and Steve's shocked reaction gave her a sexy case of the giggles.

"Steve, correct?" she asked. He could only nod in response. "Then that seat is for you." She motioned to the empty area of the booth right across from him and Steve sat as directed. "Would you like a drink? On me."

"Um...yeah." he replied. "Jack. No mixer or anything. Just straight and neat."

"Good choice," Scarlett said. "I'm usually a whiskey girl. Tonight though...Grey Goose with a twist felt right." She looked to the bartender, getting the older gentleman's attention. "Oliver? Would you be a dear and prepare my friend here a Jack? Neat please."

"Right away Ms. Johansson," the bartender said. In a flash the brown liquor was in front of Steven, still in shock and Scarlett loving every second of it.

"Not what you expected I take it?" she asked. "Don't be shy. You're not the first man I've seen with that reaction."

"Really?" Steven asked.

"Of course. A man like yourself may be expected to get laid with a meet-up like this. But with Scarlett Johansson? It's a shock."

"Well yeah." he replied. "I wouldn't have been so blunt."

"Now why's that?" she asked with a smile. "That's what the app is for, isn't it? It's to fuck. To hook up with strangers. Or, in our case...lady's choice. And so far I've never walked away unhappy. Let's not break that tradition Steven."

"I don't aim to," he said, trying to force himself into a state of relaxation. "I guess I'm just shocked at, well, aside from it being you, you're so..."

"Up front?" asked Scarlett. "Look, the way we met? Perfect for me. I like to fuck. A lot. And I don't like being confined to just one person. For a relationship, the emotional side? Of course. But...I need that raw, pure feeling that you can only get from, well...fucking. Not making love. Just raw, dirty fucking. Not a lot of men are fans of that if I'm in a more...personal relationship with them, as you can imagine."

"Yes."

"So...they don't need to know. Call me selfish but I want all my needs met. And this is the best outlet for half of said needs. Any objections?" Steven shook his head. "Good. I don't mean to sound so...callous. That's hardly going to get us to the point we both want to be at. So...let's make things a bit more fun."

Scarlett patted the area next to him, urging Steven to scoot closer to her in the booth. "Don't worry, I don't bite when fully clothed." She winked at him, getting a laugh out of Steven. He was already melting. He scooted closer, relaxing as Scarlett settled in. If he was ready, she was ready. The pre-show was over. Men, even other actors, were always nervous when she turned it on. She was far from afraid to make it clear what was one her mind and what she wanted. Most men didn't know how to handle that. They were a special kind of fun.

"Let me ask you something Steven," said Scarlett. "Aside from being nervous, were you happy when you saw who I was? Turn you on a little?"

"Well, once the shock subsided, definitely."

"Fantasy fulfilled? Be honest. It wouldn't be the first time I've heard it. It's also more than a little bit of a turn on. An ego boost too, can't lie. But there's that little bit of a thrill knowing you're about to fuck someone who could only dream of the chance. Or so they thought at least."

"Yes," Steven said. If Scarlett was going to be blunt, so would he. It was only fair. "Big time. For a long time. I hope that's not weird or anything, but it's the truth."

"Not too weird," Scarlett said with a grin. She sipped her drink, licking her lips before speaking again. "I mean this is hardly a normal situation. Weird's expected. Required when you think of it really. Besides. It's nice to be desired. To be wanted. Here's an example. I...desire you. Right now. I saw your pictures...your profile. Knowing exactly what you wanted...and you'd be giving me the same thing if I just swiped right....made me hot. Made me wet."

Scarlett leaned over, her smoky-voiced confession making Steve lose any sense of caution and nerves he had. She stuck her tongue out and licked his lips, sealing the contact with a kiss before leaning back in her seat. But while her face was farther from Steven, the same was not true of the rest of her body. Her hand had moved to his thigh, giving the flesh a delicate squeeze.

"But you know what's really hot?" asked Scarlett. "The fact that whatever happens tonight is all ours. No one else will ever know....just you and me. Private memories into private fantasies. And it all starts with just one touch."

Steven's eyes looked around as Scarlett's hand went to his zipper, pulling it down and fishing out his cock.

It wasn't too long before it was out and hard in her hands. Scarlett smiled as she saw Steven try to keep his composure as she pumped him under the table. And this wasn't a friendly, getting him ready handjob. She was going for the prize.

"Don't worry Steve," she said. "No one is even looking at us...and if they did no one would know." That was a half truth and Scarlett knew it. Anyone who did turn their eyes to them would notice the tell tale motions of her arms and the look of pleasure on Steve's face. But that was part of the thrill. It was the fun. Sweet as honey.

All he could do was nod. Speech would have required him to think hard enough to form words. Thinking that hard could possibly take even a fraction of his mind away from experiencing what her hand was doing to his cock. Slow but also urgent somehow. Not a moment or movement wasted with her expert hand. Pumping, milking and refusing to give Steven a moment to breathe. Moments to breathe weren't fun.

Besides, if he came he came. It wouldn't mean the end of their night.

"Go ahead Steven," said Scarlett, her lips at his ear. "Cum. Don't be shy. Let it go...cum while I pump your dick. I want to feel it throb in my hand, pulse with every shot...but don't make a mess. No one wants to clean that up....in fact I have a solution for that."

Scarlett reached for her glass of vodka and brought it under the table right at the tip of Steven's cock.

"Right there Steven...cum right there...give me a real cocktail honey...mmmm gonna get every drop out of you...cum..."

In moments Steven grants Scarlett's request, unloading and giving her Grey Goose a whole different kind of twist. And Scarlett wasn't letting go until she drained the tap, milking every drop into her glass and holding the head of his cock right above the cold, cold liquid. It gave a whole new sensation to his orgasm.

When the last drop was rung out of his cock, Scarlett brought the glass to her lips and drank it all down, licking her lips as a dazed Steven watched with a smile on his face. Scarlett Johansson had just downed his cum in a cocktail.

"Goes down smooth," she said with a smile. "Now...here's what we're going to do. I'm going to get one more drink. We're going to finish our drinks, some small talk too. Wouldn't be proper to just skip that getting to know you time, brief as it might be. Then we're going to leave this lovely little bar and fuck. Any questions?"

"A couple, if that's okay." replied Steven.

"Of course. I did say we had time for small talk." Scarlett signaled the bartender for another drink. "What do you want to know?"

"Well...it's just....you're you. You're Scarlett Johansson."

"Very perceptive," she joked, smiling wryly. Her new drink was dropped off and she leaned forward, baring her ample cleavage to Steven. "Go on."

"Well...why all this? I mean there's gotta be a long line of guys in Hollywood who'd die for a hook-up like this."

"Well, first off thanks for the compliment," she said, taking a small sip of her drink. "Well, the easy answer is this is quiet. This is secret. I fuck a co-star? That gets around. Hell, if it even looks like I might have done it, that gets around. That's not just me, that's ANY celebrity. It spreads like wild fire. Honestly kind of makes it hard to show affection to anyone in public, honestly. That is, another celebrity. But...something like this? I get to have my fun. All physical. Pure pleasure. We both walk away happy. No one has to know. No a soul. I'm not going to tell. And you won't either. The carrot of this happening again is just to good of a reason to be quiet."

"Well, makes sense," Steven said, smiling and subtly shaking his head, still not believing all this.

"Anything else?"

"Well, where are we doing this?" Steve asked, reality finally setting in. This was real. This was happening. He was going to fuck Scarlett Johansson.

"Two choices. One: I have a hotel room. We have a basic little fuck session. You cum, I cum. Two:...". Scarlett paused, grinning. "Well, two is where the real fun is and you're going to have to trust me. Either way, we fuck. We just have more fun with the surprise." Scarlett took another sip of her drink, licking her full cherry lips as she looked on at Steven. "So, what'll it be? Gentleman's choice."

"Well," Steven said, pretending to mull it over in his head. "My answer is I trust you."

"Good choice," said Scarlett. "Let's finish up here. Then...just follow me."

The couple finished their drinks, though Steven's sips were far more akin to a single gulp. Scarlett loved them eager.

With the drinks done and paid for and a sizable tip left behind, Scarlett led Steven out of the No Name. They continued the small talk. Keeping it light and casual, though with every step to the destination Scarlett could feel the heat, feel herself getting wet. He was cute, eager and she had the perfect spot for them. It was always perfect...with the right guy. She knew it would fit Steven like a glove.

Steven was very anxious. Not the nervous kind. It was hungry. He had long since gotten over the shock of his partner for the night. Now it was all desire. He had no questions as Scarlett led him to a parking garage a half block away. He didn't register how familiar Scarlett seemed to be with the security staff, greeting each of the guards on the first floor with a kiss on the cheek and a first-name basis greeting. Why would he. His mind was focused on something much, much more important, like anyone in his position's would be.

She led him to the elevator, and with that moment of privacy, Steven was on her. He pressed Scarlett against the wood-paneled wall of the elevator, his lips to her while his hands roamed her body. He fondled her tits, caressed her curves and cupped her as before hiking up her skirt.

"Mmmm, so hungry," she said, that husky voice oozing sexy. She grasped the back of Steven's neck as he buried his face in hers. She sighed in approval when he slid the straps of her dress down, her tits being laid bare. As his mouth kissed from her neck to her collar bone and making a path to her luscious breasts his hand worked under her skirt, pushing her panties aside as he inserted his fingers in her very wet and inviting pussy.

Scarlett moaned, her red nails softly digging into the flesh of Steven's neck. He had eagerly given himself over to lust, worshiping her tits with a passion she loved to feel. Scarlett always got that special jolt when she could tell that even when a man was completely drunk on her, he knew what he wanted to have, what he needed to taste. A laser focus in a foggy field.

Right when his lips reach her nipple, a bell went off. The elevator had reach the destination. Top floor. A few seconds seemed both so much longer and so much shorter. Steven managed to pull himself away and allowed Scarlett to lead him out.

The top floor of the garage was the roof, the only thing above it the starry night sky and a few buildings. Some of them abandoned, some not. The parking area itself was bare save for one car parked at the very end. It was actually face forward with the trunk of the car pointing to the concrete barrier and the street below.

Steven didn't think of how odd it was Scarlett's was the lone car on this level of the lot as she led him to the car. If he did, she would have told him how friendly she was with the staff here. And then, depending on how she read Steve's reaction, tell him how familiar. How she'd fucked both of the guards a few times, earning a bit of loyalty from them so it was no big favor for them to make the top floor her private lot. They'd get payback. The best kind.

"Like it?" Scarlett said, sitting and leaning back on the hood of her car. It was a sleek yellow Mustang, the black of her dress making her stand out even more against the car. A sexy vehicle for a sexy woman. "It's not the plaza...but we're gonna have a lot more fun without a bed. Something about the night air...makes it all so much better."

"I think we can make it work," said Steven. Their lips met again and they resumed their action, Steven's moth going right back to Scarlett's tits and his hand returning under her skirt. Though now, he grabbed the hem of her panties and started to pull them down. It was an effort Scarlett was too eager to help him with. He had no hesitation. No worry they might be caught, that someone would see them. If Scarlett had no fear, why would he?

"Yes baby...mmm Steven just like...suck my titties..." Scarlett leaned on her arms, her head hanging back as she took in all the sensations. Steven's fingers probing and working inside of her while his thumb rubbed her aroused clit, his mouth and tongue sucking and kissing her tits, flicking and circling her hard nipples with her tongue.

Scarlett's dress was pulled halfway down, her tits completely free, when Steven began to go lower until her was on her knees. Any trepidation he felt earlier in the night was gone. He wanted her too much.

Scarlett pulled the tight skirt of her dress all the way up and sat completely on the hood of her car. She parted her legs and Steven dove in, Scarlett's back arching as he made first contact.

"Oh GOD yes!" she shouted, her smoky voice echoing into the city lit sky. She had no concern about being seen. Why would she? It wasn't her first time fucking in this exact same spot. No one ever saw her, ever caught her. If they did pictures of her in various stages of carnal knowledge would be plastered all over the internet. It was New York. This shit happened. No one really cared. Especially if it was a good show.

Her breath hissed as Scarlett drew it in between gritted teeth. It wasn't too often one of her fuck pals went down on her. It had happened, but most men just wanted to fuck her, to have their cock inside her. She didn't mind. That was the point of the whole exercise and both parties always went away very happy campers. There was however, always something to be said for a man willing to go the extra mile, and Steven was more than willing. He quite literally had gone head first into action. No slow build up. He flat out needed to taste her, attacking her clit with a hunger and desire Scarlett had rarely felt.

Scarlett's eyes shut tight and she bit her lower lips. She held his head in place and began to grind her cunt against his face, humping him as she got hotter and hotter. Soon enough a mouth wasn't going to be enough for her. Scarlett was going to need something far more substantial.

"Fuck me!" demanded Scarlett. "Stick that cock in me!"

His eyes told Scarlett all she needed to know. It didn't take a single word to throw more kindling on her fire. Still, Steven managed to do it. Any nerves he may have had at the beginning were distant memories. Any hesitation or caution, any timidness was burned away by his desire for Scarlett and that knowledge just turned her on ever more. The cherry on top(so far) was what Steven did next.