Thanks to all those who read, voted and commented on the "Superbabes" trilogy. As a reward, this is a bonus final chapter that is perhaps the most graphic, action packed story I've ever done on here – and hopefully it'll stay up for more than two days on the front page.
April 2012
I brought as many drinks as I could up to my hotel room. Maybe if I drank enough, I'd be too hung over to work tomorrow.
Others could call me an idiot for wanting to avoid work, since it'd put me in the same room with Emma Stone, Scarlett Johansson AND Anne Hathaway. But others never had sex with all of them last year, so who were they to challenge me?
"The Avengers," "The Amazing Spider-Man," and "The Dark Knight Rises" would all be out soon – a year after I fucked all their leading ladies. So my bosses on the print magazine side of the business figured getting all their superheroines in the same room would be a killer summer preview story. And since I already talked to them all, it gave my superiors the inside track to make the deal with them.
Tomorrow after they did a photo shoot, I had to do the print interview with them – with all the superwomen actresses I'd seen naked. If they figured out I'd done all of them, who knows what awkward, possibly job endangering things would happen? Or what if they already talked today and found out everything, and they were plotting revenge tomorrow? Or some other nightmare scenario likely a year overdue?
So that's where all the booze would help me prepare – and possibly give me a way out. A good two straight hours of drinking could make me black out just long enough. However, I didn't start testing that fast enough, due to a knock on the door.
"Coming!" I had no choice but to say. I was at a loss to who it was – maybe it was my editors coming by for last minute advice. Maybe it was company lawyers coming to advise me.
But I opened the door before I could correctly guess it was Emma Stone. Fortunately, I avoided falling on the floor and having a heart attack from my shock.
"Nice to see you, too," Emma said, completely cool. At least one of us was. I got enough cool back to close the door behind us and pour her a drink. I wasn't in short supply, and I'd probably down it all once she left anyway.
Once I got her drink over and she took a sip, I opened with, "Did they make you think we needed to do a pre-interview? It's not really necessary."
"I know, I just wanted to drop by. We might not be able to talk much off the record tomorrow, so I thought we'd fit it in now," Emma explained. Funny how she thought we needed to fit it in – but I wasn't going to say that out loud. Or bring up that term, either.
"How did you find-" I asked before stopping myself. Of course she could find where I was staying at, since she was famous and all. "Okay, next question."
"Ah, I see you've changed your interview style. Glad I know what I'm in for now," Emma quipped.
"You've made a few changes too. You even went red again for a while before blonde came back," I noted, gazing at Emma's latest blonde look. "And rumors are you landed Spider-Man on and off set. So congrats on getting into that web," I praised. I figured by referencing the rumors about Emma and Andrew Garfield, both of us would remember not to do anything....funny.
"Well, they're just rumors right now," Emma shot down. "I can't really say anything official until the movie's closer to coming out. You know studios," which I did.
"Right. As if there won't be enough hype to build up by then," I joked.
"We're the bastard reboot middle child between Avengers and Dark Knight. So we'll need all the hype we can get," she predicted, which I believed as well. "But we'll exhaust ourselves in about two months trying to build it up. So between that, my other movie shoots and these interviews, I'm taking advantage of every night off I can get."
"And you wanted to take off with me?" I made sure, trying to ignore the phrase 'take off' in any other context.
"Sure. Catching up with you sounded like fun. And that's before I saw your whole brewery over there," she pointed at all my liquor bottles. "Seem like you haven't hired a bartender yet, so you'll have to pour the next round."
"Darn, if only my job interviews were one day shorter!" I pretended to rue before pouring another round. I thought of a few possible ways this could go – and then had to think of ways to avoid them. If she was sticking around all this alcohol and me, there were more than a few risks I had to nip in the bud.
"Um, I actually think this should be our last round. Or one of them," I offered. "I don't want to drink all this at once, even with your help." And if anything 'happened' if we tried, I at least wanted to remember what got me fired – or killed by Sony and Marvel. "So no getting completely drunk, ok?"
"All right, that's cool," Emma agreed, then took her glass, toasted me and downed her shot while I downed mine. "I only needed a little of this stuff anyway."
"That's very moderate of you," I noted, relieved again at how level headed Emma was, compared to other young peers.
"I mean, come on. I still play 16 and 17 year olds, but I'm not 16 or 17. I know what can happen when you've had too much with someone in a hotel room," she cut to the point.
"Yes. Some of my peers make a living off the results," I joked.
"Yep, but I don't think they're here now," Emma predicted. "And in any case....I wanted to be mostly sober for this anyway."
And this involved going over and kissing me, apparently. I gave myself just a second to savor it again, before pulling away and using my senses again.
"Wait a minute, what about....those rumors?" I tried to subtly remind Emma.
