My name is Greg Samuels. I love my job, and who wouldn't? I'm a specialty writer for TV Guide, and I have gone on the set of many television shows. Also, when stations like HBO do behind the scenes documentaries of movies, they ask me all the time.
However, the number of reasons I love my job are great, but there is one reason above all else. The actresses. I've gone on the sets of shows like Friends, Sex and the City, Desperate Housewives, CSI: Miami, The OC, and, most recently, Alias, and I've fucked many actresses, including Lisa Kudrow, Courtney Cox, Sarah Jessica Parker, Teri Hatcher, Eva Longoria, Emily Proctor, Rachel Bilson and, yes, Jennifer Garner. And that brings us to the story itself.
TV Guide dispatched me for a report on the show, and more importantly, Jennifer Garner. God, I got a hard-on just thinking about interviewing that brunette goddess. Anyway, I did a little research on the show (as I didn't watch it because The West Wing was on instead) and found some BS questions to use for the show. TV Guide gave me a set of questions to ask Jennifer, as she was going to be their cover story, and wanted it to sound just right.
On the plane, I continued my research on the show. I googled the show, and then, after reading that it was one of ABC's better shows, googled Jennifer. Apparently, I was not the only one who thought she was drop-dead gorgeous. About 1,250,000 responses came up. Then, I had an idea. I went to the images section of Google, and found 17,000 pictures that made my dick harden to its' full length of 7 inches. The pictures weren't nude, but enough to make me want to fuck her more than ever.
I went to the bathroom, my boner needing air. I pushed the door open, and hopped in to the cramped area. I locked the door, sat on the toilet seat, and unleashed my dick. It flew into the air, thinking about fucking Jennifer. I started rubbing it up and down, getting myself a lot calmer. I guess I had been horny, and the pictures just set me off. I rubbed until my dick was raw and I shot a massive load. I quickly cleaned myself up as best I could, and went back to my seat.
We landed at LAX about an hour later. I wasn't do on the set until tomorrow, and since the Dodgers were playing my beloved Cardinals, I decided to drop by Dodger Stadium. It was a long, eleven-inning battle that the Cardinals won, 5-4, to my elation and the other 40,000 plus fans agony. I checked into my hotel at about midnight, and went right to bed.
I woke up the next morning around eight, took a shower, had room service in my boxers, got dressed, and went to the set around ten. The cast was filming when I got t the set, so I went off to the side of all the action. I admired Jennifer from a far, wondering if my crush on her would make the interview process uncomfortable. I just stood and took notes for two hours, thinking of a few extra questions here and there, waiting to interview the show's star.
When the lunch break came, I met with the director about the show. I asked him some bullshit, run-of-the-muck questions, and he gave me bullshit, run-of-the-muck answers. Nothing exciting. He told me they would be filming for a few more hours, but Jennifer's scenes would be done by 2:00 or so. I said alright, I can hang around for a while then.
So I wandered about for a while, trying to pick up a quote from anyone on the cast that would be good for the article. None of it was very good, but I didn't care. I'd get all the information I needed from Jennifer.
The next hour crawled by at a snail's pace. I was so anxious to interview Jennifer that I continuously shifted my weight from one side of my body to another. As her scenes finally wrapped up, I hung back from all the people talking to her about things on the show. Finally, when someone mentioned me, I walked over and introduced myself.
