felt a bit faint. Mark's muscles rippled as he strode towards her, the red silk boxers clinging seductively to him.
"So you're my leading lady," Mark said when he was close to . He was quite short in person, only about 5'7", but found it to be a pleasant surprise, as she could look into his hazel-brown eyes with ease. God, he was gorgeous! "What's your name, sexy?" he went on.
"," she said, smiling coyly.
"BUNNY," the director corrected, glaring at . "Bunny Chatterley," he said to Mark.
"Bunny...oh, that's sad." Mark tsked and shook his head. " is a much prettier name." He eyed up and down, and noticed a bulge beginning to grow under his boxers.
"Thank you." licked her lips, hoping she looked seductive. "So do you like what you see?"
"Oh, most definitely." Mark flashed her his trademark boyish grin. "Are you ready to get down to business?"
"Oh wow," thought to herself, "for years I've fantasized about having sex with Mark Wahlberg -- I never thought I'd actually get the chance!" She was about to say "YES! DEFINITELY," when she stopped herself.
She did want this--it was Mark Wahlberg, for God's sake!--but did she really want it to be captured on film forever? Might it lead to something more, or would the experience forever haunt her? |