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SCARLETT JOHANSSON FUCK-MY-FAN CONTEST PART I
MONDAY MARCH 6TH - 5:15 A.M.
"Hello?" A rather deep voice answered on the other line after a couple rings from the telephone. The voice sounded both groggy and raspy, as if we had awakened someone from their slumber. I glanced over at my wrist watch to discover we were making this call at 5:15 a.m. I clenched my teeth in an awkward smile and cringed over at my business partner; delivering a face that said, "We may have jumped the gun a little too early here."
The famous 39-year old Hollywood starlet, Scarlett Johansson, smiled from ear to ear at the sound of the receiver's voice, despite his obvious grogginess that is. She held the phone's speaker closer to her plumped lips and greeted our special guest.
"Good morning! Am I speaking to a Jackson Days?" She asked in an enthusiastic voice that was comparable to that of a Disney princess.
There was silence followed by a couple rustling noises that we could only imagine was caused by our guest's body swiftly getting out of bed.
"Yeah. Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah this is Jackson." The voice said, sounding both nervous and out of breath. Based on his reaction, we were pretty sure Jackson knew who was calling him. He didn't sound groggy anymore! Scarlett placed her fingers over the telephone's microphone as she attempted to keep in her giggles. She closed her eyes and refused to look at me. If she did, she knew she would bust out laughing; the same kind of laugh one would make if a baby did something cute. After a couple moments of collecting herself, she began to speak again. "Hi Jackson. It's nice to hear your voice. Do you know who's calling?" Scarlett asked.
"I mean, I have a good idea but, I'm gonna be really disappointed if I'm wrong."
"Well, let's not make you go through any disappointment now. Here, we'll start over." Scarlett cleared her throat. "Good morning, Mr. Jackson Days! This is Scarlett Johansson calling. How are you?"
...
Silence. I imagined this was the part where the young lad was left speechless, jaw on the floor, heart and mind racing.
"Jackson you still there?" Scarlett asked.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah, of course I'm here. Hi Ms. Johansson..." He said rather sheepishly.
Scarlett giggled. "Jackson, we're calling because I wanted to personally congratulate you and let you know that you are the winner of my first ever Fuck-My-Fan contest! I personally reviewed your entry and found your reddit page with all the...uh, what do you call it...cum tributes you've done for me and...I couldn't let the opportunity of getting someone like you on my Onlyfans page slip." Scarlett explained, smiling the entire time. I kept the camera focused on Scarlett while she awaited a reaction, but again...silence.
The poor lad had just picked up his jaw from the floor only to have it fall again, I thought.
"You-you-uh- you saw those?" Jackson stumbled as he asked his question.
"If I hadn't seen those, I wouldn't be calling right now." Scarlett giggled. "They were very very very nice..."
"Wow," he spoke. "Is this, is this like a prank?"
Scarlett looked up at me. We locked eyes and then explained, "no. No, you really won! This is happening, Jackson."
More silence.
