Sucked into the business (one on one)

Henry raised an eyebrow at that, then grinned teasingly, unlocking the passenger door and opening it for her. "If you'd like to get freshened up first, you could take your car home and I could meet you later? And was that a sausage joke I just heard now?" He stuck his tongue out at her, before going around to the driver's side and unlocking the door. He climbed into the car, buckling his seatbelt, and looked at her, waiting for her response.
 
Sasha rolled her eyes and shook her head as she got into the car. "There was nothing about sausage in there, I was just saying that it's almost impossible not to like Italian food. Anyway...I don't think I need to freshen up, even if I did end up skipping my shower, thanks to someone distracting me." She faked a glare his way, then looked down at her clothes. "Unless of course, you think I might not be dressed well for dinner."
 
Henry raised an eyebrow, then grinned teasingly. "Depends. Do you want to go out to eat, or eat in? I'd ask if you want to be eaten out but that's a different conversation altogether, isn't it?"

Then he shook his head. "If you wanted to go out to eat, it wouldn't do well to go out smelling like a sexy little bunny who just got stuffed in front of a camera, would it?"
 
Sasha raised an eyebrow right back at him, and shook her head, trying not to laugh. "We may need to work on your 'Off The Set' manners; Job aside, I'm still a refined, delicate, innocent lady...ya damned, friggin' jackass." She stuck her tongue out, and looked back towards the road. "Stil though, a quick shower and change of clothes might be nice. Let's swing by my house." She gave him the address, directing him where to turn as they went.
 
Henry nodded, and laughed. He drove slowly, following her directions. They were soon pulling up in front of her place, and he smiled. "Nice place. How much does it cost?" He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, wondering if she wanted him to go in with her or wait in the car.
 
Sasha got out when they arrived, and smiled at the praise of her house. It wasn't exactly small, having a second floor and spacious yards in front and back, but it wasn't large either by any means. "Nevermind just how much it cost...it's all paid for, that's enough for me. Come on in, I'm not gonna make you wait out here in the car." When she knew he would be following, Sasha went to the door and held it open for him.
 
Henry grinned at that, and climbed out of the car, locking the doors. He followed Sasha to the door, and when she held it open for him, he ducked inside ahead of her. He waited a few steps into the house for her. He whistled low as he examined the furnishings.
 
Sasha closed the door behind them, and motioned towards the living room, then the kitchen. "Get comfy, and have a little something to munch on if you want to, so long as you don't spoil your appetite for dinner. I'll be back down in a few minutes." She started up the stairs, but stopped halfway up. "Oh, and don't try to peek in on me durig my shower; Some of us aren't so anxious to be spied on, you know. Sasha shot a wink to Henry, stuck out her tongue, and went up to her shower.
 
Henry raised an eyebrow at the comment, the wink, and the tongue sticking out at him. Then he rolled his eyes, watching her walk up the stairs. The thought of her spreading herself on her knees for him rose unbidden to the surface of his thoughts, but he quickly pushed it away. He shook his head, and sank down into a comfortable chair.
 
Sasha took as quick a shower as she thought would wash away her day, not wanting to leave Henry alone longer than neccisary. Not that she thought she had to keep an eye on him, she trusted him being in her home even if she'd known him all of two days. She just wanted to get back to his company, and...yes, she had to confess it to herself...she was anxious to go out with him. One of the biggest draw backs to her line of work was that she avoided being social with men for the most part. Something about Henry though made her comfortable, and happy, and took her back to those feelings she had prior to making films.

She dried off and changed into a white blouse with the top three buttons undone...a tiny bit of cleavage if Henry was going to look (and she suspected he might), but not overly showy. She also wore a dark blue skirt to her knees and matching flats. Coming downstairs with a smile, she went in search of Henry, though she didn't expect he had gone too far from the living room in the past twenty or so minutes.
 
Henry hadn't gone far at all. In fact, he'd dozed off on her couch, with her pet cat curled up under his chin. The cat was comfortably purring, nuzzling the tall human male that was in its domain. It had seemed to take a liking to him. He yawned, and stretched slightly, not quite awake yet, as he laid on her surprisingly large couch. When he woke up, he found his face staring down into the bright green eyes of a cat perched on his chest, and beyond those, the brighter green eyes of Sasha.

He started to sit up, before he saw what she was wearing. He opened his mouth to say something, only to be unable to form words. The bulge down his pants leg was clear indication of what he thought of her outfit though.
 
Sasha smiled to Henry when he began to stir, stroking her cat's head lightly on his lap. She was aware of his growing buldge...how could she not be?...but avoided looking at it, knowing how sensative he was on the subject. "Hey...good morning, Henry. I came out and found you here about half an hour ago, but didn't wanna disturb you. You looked pretty peaceful there...plus, Sabrina looked comfy too, laying on top of you."
 
Henry blinked, then nodded slowly. He cleared his throat, blushing a little at how close she was, and how comfortable the cat seemed to be on his chest. He grinned sheepishly. "Guess it was a longer day than I thought. Wow, you look great."
 
Sasha sat down beside Henry on the couch, gently taking the cat off of his chest. The cat put up a bit of a fight, snagging one set of claws in his shirt...hopefully not catchinghis skin...clearly not wanting to leave her perch. Sasha set the fluffy, slightly pudgy cat in her own lap, petting her back. "Thank you. I was hoping to still look nice for our date, but toned down and not...you know, overly sexy. Though apparently, either my outfit or your dream is hot enough to get a...reaction." Her eyes flicked down pointedly, and back up to his face. She bit her lip, and cleared her throat. "I know that's a touchy subject for you...and if I'm over stepping my bounds, please tell me, but...have you ever considered work in front of the camera?"
 
Henry smiled at her statement about wanting to look nice but not too sexy. Then he outright balked at her question. Work...in front of a camera? "I'm not very photogenic." He didn't realize she meant in the porno industry. He was definitely big enough for that, though he didn't know she didn't even take stuff like that during her work. He also didn't know the fantasies that had been running through her mind for the past few days. He reached over, gently petting the purring feline on her lap.
 
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Sasha was suddenly reminded of one of Zsa Zsa Gabor's visits to the Tonight Show with Carson, and smirked at Henry. "If you wanna pet my pussy, just ask me to move the cat." She adjusted her tone, being serious with him now. "What I meant was, have you ever thought of working in the...porn...and not just working on it? You're a good looking guy...and you're more than built for it. Again, it's none of my business, but...well, trust me, the studio would give you a shot easily, considering."
 
Henry opened his mouth to say something to her joke, when she continued. His mouth stayed open, and he blinked a few times, before he coughed, and cleared his throat, looking away and blushing. When he finally spoke, it was so quiet that a normal woman wouldn't have heard him. "Would you be willing to take something like this on camera?"
 
Sasha had heard Henry just barely. It was clear from his quiet tone, the way he avoided looking at her, and his blush that he didn't want to talk about this. However, it was out on the table now, so Sasha pressed onward. She took hold of his chin lightly, and turned him back to face her. "Truthfully...I don't know if I could take something like that. But for a scene, I would try, and I'd take as much as I can. That's just me though; There are plenty of women at the studio on both sides of the fence. Some will say no, they won't go for that. Some are total size queens, who would see someone like you as a major milestone to brag about." She let him go and stod up, placing the cat back on the couch. She pulled Henry to his feet and took his arm. "So...we can drop the subject now and I'll try not to say anything about it again, or not. It's your choice. Either way...I'm hungry, Henry. Feed me."
 
Henry blinked, finding his chin held in the soft, fuzzy hands of the sexy bunny as she looked into his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come out. Then she grabbed his arm, pulling him to his feet, and said something about feeding her. He tilted his head, and then grinned impishly. "And what would you like to eat? Should it be something behind closed doors?"
 
Sasha rolled her eyes dramatically and laughed, pulling Henry towards the door. "Just because I do what I do doesn't mean I'm always after sex. I'm in the mood for some more good comfort food, so I think maybe Italian? Always my favorite...write that down, in case we go out again." She gave him a playful nudge, and draped herself on him as they walked. "As for anything behind closed doors, well...sorry, you asked me out so Date Rules have to apply now; Nothing's gonna happen unless I think you've been good enough to earn it."
 
Henry laughed at her dramatic look. Then he followed her, or rather, was pulled by her. "Duly noted, Bunbun." He considered her words as she continued to drag him for a bit, before draping herself over his arm. He smiled, and nodded. He walked with her, then grinned sheepishly. "So I take it you have a place in mind? I don't know this part of town that well."
 
Sasha laughed at the name 'Bunbun' and decided on the spot that she adored it. She nodded and locked up. "I think I know a good place. Uncle Carlo's, a couple miles over on Fifteenth, just past West Elm. And no, not my uncle, that's the name of the place. Though he does seem to like when I call him that." When she got over to the passenger side of Henry's car...which was rapidly becoming 'Her Side'...she kept a close eye on his hands, expecting another cheap feel. Which, of course, she would over-look and feign offense at.
 
Henry grinned at her words, then nodded. He opened the car door for her, and raised an eyebrow at her gaze. "What? Expecting me to do something like...." He brought one hand up and gently caressed the side of her breasts through the top she wore. "This?"
 
Sasha couldn't elp laughing as she got in. "Something like that. Or spanking me, or grabbing my ass, or a dozen other things I won't even mention, in case you hadn't thought of them yet." Before buckling in, she leaned across the way to kiss Henry on his cheek. "And I know I'm asking for trouble admitting this, but so far I don't mind, since you're not crossing the line. So I fear you'll be around to figure out all those un-named things."
 
Henry's grin widened at her response. When she leaned in, kissing his cheek and telling him he'd probably be around long enough to figure out all that, he blinked in surprise for a moment. Then he returned the favor, kissing her cheek as well, and brought one hand up to gently stroke the fur of her neck. "I guess I'll have to keep you on your toes then." He wasn't referring to the fact that if he were to fuck her from behind, she probably would be only able to touch the ground with her toes, but now that she knew how big he was, she could probably infer that.
 
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