August 2011
I only had five months off from the comic book world before being sent to the fantastical realm of....Cleveland. But this was where the climax of "The Avengers" was being filmed, so I was sent to do more cryptic reporting on a top secret superhero epic. Since this one was years in the making and not a reboot of a 10-year old movie, this would be an even bigger assignment for me.
With almost every major Marvel movie superhero in this one, and with geek God Joss Whedon in charge, I had quite a lot to cover. It got so hectic, it was even easy to lose track of the biggest visual effect -- Scarlett Johansson in her Black Widow body suit.
It had been a few months since her split with fellow superhero actor Ryan Reynolds came out. But with her....assets, how "Green Lantern" tanked and how "The Avengers" was looking, it seemed like she was coming out ahead. Still, I had to tread more carefully with her than with....other superheroines I'd interviewed.
Yet things went pretty smoothly when I talked to her and everyone else. I made sure to do it before they did most of their shooting, given how uncomfortable their costumes would be later. And since Scarlett was wearing nothing but seductive, skin tight leather, it was extra uncomfortable for her.
In fact, she got so much into joking about it, she said she wore nothing underneath that one piece because it was so hot. Somehow, I avoided dwelling on it until I got back to my hotel -- despite seeing Scarlett run around while she had nothing underneath.
Nighttime and morning masturbation aside, I was determined to be a professional this time. I had my one allotted lucky break with Emma, so asking for a second one would be greedy. Getting enough material to just fantasize about a second one would do.
So I got back into work mode while touring the set the next day. I took pictures of whatever I could find, and it wound up leading me towards the dressing room. I was going to head to the costume room, when I saw Scarlett walking/strutting towards me in her full, filled out costume -- or rather towards the dressing room.
"Sorry, I'll get out of your way," I excused. If Scarlett was here, there must have been a break in filming, or she must not have been needed now. Which meant she was probably looking to cool off until her next scene. Which meant she might be there to get out of her costume. And nothing else.
"It's all right," Scarlett assured. "While you're here, could you find some water for me? I'd have found some myself, but I was in a rush to get here. And I'd ask one of our crew, but you're the only one here, so...."
"No, I've got it," I promised before going off. I did take a few discreet looks at Scarlett walking to the dresser, with her back turned to me and her ass swaying. That stood to help me out enough tonight, which helped me focus on finding her a water bottle today.
I headed back to the dressing room with water in hand, then reminded myself to be careful. If Scarlett was getting changed or cooling off for a while, I had to knock first -- in case I interrupted something. So I went to the door, waited a few seconds -- and after not hearing anything....suggestive, I knocked. "I have your water bottle!" I announced to give her a heads up.
"Come on in," I heard Scarlett say normally. So it looked like I wouldn't walk into anything private or naked. Good to know.
Instead, I walked in and saw Scarlett sitting in a chair with her back turned. But it didn't take long to figure out she had pulled down her front zipper, reached into her leather suit and started to play with herself.
When I saw that, I panicked and turned around, thinking I'd intruded -- and forgetting that she'd likely invited me in while masturbating. Yet in my hurry to avoid getting slapped or fired, I quickly yelled, "Sorry, sorry! I saw nothing, I'm outta here!"
But before I could try to escape, I heard her say quite calmly, "Well, then at least hand me my water first."
"Your what?" I asked before remembering I still had that. Still paranoid, I kept my back turned to Scarlett and tried to walk backwards toward her. I held out the water bottle for her to take, and eventually it left my hand.
"You know, this thing takes a while to get out of," I heard Scarlett go on for some reason. "I figured unzipping myself was the most I should do right now." After a pause, her voice said, "Come on, nothing's exposed, you can turn around."
I eventually took her word for it and turned around. When I did, Scarlett was standing nearby -- with her front zipper completely down.
Technically, her breasts weren't completely exposed, so Scarlett was telling the truth. But the sides of her impressive boobs were quite exposed -- even if the nipples were still stubbornly covered -- and her bare stomach was mostly on display as well. She hadn't removed anything else, but if she'd already gone this far....
"You, um.....that's twice you've tricked me already," was all I could point out. I was too busy trying to look at her eyes -- while still ignoring the obvious truth that Scarlett didn't care where I looked. She then opened the water bottle and took a drink -- not caring that she was arching her chest out even more.
For good measure, she placed the cold bottle between her breasts and slid it down to her stomach. "That's better," she cooed in relief -- whereas I was more in need of 'relief' right now.
"I've been exhausting myself in this fucking hot suit all day," Scarlett resumed, not noticing the irony in her words. "And I haven't had much time to 'exhaust' myself out of it for a while. Not in the last few months, anyway. So I've been taking care of it myself when I've had the chance. But maybe it'll do me better to have some help."
"Help, huh?" I asked weaker than I'd have liked. If this was going the way I was finally suspecting it would, I'd have to sound better. Yet Scarlett spoke up again in my place.
