Here's the first half of this set's story! ❤ Really enjoyed ..

Here's the first half of this set's story! ❤ Really enjoyed writing it ;) We're going back to old school Hollywood vibes for this one. Imagine Marilyn Monroe. ;) Her and I share a sun and moon sign, so I thought I'd write a little story in her time period~ Enjoy! xoxo, Mary ~~~~~~ The minute hand slides into place as you look down to check your watch. "It's time," you think as you lift your hand to knock on the dressing room door. But before your knuckles even make contact- it swings open suddenly and you stumble slightly. "Ah! Ms. Mary," you stammer. You quickly look her up and down, unable to help yourself. Mary holds the door open, leaning forward slightly. Her lips curl into a little smirk as she sees your surprised expression. You pick your jaw off the floor, attempting to regain your composure. "May I come in? Mr. Zelini had to make some changes to the script from yesterday and he asked me to give you some notes..." you trail off weakly. "Let's hear it, then~" she says, her voice silky and soft. She steps back and beckons you in. You walk through the threshold, gripping the script a bit too tightly. You've been working on this set for a month now, but you've never had an audience alone with Ms. Mary. You hear the quiet snap of the door closing behind you and you immediately begin to feel hot. You look around, wondering where would be most appropriate to sit. Her dressing room is dimly lit- with lights on the walls adorned with gems and crystals. "Sit anywhere you like," you hear her say from behind you. She brushes your arm as she moves past you- two glasses in hand. "What's your poison, Mister? Whiskey? Gin?..." she looks you up and down, "Maybe water?" she winks at you playfully. You gulp hard. "Water, please," you answer with a little smile, nodding your thanks as she goes to fill the glasses. "So... more changes, huh?" she asks. You can hear the laughter in her voice, "I've worked with many directors and Zelini is surely..." she turns back to hand you the glass, "...the most thorough." She motions for you to sit on the couch, and you oblige. You place your glass on the coffee table in front of you, shuffling the script nervously. She walks to the daybed across from you and carefully looks you up and down. "You're pretty new here, aren't ya?" she asks. You nod your head, feeling like a fish out of water. "Well, you must be doing well, working hand in hand with the director!" she praises you. She takes a sip of the drink in her glass- an amber liquid you believe must be whiskey. She trails a finger across her lip as she finishes, keeping eye contact with you throughout. You look down, feeling bashful. "I've been working hard, miss," you say. You see the script in your lap and wake from your love-struck stupor for a moment. "Oh! Um, here's your new copy!" you hold out the script to her. She smiles and laughs a bit before leaning forward to receive the script. She lets her fingers drag across yours lightly as she takes it from your grip. You inhale quickly, feeling butterflies deep in your stomach. She sits for a moment to leaf through the pages- noting the changes all in red. For a few minutes the room is silent, filled only with her little reactions to her lines. You study her face, wondering if she approves. You find her difficult to read, but fascinating to watch... A moment later, she looks up and takes a deep breath. "Help me with my lines, water boy?" she teases before continuing, "I didn't catch your name...?" "Charlie!" you say, a little too quickly. You swear at yourself internally, wishing you could cool the heat rising on your cheeks. You search through your folder for your own copy of the script, "From the top, then?" you ask, attempting to gather yourself. She stands, pulling her dress down slightly. Your mouth goes agape as she assumes her character. Her posture changes to accentuate her curves and she assumes a dark seductive look in her eyes. She looks at you in profile and you admire her silhouette... "I'm ready~" she purrs, raising her eyebrow at you. "Sure- yes." you stammer yet again, finding her cue for the first scene. 30 minutes pass as the two of you run through the first few scenes. Mary is mesmerizing- the changes in the script flow from her lips as though they were always written. She sits on the daybed, delivering the last line of the scene. You study her face again, wondering what lies beneath the act... she finishes the line and takes a moment to let it sit. You clear your throat, "Th-that was amazing." you say, "I don't know how you actresses make it look so natural." Mary smiles at you and stands, playfully giving a little bow. "A lot of practice," she takes her glass in her hand once more, "And a lot of life experience," she winks at you, holding her glass up in cheers. You feel your face flushing yet again. This time, it is accompanied by a tight feeling in your trousers. You shift your legs, attempting to hide your discomfort. "Thank you for running the lines with me, Charlie." she continues, moving across the room to sit next to you on the couch. Your heart begins to beat faster... As she takes her seat, her shoulder brushes against your arm. Your mind quickly descends into the gutter as you feel her presence right next to you. Her soft supple breasts sit so nicely in the thin silk fabric of her dress... and you find yourself staring before remembering your manners. "You're welcome!" you finally say, feeling like a fool. Your throat tightens and you undo the top button of your shirt to give yourself some air. "More water?" Mary asks sweetly, seeing your stiffness. "Oh, no- I'm good," you say weakly. You take your folder and script in your hands and go to stand, "Well, I should probab-" Planting a finger on your lips, she leans close before you can make your escape. "What's the rush?" she asks, inching closer to you, raising an eyebrow. You gulp, and the feeling in your groin intensifies. "I-I.. shouldn't..." you fail to find an excuse. She places her fingers on your chin, pulling your gaze to her gently, "Who says?" her hand trails down your chest, playing gently with your buttons. You search her face, wondering if this is just another act. The idea that Ms. Mary, the star of the show- the main attraction to this whole production- wants to get "familiar" with you? It feels unreal. She leans in and pushes her cleavage against your arm, "Wanna gain some 'life experience,' water boy?" she whispers in your ear. Her fingers brush lightly against your bare skin along your collarbone as she waits for your answer. "I-I-" you stammer, unable to comprehend this could possibly be happening to you. "But why me?" She places a kiss on your cheek, "Why not?" You turn to face her, feeling your primal urges rise to the surface. Taking a deep breath, you kiss her on the lips, sealing your fate. She smiles against your lips and immediately swings her leg around to straddle your lap. Her dress inches up and you realize she has no undergarments on... she looks at you and bites her lip. Leaning in to your ear once more, her musical voice rings in your ear- "You caught me at just the right time, Charlie~" To be continued ❤🤭 Part II: https://onlyfans.com/289371776/marysuexoxo