Disclaimer: I do not intend for anyone to mistake this as being true and real. It is a fictional story involving fake versions of celebrities all over the age of 18.
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Chapter 3: My Week with Jennifer
December 2012
Some would see going from interviewing big names like Anne Hathaway and Jennifer Lawrence to visiting the set of the second season of a Lifetime original television program as being a step down. But when that program happens to involve Jennifer Love Hewitt constantly wearing skimpy outfits while pretending to jerk men off, you'd tend to think that maybe it's more of a reward for good work than a punishment.
I was supposed to spend one whole week on set with Jennifer, really getting into the ins and outs of not only her role but her life in general. It was pretty much supposed to be a fluff piece, and Steven Saunders (my boss) specifically told me that this was more of a Christmas bonus than a real hard hitting assignment.
***MONDAY***
'So this will be your office for the week,' one of the assistants said as she opened the door to a smallish office.
'Thanks,' I said as she walked me inside, it was basically bare, a desk with two cheap looking chairs was all that was provided.
'I hope this will be good enough,' the woman said, clearly knowing that it wasn't the most glamourous of spaces.
'This will be fine,' I assured. 'I don't imagine I'll be spending much time in here anyway.'
She smiled and headed out. 'Jennifer's just finishing up shooting a scene right now, she'll be over here in a few minutes.'
'Great,' I said. 'Thanks.'
She left the room, closing the door behind her. Immediately I moved over to the crappy desk they had provided me with and pulled out my notepad and my trusty Dictaphone, making sure to place them neatly on the desk.
'Let's see what we have here,' I said to myself, pulling out a small stack of folders from my satchel.
There were four separate folders, each from Steven Saunders' private collection, each of them presumably containing a lurid story of sex with Jennifer Love Hewitt. Each were labelled with different years; '2001', '2005', '2010' and '2011' respectively. It seemed that Steven and Jennifer had a career spanning love affair.
I opened up the folder marked '2001' and thumbed through it, reading about a pretty intense first meeting between the two. My goal with reading these wasn't just to read about Jennifer in sexy situations, it was more about finding out everything Steven knew so I could in turn dig deeper with my interview.
It took me all the way to '2010' to get to the really dirty stuff, the sort of stuff I can't imagine Jennifer would ever want anyone else to know, let alone the world at large - something I imagine she wouldn't even talk to her current boyfriend about.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. 'Come in!' I exclaimed, quickly hiding all of the folders, shoving them back into my satchel.
'Alright,' Jennifer sung as she opened the door, revealing herself in her buxom glory as she entered the room.
For a moment I was completely taken by surprise. I always knew she had a body to die for but I'd never thought I'd be so up close and personal with it, especially not while she was wearing something that so accentuated her best features.
She was wearing a very simple long pair of tight black jeans, which wrapped around her black lace cleavage boosting top and huge sexy ass snugly, even though she wasn't wearing a belt. Her tits seemed to be held together by the grace of god alone, from the looks of it she wasn't wearing a bra which gave off the impression that they might fall out at a moment's notice.
'Take a seat,' I said, simultaneously standing up and shoving my satchel on the ground.
She took my now outstretched hand, looked down at my half open satchel and smiled at me. 'They really don't take care of you guys do they?' She commented as we shook, referring to the room we were in.
'It's fine,' I said as the two of us sat down in our respective seats. 'I intend to be a very mobile and hands on interviewer, today and maybe Friday will probably be the only days we talk in here.'
'That's a shame,' she said, taking off her sunglasses and lightly shaking her long, wavy, brown and blonde hair. 'I feel kinda comfortable in here, away from prying eyes.'
'Well we are probably going to get quite intimate, this is The Lowdown after all,' I said, looking deep into her eyes, attempting not to stare at her heaving tits too obviously.
'I'm very familiar with how The Lowdown operates,' Jennifer said, leaning forward a little bit, making it almost impossible for me not to gawk at her chest.
'You've had a lot of interviews with us before, with Steven Saunders,' I said, now fearing my neck would break.
'I'm assuming you've read them?' Jennifer said, leaving forward a little further still.
'What?' I said awkwardly. 'Me... read... I...' Suddenly I remembered that she was likely referring to the actual published articles, not the raw accounts Steven kept for himself. 'Yes, of course, I have to do all my research.'
'You can look you know,' Jennifer said, an amused smile on her face. 'It would be pretty harsh if I wore something like this and got offended if a man wanted to look.'
'Oh thank god,' I said, immediately ripping my eyes away from hers and staring right down at her ample cleavage.
'I don't usually dress like this you know,' Jennifer laughed, clearly finding the humour in my unsubtle gawking. 'It was for a scene on the show, I'm usually quite conservative.'
'Conservative huh?' I said as I maintained eye to tit contact.
'Yeah,' she said slowly, catching on that I didn't quite believe her.
I brought my eyes back up to hers. 'Do you mind if we start the interview?' I placed my finger over the Dictaphone's on switch.
'As long as you've had your fill,' Jennifer said, leaning back and sitting upright in the chair.
'I can't promise I won't check in every now and then, but I've finally processed their existence,' I joked as I flipped the switch on.
'That's all I can hope for,' she said smugly, jokingly pushing up her tits.
'That's gonna set me back,' I stated, eyes moving back downwards.
Jennifer laughed. 'I'm guessing you have some questions?'
'Yes,' I said, grabbing my pad and looking at the prepared questions, deciding to leave the questions Steven suggested to last.
'You've done a lot of TV in your career, what attracts you about it? Is it the stableness of the work? A lot of actors like how much time they get with their characters.'
'That's actually a common misconception, about it being steady work,' Jennifer answered.
'What do you mean?'
'Sure it's steady, one season at a time, but once a year is finished, unless you're on NCIS or the Big Bang Theory, you have no idea if you're coming back again, it can be quite stressful,' Jennifer explained.
'That's actually an excellent point,' I said. 'So what is it that attracts you?'
'I think it would have to be the relationships you form,' Jennifer said.
'You get to work with the same people every day for what could be years, it's really quite nice,' Jennifer answered, her smile broadening as she talked.
'That's a perfect segue to my next question,' I said, looking from my pad, up to Jennifer's tits and then up to her face. 'You met your current boyfriend on the set of this show, what's it like working with him every day?'
