Sucked into the business (one on one)

Henry smiled, pouring them both some chocolate milk in tall glasses. He set those down, then got a couple of bottles of dressing from the refrigerator. Italian for her, Catalina Honey for him. He set both down on the table, then took a seat opposite her as he listened. He shook the bottle of Catalina Honey, and then poured some over his salad.

He took a few bites, chewing thoughtfully, before he spoke. "That's actually a pretty good thought. And we all know that most politicians do qualify as Pubic, rather than public." He grinned, then took a sip of his chocolate milk.
 
Sasha sipped her own milk, adding dressing after it was properly shaken, and took a few bites. "True, they do usually end up that way, but I still wouldn't vote for a guy who says he wants to be my pubic official. It sounds like a classed-up euphamism for a gynocologist...or a pimp, for that matter."

She took her first good bite of the stew, and moaned. "This is some of the best food I've had in far too long." She shot Henry a wicked smirk and a wink. "You might actually have a better understanding of how to use meat than most men I work with. And feel free to insert your own joke here, based around the word 'swallow'."
 
Henry grinned at her response to his comment on politicians. It was amusing and trite at the same time, and if any politicians had been listening in, they'd probably be in a lot of trouble. But then she moaned at the taste of his stew, which surprised him. Her joke only compounded the surprise, and he opened his mouth to say something, anything. He closed it again immediately, unable to come up with a response, and cleared his throat. He took a few more bites in silence, before speaking.

"Well, I'm no expert on meat, but...I know what people like to swallow?" He shrugged, leaving it at that.
 
"Well, I'm no expert on meat, but...I know what people like to swallow?"

Sasha smiled at Henry's obvious discomfort, his first few failed attempts to talk. She liked to tease him this way, and it's something she decided to keep up whenever she could, unless he out right wanted her to stop. "Well, let me just tell you, if you can make food like this, I could easily set you up with some of my co-workers...female, I promise...who would wanna swallow whatever you had to offer. Just tell me your type."

She put on her best innocent face, as if she didn't realize the double meaning of what she had just said...not to mention how she had snuck in the question about his taste in women...and waited to see if he would handle the teasing being lobbed back to him again.
 
Henry considered that for a moment, then grinned sheepishly. "Uh...to be honest, I haven't really given it a lot of thought. I'd have to say the gal would have to be smart. Beauty's nice but if they don't have it in the head, they're not going to be much fun after a few years, right?" He shrugged again.

"I guess, if I wanted to be honest, someone like you would be ideal."
 
Sasha hadn't expected an answer like that, not really. Most guys would drop a line like that and it would sound like a line, but coming from Henry it sounded sincere enough to make her smile and blush a bit. "I wasn't fishing for compliments, but thank you. And, if I was going to be honest, I think someone like you is a pretty ideal man. Being able to cook is a major plus, like I said. But mostly it's just...it's being able to talk with you and be totally open. Plus, you can keep your attention above my neck."
 
Henry smiled at that, and then continued eating. He had to admit, making her blush was fun. Of course, he didn't think she'd be so amused by him if she knew what he had in his pants. He watched her for a few moments, then spoke. "So any idea what they have filming tomorrow? They told me to be in and have cameras ready. Yes, cameras, plural." He shook his head at that.
 
Sasha just shook her head as she ate. "I'm not sure. They didn't say anything to me, so I must not be involved in this one. But it must be good that they're trying to give you more to handle."
 
Henry shrugged at that, and shook his head. "I dunno, to be honest. After the last one, I spent about two hours in the shower at work trying to wash away the unclean feeling. Or was it the stress." He shrugged again.

"It's a good thing no one walked in on me. I would have probably fainted from embarrassment at being caught in the shower at work."
 
Sasha gave him a sly smirk. "I think you'd have been better off if someone had walked in to catch you, and see you were just washing up. Because, let us review; You had just shot your first adult film...so far as we know." She stuck her tongue out before going on. "Then people see you enter a shower to do something for the next two hours. Now I don't think anybody noticed...at least, I didn't catch any gossip from my friends...but wouldn't it be more embarassing to have people think you were...you know...'working off your stress' and not just cleaning it away?"

She paused, her brow furrowing in thought. "Actually, you think being seen in the shower by people who are professionally naked might embarass you. And earlier, you mentioned that in high school you were tormented by girls trying to get you naked, which is usually the opposite of what would be expected, so..." Her left eyebrow went up in a questioning look. "This is none of my business, but...is there something there that's really worth a look?"
 
Henry opened his mouth to respond to her logic, and found that he couldn't think of any arguments against it. He closed his mouth immediately, and cleared his throat. Then, however, she continued with something that damned near made his heart stop. He blushed, looking away, clearing his throat and shaking his head. "Uh....I...um...." He really thought what he had was far too much for most women, even after watching what Sasha had taken during the filming.
 
Sasha grinned like the Cheshire Cat and leaned back in her seat. "Wow. To get so embarassed, it must be something really, really impressive. Probably cast worthy."

She lowered her smile, not wanting to push the teasing too far; It was clear this was not a happy subject for Henry. "Okay, fun's over. I'm sorry. I won't bring it u...I won't mention it again. And I won't ask; I'm curious, but I won't ask. And as long as you can keep it from getting too noticable on set, it's our secret."
 
Henry blushed, and nodded slowly at her apology. Then he cleared his throat, and took a few more bites of the stew. He chewed in silence for a few moments, before speaking again. "So uh...Did you want to look through my collection of movies and games?"

He wanted to change the subject quickly, get it away from uncomfortable topics like the size of the UPS Guy's package.
 
Sasha nodded and finished off her stew, carrying the bowl over to the sink. "Yeah, I think I'd like a good, stupid-funny movie about now. Those are my favorite form of relaxation...stuff like the American Pie movies, that force you to laugh no matter how bad you feel."

Sasha was worrying things would be uncomfortably weird sitting through a movie, after the conversation they'd just had, and that Henry would want to be alone instead. On the other hand though, picking that moment to walk out would be worse.
 
Henry grinned sheepishly at her statement, and then considered. "Would you settle for something older and containing a more esoteric type of comedy? Something by Mel Brooks or Monty Python, perhaps?" He set his own dishes in the sink and then headed into the living room. Once there, he opened up a cabinet of DVDs, and motioned for her to look through them.

"Of course, if you'd prefer something along the lines of the 'Oh, Nadia *splut*' jokes in American Pie...."
 
Sasha grinned and followed behind him. "Mel Brooks is always good too, yea...I don't suppose you have 'Silent Movie' by chance?" She browsed through his DVDs, and came up with the movie. "Hey, so you do; I haven't seen this since I was in my teens." She shot a look at him over her shoulder. "Which, ahh, was only two or three years ago, of course."
 
Henry grinned sheepishly at her sudden outburst, and then teased her. "Oh? Methinks the lady doth protest too much." Then he shook his head. "I dunno of any teens with tits like that, if you'll pardon the language, Miss Sasha." He turned on the tv and his PS3, and then motioned for her to put the DVD in. "I kind of prefer movies like Spaceballs and Dracula: Dead and Loving It myself. Silent Movie is a parody of a genre that I never really got much out of to begin with. Sure, Chaplin was funny, but he wasn't THAT funny."
 
Sasha put the DVD into the system, and settled onto the couch. "Okay, fine...so it's been more than a few years since my teens, but not too many. And just for your information, I did have these tits back then."

The mention of Spaceballs brought back memories for her, and Sasha took on an authorative tone and pointed out in front of herself. "Keep firing, Assholes!"
 
Henry grinned at that, and tilted is head. "Doctor Philip Schlotkin." He shook his head, then ran to the kitchen again and made them some snacks for the movie. He came back in and took a seat next to her as the movie actually started. He grinned at her. "Comfortable? Should I get blankets to curl up under?"
 
Sasha took a bit of the snacks Henry had provided, and grinned back. "Curling up under a blanket would be pretty nice, but right now just sit still for a few minutes and be comfortable. I promise, if you can relax for ten straight minutes, I'll let you go back to being the frantic, accomodating host." She gave him a nudge with her elbow, and hoped that he would be able to relax and be comfortable with her, now that she knew his (not so) little secret. An actual male friend from her business wasn't something easily come by.
 
Henry raised an eyebrow at the elbow nudging. Then he shook his head, and sank back into the couch. He hadn't watched Silent Movie in years, but the gorgeous bunny beside him an enthusiasm for the movie which quickly proved contagious. He was soon laughing along with her, as they watched the movie, ate the snacks, and drank bottles of tea.

They ended up going through several movies, and by the time they were finished watching then, it was well after midnight. He sat up, stretching slowly, and then looked at her. "Another movie? Or should I get you home before your coach turns into a pumpkin? Do pornstars even HAVE coaches?"
 
She stood up and stretched as well, surprised how late it had gotten; The time seemed to have slid by faster than she expected. "Well, some of them do have coaches early on it their careers, yes, but not the kind you would ride in. Anyway...I don't have anywhere to be. And since my car is back at the studio, where you're headed tomorrow anyway...could I stay and crash on your couch, and catch a ride when you head back in?"
 
Henry grinned at the joke, and then nodded as he remembered that her car was in the parking lot. He considered what to do for a moment, then smiled. "You get the bed." He down the hall to the bedroom, and opened the closet. He took some extra blankets off of the top shelf, and a few extra pillows out of a box, and headed back out to the living room. His couch was fortunately one of those pull-out sofas, and he quickly had it set up.

He looked up, seeing the look on her face, and raised an eyebrow. "What? It's bad form to make a lady sleep on the couch, so hie thee to bed. I'll be fine out here."
 
She was a bit surprised by his insistence that she take his bed while he would stay out on the couch. But from the brief time they'd been spending together, she realized she shouldn't have been; This was clearly the sort of guy Henry Franks was.

"Not that I see any 'lady' around here, but I'm not going to argue if you wanna tkae the couch. I just don't want to hear you spreading rumors around that you got me back to your place and into your bed after one day."

With another teasing grin and a hug, Sasha headed down the hall to Henry's room. Shutting the door, she stripped to only her black panties and crawled under the covers. Hopefully Henry wouldn't mind...not that she thought he'd know anyway...but she was never comfortable enough to sleep wearing more than that.
 
Henry rolled his eyes at her joke. Then he smiled, and hugged her back. He let her head to the bedroom, then went to the bathroom opposite the bedroom in the hall. He had decided to take a shower before bed, and stripped down, closing the door and turning on the water.

In minutes, he was standing under the warm, luxuriant, relaxing spray of three showerheads. The shower was actually the main reason for his choice of the apartment, and he was definitely glad for it as it worked the tension from the day out of his shoulders. He closed his eyes, his mind drifting to the sexy bunny in his bed mere feet away.
 
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