Sucked into the business (one on one)

[RoleplayCatgirl]

"I think part of the Harry Potter obsession was his accent. No question, accents are just damn sexy; That's just one more reason I've got such a thing for Anna Paquin, as I implied a minute or so ago."

She saw the look Henry got on his face, and laughed, knowing where his mind had gone to. Putting on a dramatic mock-offended expression, Sasha gently, playfully slapped his face. "Don't start getting any ideas; What kind of a girl do you take me for?" Again she laughed, knowing full well how ironic that question would sound all things considered. "And yea, I'd love some home cooking. I'm a wreck in the kitchen, and don't get all that many offers for someone else to cook for me"

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry laughed, and shook his head. Then he stretched, and smiled with a nod. "I wouldn't mind cooking for you. Do you have any preferences?" He asked as he started putting the finishing touches on the website.

It wasn't very long before he was finished and closing his laptop up. As he slid it into his backpack, he looked at her. "Do you want to go freshen up first?"

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Sasha debated while Henry finished up his work. She liked most food, but as long as he was going to ask her opinion, she'd take the opportunity to be picky about it. When he was packing his laptop back up, she came to her decision. "I think I'm in the mood for something basic; Just simple, harty comfort food. Just as long as it isn't seafood. I only like fish that comes in stick form. And no, I don't think I need to freshen up...I didn't really do much that would de-freshen me from when I got here. So, any time you're ready, so am I."

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry nodded, shouldering his backpack as he stood up. He motioned for her to head out the door first, and followed her, stopping just long enough to close and lock the office door behind them. "Stew sound good then?" He walked behind her, digging his car keys out of his pocket. He owned a nondescript black sedan, a gift from his father upon graduation. The cheap bastard couldn't spring for a better car, Henry thought sourly.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Sasha walked out ahead of Henry, nodding and waving to the few other people hanging around the studio today. "Stew sounds great to me. If you feel like swinging by a store, I'll spring for some wine for us, assuming you drink, and some kind of dessert if you don't mind store bought."

As she walked with Henry towards his car, about to ask if she should follow in her own or if he'd mind bringing her back to claim it later, a tallish man with blond hair and dark shades stepped in beside her; One of the other actors, 'Howard Huge' she thought he went by. He gave her butt a firm squeeze and smirked, addressing Henry. "Movin' up the ladder quick, are ya? Yesterday you're workin' the camera, today you're getting a private audition with the talent? Just watch the bunny doesn't try to bite your carrot."

He laughed like a hyena and walked off, leaving Sasha with a scowl. "...Asshole." She muttered under her breath, then sighed and looked at Henry. "Sorry; There are some really big dicks in this business."

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry raised an eyebrow at the display of pseudomasculinity, and just about died when she used her specific choice of words in her apology. He coughed a few times, then cleared his throat. "Uh, right. Well, I don't drink, but dessert sounds fine. And which do you prefer? I mean, a gal like you probably has a NICE car, unlike this junkheap that I got for graduation."

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

"Uh, right. Well, I don't drink, but dessert sounds fine. And which do you prefer? I mean, a gal like you probably has a NICE car, unlike this junkheap that I got for graduation."

Sasha rolled her eyes, but smiled. "It doesn't look so bad to me. I still drive one I got from my parents, who thought they had quite a sense of humor." She pointed a few slots over to her own car; A white Volkswagen Rabbit. "A present for sweet sixteen. They thought it was funny as Hell. I fell in love with it though, so while I might be able to get something else, I don't plan to until this one finally gives up the ghost completely."

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry regarded her car for a moment, then her. Then he grinned teasingly. "If they'd really had a sense of humour, they would have given it the same paintjob." Then he sobered up. "Still, there's a lot of potential for most Volkwaagen cars. Ever consider putting in aftermarket mods and getting it custom painted?"

That was something he wanted, though he wouldn't do it to the sedan. If he could afford it he'd go with something sleek and sexy.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

"If they'd really had a sense of humour, they would have given it the same paintjob. Still, there's a lot of potential for most Volkwaagen cars. Ever consider putting in aftermarket mods and getting it custom painted?"

Sasha shook her head and stood at the passenger side of the sedan; It might be a stupid mistake to put so much faith in someone she had known exactly one day, but Henry seemed decent enough. She thought she could trust him enough to leave her own car behind and ride with him.

"A custom paint job would probably end up drawing attention, and I'd prefer to keep a low profile." She frowned, and scoffed at herself. "That came out wrong, and sounds like I have a fat ego about my career again. What I mean is, I've always tried to keep my head down and stay under the radar. Never been easy, when you happen to be a furry. Harder still if you develop early and rapidly, and only get better looking from one day to the next."

She grinned widely over the top of the car. "Looks I let myself have an ego about."

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry grinned, unlocking the car door for her. Then he climbed in on the driver's side, and buckled his seat belt. He waited for her to do the same before he started the engine. Then he pulled the vehicle out of the parking space, and moved for the end of the lot. Soon they were on the road, heading towards the store near his house. He turned on the radio, and music flooded the cabin. "At least they made good stereos for cars like these."

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Sasha got into the car and buckled herself in. When Henry put the music on, she started to tap a foot along with the beat, settling into the ride. "True, they did put good stereos in. On the downside, some of the music itself started to make a decline. Some of it's still good, but I'm always going to be an oldies girl; 60s through the 80s, good music." She made a partial turn in her seat to face towards Henry. "How about you, what music does it for you? We've covered our seperate tastes in just about everything else today."

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry raised an eyebrow, then grinned as she tapped her feet. At her words, he nodded, moving through traffic fairly easily. As they pulled into the store parking lot, she turned to face him and asked him about his taste in music. He considered for a moment, pulling into a parking space. Then he smiled, looking at her. "Depends on my mood. Most of the time it's stuff from Japan. I do listen to a lot of classic rock though."

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Sasha got out when they pulled into the store, leaning back into the car for a moment. This caused the front of her dress to hang down just a bit, enough for someone who was looking to notice she had gone without a bra today. If someone was really looking, they might even see a little bit of her nipples.

"Classic rock is some pretty good stuff. I'll be back in a sec', try not to miss me too much." She shut the door and walked off, hips swaying as she went. Ten minutes later she was coming back, carrying a small red velvet cake and laughing to herself quietly. She got back in and sat with one leg crossed over the other, holding their dessert on her lap.

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry smiled at her words, then watched as she walked into the store. She'd told him to wait, so he leaned against the car, waiting. He'd definitely noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, and briefly wondered if that was more comfortable for her. In no time, she was back, and he got back in the car, started the engine, and they were off. He grinned at the way she cradled the dessert, and shifted through traffic.

Soon, they arrived at an old apartment building. He pulled into a parking space in the back, and turned off the engine, looking at her. "Try not to be too brutal about my place, okay?" With that, he got out, waited for her, and then locked the doors. Then he headed into the building, and up to a third floor apartment, which he unlocked and held the door open.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

She stepped into his apartment, liking the way he had held the door for her, and looked it over. "Nothing to be brutal about...unless you just keep up the living room for appearence sake, and it gets worse in the other rooms."

With a little wink to let him know she was teasing, Sasha tracked down the kitchen to put the cake into the fridge. She came back and sat down on the couch. "Seriously, your apartment looks fine to me...and there was nothing wrong with your car...and before you decide to knock your cooking, or anything else about your life you plan to put down, I'm sure that'll be good too."

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry raised an eyebrow at her words, then shrugged. He closed the door as she ran to the kitchen, then walked over to the couch and sat down. He listened to what she had to say, and then broke into a grin. "Oh? So, do you want to watch tv or something while I make dinner?" He studied her for a moment, then stood up and went to the kitchen himself.

He started preparing the meal they'd agreed upon, taking his time to do it right. The meal in question was a hearty stew, with lots of slow-roasted, tender beef chunks, vegetables, and a thick sauce. To that, he only added a salad with cheese and some French bread pieces. Then he sat at the table to wait for it, and watching her through the open doorway.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Sasha followed along behind Henry, hopping up onto a part of the counter she hoped he wouldn't need. "If it doesn't bother you, I think I'll keep you company and watch you work. I figure that's only fair, since you watched me doing what I do. And I guess, having what I do done to me."

She was surprised with herself, talking about her job outside of the studio. Usually, she left the two halves of her life as seperate as she could. Yet here she was, not only being open about it, but...was she actually using it as a means of flirting with this guy she'd just met? If she wasn't, she had skated right up to the edge of doing so. Maybe it was how decent he seemed, or that she liked to tease him considering he wasn't into porno. Whatever it was, it felt kind of nice...like she was laying all her cards on the table for once.

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry raised an eyebrow at her joke, then grinned. "Do unto others, huh?" He stirred the stew, adding seasonings. The bread was toasting in the oven in slices, and the salad just awaited dressing and croutons. All that was left was the thick, rich, hearty stew. He smiled, looking at her. "You'd think a girl who got suckered into an amateur porno with her ex would have steered clear of the professional industry. And probably injured anyone stupid enough to suggest it."

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Sasha thought about that, and nodded slowly. "Yeah, you might think. But this way, I have control on the situation. I turn down anything I'm not comfortable with doing, and so long as it's on my terms, I don't mind so much being seen naked. Not to mention it pays better for less effort than the average job; Wage-slaving was not for me."

She sniffed at the air in a pointed fashion, and turned things back around on him. "But then, you might also think a guy who can make something as basic as bread smell that good would be working in a restaurant kitchen instead of working a camera."

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry grinned at the turnaround in conversation. Then he shrugged, adding a few more vegetables to the stew. "My mother taught me how to cook. It's more of a hobby. I'm good at design, as you no doubt saw. I have a problem being in front of the camera, mind you. Plus, I don't think I could ever do the sort of thing on camera that your partners do. I'd have trouble finding the right partner for it, for one thing. Then there's the whole On Camera issue."

He shrugged again, and smiled, giving the stew a taste. "Shouldn't be more than twenty minutes. Could you take the bread out of the oven for me?"

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

(Sorry, little bit of an in-joke here)

Sasha found oven mitts hanging above the stove and slipped them on, bending over at the waist to pull out the bread. She wondered if her host was taking the opportunity to look her over from behind, but didn't look back to check. It might embarass him if he was and was caught doing it. Besides...Henry had seen everything there was to see.

"Smart woman, your mother; Women love a guy who can cook." She set the sheet of bread on the stove top and sat ack up on the counter. "You can certainly also do design work. I'm not much of an expert, but it looked good to me, so I think you're better off behind the scenes. But the whole thing about picking a partner wouldn't even be an issue, the studio heads handle that. They try different pairings to see who has a good chemistry, who sells more working together, stuff like that. And they really listen if anyone has a person problem with someone particular, or if they have some preferences. Such as..." She crossed her legs, getting a sort of teacherly tone. "We have a few actors and actresses that have it on contract that they only work with humans, and not furries, because they don't like the idea of beastiality. Which apparently is often confussed with 'bestiality' according to this guy I knew. Kinda anal about grammer and speech, but a eally nice guy all in all."

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry raised an eyebrow, listening to her. He was checking her tight tush out. It was hard not to. But when she sat back up on the counter, his attention immediately went back to the stew. At least, his gaze did. He grinned at her words, and tilted his head. "Try telling that to the few girlfriends I had. When they found out they couldn't get me naked, they left me for football heroes."

He shook his head, then grinned wider at her explanation of sexual preferences at the studio. "So they have a problem with having sex with hairy people, and are confusing it with sex with animals?" English had been a minor of his, and the language was always a pain to sort out with multiple spellings.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

"Try telling that to the few girlfriends I had. When they found out they couldn't get me naked, they left me for football heroes."

"Well now there's some irony for you. In high school, when the guys found out they couldn't get me naked, they started chasing the cheerleaders. Too bad you and I couldn't have switched school; All the girls that wanted you could have the guys who wanted me, and meanwhile you and I could happily be friends without benefits."

"So they have a problem with having sex with hairy people, and are confusing it with sex with animals?"

Sasha's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. After several seconds of stunned silence, she started to laugh and shake her head. "Oh, my dear Lord, there's two of them!"

 

[dragonrazor]

Henry grinned sheepishly, and shook his head. Then he started dishing out the stew for the two of them, and set the bowls on the table. He put a second bowl with salad in it in front of each placesetting, and then dumped the french bread onto a plate and set it between them. He motioned for her to have a seat, and then realized he hadn't gotten them anything to drink.

"Anything in mind for drinks? I minored in English, by the way. It's amazing how much difference one letter makes in our language, isn't it?"

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

"Anything in mind for drinks? I minored in English, by the way. It's amazing how much difference one letter makes in our language, isn't it?"

Sasha seated herself, sniffing the lovely, comforting aromas around her. "Anything you happen to have to drink would be just fine...and some thousand island or italian, if you happen to have either for the salad."

She tracked down a good sized piece of meat in her stew and ate it; She wouldn't completely dive into the meal until Henry joined her, but she had to try it, it was too tempting sitting in front of her. "My brief stint in college, I never picked a real major. But most of my classes were in writing...two semesters of film writing even. The really ironic thing is, some of my classmates were going to shoot a short film for a festival at the college, and asked me to do a part; You wouldn't believe how camera shy I was.

"One letter too much or too little makes a huge difference. I read about a contest this newpaper had, where they asked people to add, remove, or change just one letter in a word and define the new word. The only one I remember was 'Foreploy = False pretenses used to obtain sex'...been there. I also heard about a guy running for a public office who had to drop tens of thousands of dollars recalling pamphlets and buttons to have them redone because of a tiny, crucial typo; They said he wanted to be elected as a 'Pubic Official'...not exactly the same thing."