Getting to Know Gal Gadot

I was looking for a way to earn more money while chasing my dream of becoming an actor. That's when I decided to babysit. My buddies teased me, but I knew I was natural with children.

I spotted an internet ad for a wealthy couple looking for someone to babysit their children. However, they preferred to interview by email at first to protect their privacy. The candidates would then be chosen and contacted via video call.

It was essentially a generic inquiry about what I would do in an emergency. Since I'd previously babysat for my uncle's child. I knew exactly what I had to do. I had also applied for a couple of other jobs and had attended a couple of auditions as well while waiting for their callback.

After a week, I received an email stating that they were impressed with my email and would like to meet with me via video call. I replied, confirming the time slot for the video call.

For the interview, I donned my white formal shirt. At ten o'clock in the morning, Skype began ringing with its traditional ringtone. On the other end of the line, I observed a couple seated together. But it was the wife who drew my attention. I was trying to recall where I had seen her before. I found out who she was in a matter of seconds. It was Gal Gadot. The actress who reached the heights of her career as a result of her portrayal as Wonder Woman.

She flashed a mouthful of a smile and waved her hands at me. I returned the smile with a shaky handshake.

"Hi. Just to be sure, your name is Eric Forman?" The husband spoke up.

"Yes sir," I replied formally.

"Good. So this is my wife, Gal Gadot, and my name is Jaron Varsano."

It felt surreal when he casually introduced Gal. Even though I was conversing with him, my gaze was drawn to his wife. She looked unintentionally hot in her floral dress. He went on to ask me more questions about myself and my past, and then he started asking more about babysitting stuff. Gal sat there with a smile and nodded the entire time.

"What interests you about being a babysitter?" Finally, Gal questioned me with her familiar Israeli accent.

"To be honest, it's not about money," I lied.

"A natural desire to spend time with children. While you're at work, I get to spend the majority of my time with the kids as a nanny. As a result, to safeguard the children, I had to love them naturally. Fostering relationships with children and their families is, in my opinion, the most rewarding aspect of babysitting." I responded truthfully.

The couple looked at each other and smiled.

The phone began to ring at that point. "I've got to take that," Jaron stated to his wife after picking it up. "Can you finish the interview on your own?"

He wished me luck before exiting the camera frame.

I felt like there was a battle going on inside my stomach. I couldn't believe it when I found myself alone in my room, talking virtually with Gal Gadot.

"I liked the way you answered," she complimented and continued, "So... This was not supposed to be revealed to you yet. But you really impressed us with your mail. The video call was simply a courtesy to get to know you better." Gal told me with a big smile on her face.

I responded to her with an awkward smile. I couldn't believe the possibility of meeting Gal Gadot, let alone working for her.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not going to eat you," she joked. Her accent made it sound more seductive.

"I couldn't believe I was having a conversation with you. I was only used to seeing you in movies. But I just have to say this... No one else could play Wonder Woman better than you." At this point, I felt like I was flirting while complimenting her.

She thanked me with a blush.

"So, I saw you mentioned you were hoping to break into the acting business?" She inquired further.

I nodded.

"So you're going to ditch me and my kids whenever you get a big chance?"

I felt like I blew the opportunity to work for Gal. It was advertised as a part-time job. So I thought my acting career wouldn't be a problem for them.

Gal, on the other hand, burst out laughing and remarked, "I was only messing with you. In the future, we'll sort it out."

"If you get this job," she added after a little pause.

Her husband had returned, and the couple informed me that if I met their standards, they would contact me in the future. The call was then terminated. I sat in my room, staring at a blank computer screen. I couldn't believe what just happened.

I drew my chair closer to the table and googled Gal Gadot. It came up with a bunch of her information and pictures on it. I continued on my search for her nudes. However, I was dismayed to learn that the actress had never performed a nude scene.

Eventually, I ended up looking at her bikini scene in the movie 'Fast and Furious.' I felt blood rushing through my penis. I drew my hard dick out and lubed it. And then I started stroking it faster as I watched that old guy in the scene rubbing her ass over her bikini. Her long, slim physique was driving me insane. In a split second, I was cumming all over my hands. I let out a huge breath. I was hoping to get the job while cleaning the cum off my hands.

A week had passed since my interview with Gal Gadot. Then, while I was out with my friends, I received an email that piqued my interest. It was from Gal. I opened it excitedly. But my heart broke when I read that they were sorry I didn't get the job.

My dream of working for Gal had died that night. I decided to let it go and focus on my career. Nonetheless, Gal lived rent-free in my mind.

I landed a part-time job as a nanny for another couple after two weeks. I would go to the audition in my spare time. The majority of the parts were either prisoner #3 or a corpse.

I awoke one morning to find that I had received mail from Gal Gadot again. She sent me her phone number and requested that I call her. I leaped from my bed, shrieking with delight. As I dialed her phone digits, my fingers were shaking. When I waited longer for her to pick up the phone, I thought my heart would leap out of my chest.

"Hello," said the person on the other end of the line. I assumed it had to be Gal. I couldn't recognize the accent.

"Hi. My name is Eric Forman. Gal Gadot requested me to give her a call," I explained.

"Oh, Hey Eric. It's me, Gal," She exclaimed.

"How are things going for you? I'm sorry we didn't hire you. Jaron assumed this other girl would do a good job because she offered to work full-time if we wanted." She apologized sincerely.

"Don't worry. I now have a new job." I informed her. And then, I questioned, "So, you asked me to call you?"

"Oh, yeah! About that... So how's your schedule? Are you free on Monday?" Gal inquired.

"Nothing much. Yeah, I am free." I responded.

"So, one of the actors in the advertisement I was working on had an injury. He had to leave it at the last minute. So, I figured you might be interested in the part. That's the least I could do for getting your hopes up and not hiring you in the end." Gal clarified.

I couldn't believe Lady Luck had finally come to my aid.

"Oh my goodness, Gal. Of course, I'd like to do it." I was delighted.

She sent me the studio's address and asked me to meet her on the set on Monday. I had to wait two more days to meet Gal in person. Not only did I get a role bigger than playing a corpse, but I also got a chance to meet and work with Gal Gadot.

I spent the entire weekend jerking to Gal Gadot. My whole living room was covered with tissues.

I went to the studio wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans. She mailed me a pass that would let the guards know that I was there to meet her. I chatted with a few people once I arrived on set. Finally, one of the assistant directors, who was nice enough, gave me a drive to Gal Gadot's caravan.

He walked in and spoke with her for a few moments before returning to inform me that I may now enter. As I entered the trailer, I adjusted my shirt. I wanted to appear flawless. And then I saw Gal Gadot. She was sitting on the chair, wearing a full-length oversized black coat. Some young lady was applying makeup to her.

"One second, Eric," she said looking in the mirror. "Please take a seat."

I sat and waited for a few moments. And then the girl finished her task and exited the trailer in a flash. I was once again left alone with Gal Gadot. But this time, she was there, flesh and blood, in front of me.

She smiled as she walked up to me, still dressed in a big suit. That way, her outfit underneath the suit wouldn't be ruined, I reasoned. She extended her hand to shake mine. For a brief second, I felt her soft hands in mine. It was a firm handshake. She was a confident woman.

She apologized once more for not hiring me. I assured her that everything was fine.

"Thank you for the offer," I replied.

"It's the very least I can do. It's not much," she admitted.

"However, something is better than nothing," I joked and added, "I got to work with Gal Gadot. It's bigger than anything."

She chuckled.

"You have a lovely smile," I exclaimed. I was afraid she'd take it the wrong way and kick me out of the trailer.

But she bit her lower lip seductively and said, "Thank you," with a larger smile.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a 50-year-old man wearing a hat walked in with a cigarette in his mouth, mumbled, "This is the guy?"

"He is," Gal replied.

I assumed he was the ad's director.

"Show me that ass," the guy demanded.

I was taken aback and stood there speechless. For a split second, I thought he was after Gal's ass. But he was still staring at me.

"Wha... what?" I stuttered.

"Come on, champ. We don't have the entire day. It's a commercial for jeans." He clarified.

Gal just stood there, trying not to smile.

I turned around, lifted my shirt a little higher, and showed him my ass. It was extremely awkward.

"Perfect," the man said.

"Have you ever performed in front of a camera before?" He inquired further.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"So, do you need any rehearsal for taking a girl's pants off, or have you had some practice before?" The man inquired.

Gal Gadot burst out laughing. This guy was mocking me the entire time he was in the trailer. I had no idea why the man wanted me to remove a girl's pants. But I figured it was a commercial for jeans. So, of course, they had to sexualize it to sell their product.

"Yeah," I said nervously. "I know how to do it."

"Great. Go with him. Put on some makeup. Get ready and come see me in 30 minutes. Then we'll start shooting."

I nodded.

He and his assistant exited the trailer.

"I am sorry. He always makes things awkward." Gal apologized once more.

"You don't have to apologize for everything," I said, smiling. "So, I guess I'll meet you in 30 minutes," I added.

I exited the trailer and followed one of the assistants. They put some make-up on me and they just handed me a pair of jeans. They didn't give me any shirts. Fortunately, all of those gym workouts were finally paying off. I got to show it off in front of Gal. Since I figured I'd be working with Gal Gadot without a shirt on, I started getting erections in those tight new jeans.

I arrived on time. It was a closed set. The crew consisted of only a few people. Gal Gadot finally arrived. She was still dressed in her large suit. I just sat there for a few minutes while the director spoke with her alone. Then he went to talk with his crewmates.

Gal smiled at me and then took off her suit. My heart skipped a beat. She was only wearing a grey bra and blue jeans. She handed her big suit to the assistant. They soon began shooting. Although it was a commercial for jeans, it felt like a pornographic shoot. The majority of the shots were centered on her butts.

Finally, the director called me. I tried to distract my thoughts to get rid of my erection. He asked me to stand next to her and strike a few poses. I nodded and stood next to her. Despite the fact that she was barefoot, she seemed at least an inch taller than me.

We posed briefly facing the camera before the director asked us to turn around and face each other. I posed, grabbing her waist but Gal placed her hand on my bare chest. I convinced myself that she wasn't hitting on me. She was simply doing her job.

The director then made me hug her from behind while we posed. I thought I was going to die. Because I could feel her soft butt cheeks squeezing against my dick. She must have sensed my erection at this point. But I got the impression she pushed herself back a little, rubbing on my dick.

She glanced around to smile at me once we got the shot, and then she moved on to adjust her makeup.

The director returned and instructed me to get down on my knees and pull her pants down for the next shot. He claimed it would show them how smooth and easy it was to take off their jeans. I thought that was bullshit. But, I wasn't gonna say no to taking off Gal Gadot's pants. When I looked at Gal, she was busy adjusting her hair in front of the mirror.

Even though I freaked out, I didn't say anything and embarrass myself in front of Gal, ruining the chance of a lifetime. So I got down on my knees. The crew was ready to go once more. Gal was standing in front of me. I nervously looked up at her. She simply smiled and nodded at me.

When the director shouted action, I put my hands directly above her buttocks and yanked them down to her knees. I was careful not to pull her panties down by accident. But, thankfully, I got it right the first time.

At this point, I couldn't tell if it was a commercial for jeans or Gal Gadot's ass.

Gal stood up and put on her pants again. Now he returned and told Gal to do the same to me before departing.

She got down on her knees, in front of me. She looked up at me and said, "Try not to get a boner."

I chuckled nervously.

"Just messing," she replied seductively.

My dick was hardening as I looked down at Gal Gadot on her knees. I was doing everything to not get a boner. She looked up at me as they began shooting, biting her lips seductively as she pulled my pants down and buried her face on my thighs. I shivered with delight, but thankfully the director yelled cut.

The rest of the day flew by. They took a couple more shots of us rubbing each other's jeans. I got lucky enough to feel Gal's right buttock cheek at one point. They were softer and more of a handful than I had anticipated.

I put on my clothes again. Gal asked me to meet her in the trailer again.

She was dressed in a pleated skirt and a tucked-in white shirt when I entered her trailer.

"Did you have a good time?" she said.

"Yeah. Thanks for helping me," I said.

"It's fine." She gave a response.

"So..." She nervously chuckled and continued, "The shoot ended early. My children and husband were at the carnival. It would be boring to stay at home alone. So, do you want to accompany me somewhere else?"

I wanted to pinch myself to see if she had simply requested that we go somewhere else.

"Yeah sure. Do you have any place in mind? Because, the paparazzi would eat you alive if I took you to where I'd go," I joked.

She giggled and bit her lower lip. I wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose. But staring at her unconsciously biting her bottom lip was driving me insane.

"Yeah. You're right. But how about your home? Or is there a girlfriend waiting for you at your house?" She laughed.

"Nah. She won't mind. She knows three is not a crowd," I blurted out.

For a split second, I thought I had offended her with my sexual joke. But she just laughed and smacked me on the head with her purse. I was relieved.

Then I drove her to the building where I lived. People stared at her as they walked past her. However, no one expected Gal Gadot to be in this place with a man. With the help of a hat and her purse, she was able to disguise her face.

When we entered the living room, I discovered that I had left the tissues I had used to clean off my cum on the floor near the couch. Gal noticed it and came to a halt. I raced to get it and I apologized as I snatched it and tossed it in the trash.

"You have a pretty nice home," She complimented.

"Thank you."

We had a good time discussing how she got a break because of her role as Wonder Woman. We were both bored and ended up playing truth or dare at one point.

"Truth or dare?" She asked.

"Truth."

"Ugh. You are boring," She complained.

I chuckled.

"So, those tissues. Is that what I think it was?" Gal asked naively.

"Umm... yeah," I stammered.

"Did you jerk off thinking about me?" she licked her lower lips. "Because you couldn't keep your erection under control throughout the shoot?"

She locked her gaze on mine, and I couldn't respond. I was getting nervous and finally managed to say, "You... You can only ask one question at a time. It was my turn."

"Fine," she said with a sigh.

"Truth or dare?" I inquired.

"Dare," she replied.

My dick started throbbing in my pants. We'd been playing it for a while, and this was the first time she chose dare. I could dare Gal to do anything. But I wanted to see how far she would go before moving on to a bigger target.

"I dare you to..." with a grin, I added, "Give me a hickey."

She smiled and smacked me on the shoulder.

"You know, you are getting naughty, Forman." She giggled.

I was relieved she was as enthusiastic about it as I was.

"Alright. Where do you want it?" She questioned.

I exposed my neck to her. Gal crawled up to me and placed her hands against my chest. She bent down and bit a little harder to give me a hickey.

"Are you going to tell your buddies that Gal Gadot gave it to you?"

"Nah. It's for me."

"Yeah. I believe you." She said sarcastically.

"Truth or dare?" She asked further.

"Truth," I said once again.

"Pussy," she joked.

"So answer my previous question. Did you jerk off to me?" Gal questioned.

I nodded, a little hesitantly.

"You're really a naughty boy, Eric Forman." She giggled.

"Truth or dare?" I challenged her.

"Truth. It wasn't fair that I was the only one who was daring. So I wouldn't dare until you do." She yelled jokingly.

"You can't blackmail me into picking a dare." I stood up for myself.

She shrugged.

"Fine," I said. "I'll do it next time."

"Ask me," Gal said.

I drew my guts and asked Gal, "I know. During the shoot, I had a boner. How about you? Were you turned on as well?"

"You're terrible at flirting. You can't ask a girl if she's horny?" Gal yelled, laughing.

I burst out laughing. She finally nodded and confessed she was turned on as well.

For a second, I thought. Would she stop me if I moved forward to kiss her?

But when she questioned, "Dare or dare?" I snapped back to reality.

"Dare," I responded with a chuckle.

"Show me how you did it?" Gal asked me.

"Show you what?" I exclaimed, startled.

"Show me how you jerked off for me," she urged.

"Are you serious?" I inquired.

She nodded, fiddling with her hair.

I couldn't believe it. Gal Gadot just asked me to show her how I masturbated to her. I stood up and took off my t-shirt and then I tossed it on the floor. I took off my pants and sat on the edge of the couch. I took a deep breath and yanked my hard dick out of my boxers.

Gal sat on the other end of the couch, still fiddling with her hair and staring at my dick.

"Go on," She said.

I licked my lower lip and began stroking my dick while watching her.

"Is this how you did it?" she inquired.

"I jerked off seeing your pictures," I responded.

"Show me."

I was taken aback. However, I went to my bedroom to retrieve my laptop and set it on the table. I searched for 'Gal Gadot hot.'

Gal sat next to me, staring at my laptop screen. It came up with many pictures of her boobs and ass. I clicked on one of the photos, which showed her ass in a bikini.