The Interview

Slowly but surely, Tom was getting tired.

He had been standing right at the barrier near the red carpet for the Lawrence Olivier Awards nearly 3 hours now, and he was counting down the last minutes before the show was supposed to finally start. It was his first time doing this up to this point - most of his job was to write articles from the comfort of either his flat or the office. However, since their usual correspondent was down with a case of food poisoning, he was chosen as the one to replace him. And so he now stood,a microphone connected to a recorder in his hand, with a camera pinned to his collar, allowing him to videotape every interview he managed to squeeze in. He had already managed to talk to a few higher profile stars like Sophie Rundle and Hayley Atwell, the interviews flowing pretty smoothly even with his lack of experience. He could already hear the rumble of the crowd grow louder and louder as another star moved along the red carpet. He craned his neck, noticing who was approaching, feeling his hand jitter from excitement.

It was Gemma Arterton, his number one celebrity crush ever since he saw her play Strawberry Fields in Quantum of Solace. He had followed her career pretty closely since, even writing a positive review of one of her more recent works - Gemma Bovery (the fact she was involved in a sex scene making the viewing even better). Right now, she was approaching him - her black dress giving him a very good view of her spectacular cleavage and big, full breasts. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the interview and trying to ignore the feeling of his cock getting hard in his pants. He smiled, looking at her as she suddenly caught him in her eye, returning a glowing smile of her own.

"Hello, Miss Arterton!" Tom shouted as she moved in closer, pushing his microphone a bit closer to her lips. "How are you doing today?."

"Very fine, thank you." She replied, a warm smile decorating her lips. "And good evening to you too."

"To you too as well." He spoke, feeling his hands sweat, voice wobbling a little. Here she was, the woman of his dreams, just inches away and looking like a Greek goddess. "Excited?"

"Oh, for sure. So glad to be here." She replied, her voice smooth and warm. "Thrilled, actually. I've always loved being invited here, always nice to meet all those lovely, talented people. And I'm very proud to be representing Hampstead and "A View From the Bridge". We've all poured our hearts out to make that play special and let's hope the Society has seen that as well."

"Of course. And you do look dashing, by the way. Quite the wonderful outfit you have there." Tom spoke before even thinking, biting on his tongue right after he spoke. She didn't seem to mind, though.

"Oh thank you, you're looking quite good yourself." She replied, giving him a little twirl. "And yes it's quite alright. Just a dress, but I'm very happy with it."

"Aren't you worried it might... malfunction? It's quite... daring, to say the least." Tom spoke, a wide smile decorating his face as Gemma laughed. He noted to himself how he relaxed more and more, entranced by Gemma's energy.

"Oh, it will be fine. And if it happens, it happens. But there is a lot of tape involved, I can tell you, so fingers crossed it holds." She replied, Tom leaning in a bit more. Unseen to him, Gemma's gaze shifted down before returning back up, a visible smirk decorating her face.

"The necklace is very beautiful as well." Tom continued, not noticing the shift. "There's something written on it..." he spoke, leaning forward even more, trying to decipher the writing as Gemma held the necklace. He squinted, however the writing was so small and flowery he couldn't decipher it. "...I can't read that, sorry."

"Ah, no matter." Gemma replied, waving her hand. "It's poetry, if anything. Might be even complete nonsense."

"No problem, moving back to a more serious topic, how do you think did the play challenge or change you as an actor?" Tom spoke, finally thinking with his brain instead of with his cock.

"I'd say it had a big impact on me. It's one of the classics where people come in with set expectations, but the beautiful thing was we set out with a mission of sorts..." She spoke, letting her hand run through her hair and Tom listened, entranced. ".. to show we can take a classic work like that and we can update it in a way that still makes it relevant. We worked hard, all of the cast and all of the crew, and I really hope this gets recognized, but that remains to be seen." She finished, right as another woman came up to her, whispering something into her ear.

"Oh, sorry, I have to go now." Gemma spoke, her tone apologetic. "It was very lovely to meet you."

"Lovely to meet you too, thank you so much for your time. Have a wonderful evening." He spoke as she walked away, waving him a goodbye. He looked on, watching her walk away as he suddenly felt his phone buzz in his trouser pocket. He quickly pulled it out, noticing it was his boss - Suzy Stone.

"Hello?" He spoke, shouting over the crowd.

"Tom, it's me, Suzy." She spoke, tone neutral. "Are you still at the awards?"

"Yes, they're moving in now, it's starting soon." He replied, moving away from the barrier as the people started to move either away from the venue or moving inside.

"Good. Get back to the office, we need the footage to go online. Mark is already inside, he'll handle the awards themselves." She spoke, her tone leaving no room for discussion.

"Right. On my way. See you there." He replied, hanging up and starting to move to the Tube station.

It was already dark as Tom exited the office. After leaving the equipment with the guys responsible for video editing, he chatted a moment with Suzy, confirming he'd have time off for the next day as well as the rest of the evening. Soon, he was back in his flat, laying on the sofa with a cold beer in his hand, tired, but satisfied. After polishing off the bottle and taking a long-awaited shower, he crashed onto the bed, falling asleep quickly.

The sound of his phone ringing was the first thing Tom noticed as he stirred awake from his sleep. The sun was already up, peeking through the blinds as he moved himself up to rest on his elbows, squinting and blinking a few times. The phone rang on and on as he quickly grabbed it and swiped at the screen.

"Hello?" He mumbled into the microphone, still not quite awake yet.

"Tom, it's me, Suzy..."

The sound of her voice made his heart stop for a short while. Her phoning in on a day off usually didn't mean much good was about to happen.

"... I know you're supposed to stay home today, but could you please swing by the office as soon as you can? There's something I need to tell you."

"Am I in trouble?" He replied, voice eerily quiet and reserved. "Is it about yesterday, I... I'm..."

"No, not at all... everything is fine, more than fine, actually. Just need to talk to you. Don't worry, you're still with us."

"I'll be there. Give me half an hour." He replied, relief spreading through his body.

"Great, see you then. Bye, Tom!"

"Bye, Suzy."

The ride on the Tube passed by quicker than usual, and soon enough Tom was moving through the main office space. He exchanged a few greetings, noticing some people smirking at him or observing him with quite the amused looks on their faces.He smiled lightly himself as he finally reached Suzy's office. Fortunately for him, she was alone, so after a quick knock he peeked the door.

"Hello. Made it as fast as I could." He spoke, keeping the tone neutral for now.

"Come on in, then." She replied as Tom then moved into the office, the door closing behind him as Suzy pressed the switch to close the blinds.

"So... yesterday, at the awards," she spoke, Tom swearing he could notice her eyes twinkling. "You did a very good job for a first time like that."

"Thank you. I tried." Tom replied. "It was easier than I thought it would be, though I got some good material."

"You did. The traffic on your interviews after we posted them online was quite good..." She spoke, before suddenly grinning. "... but there was one in particular that seems to have struck a chord."

Tom didn't reply, waiting to see if Suzy had anything to add. Instead of continuing, she quickly typed something into her laptop, before turning it so that Tom could see the screen. He recognized the setting immediately - it was just before he interviewed Gemma.

"Just so you know, this has triple the amount of hits than the others. Guess why.." Suzy then spoke, pressing the play button. Tom didn't respond at first, watching the footage. Suddenly, he noticed how the camera moved forward... practically diving right into Gemma's cleavage. Tom could already feel his cheeks heat up from embarrassment, as the camera gave everyone watching a very close-up view of Gemma Arterton's sizable bosom.

"Oh God..." He whispered, covering his mouth with his hands as he noticed Suzy smirking at him. "I... I didn't know..."

"I know, Mark explained it to me already. Now, if I hadn't known this was accidental, you'd be straight on the chopping block." Suzy spoke, her tone again shifting back to neutral. "But, all things considered, the response was... fairly interesting."

"What do you mean?" Tom asked, still embarrassed, but now at least curious.

"Well, I was expecting a full-on catastrophe, fights and all but... people are mostly making fun of it. And I don't blame them, same as I wouldn't blame teenage boys for wanking themselves off looking at it." She continued, now really grinning wide. "However, we had a request come in that concerns you."

Tom didn't respond, opting to just give his best "What is it, then?" face to her. She seemed to pick up on it as she then spoke again.

"Miss Arterton would like to give a full interview to you. In person, face to face, only you and her, no cameras or photoshoots." She spoke, tilting her head to the side. "What do you say?"

To say the offer stunned him would be to understate things greatly. There he was, going from pure embarrassment to joy, hearing one of his celebrity crushes wanted to give him an interview. He felt a wave of excitement wash through him as he then cleared his throat.

"Of course. I'll take her up on that offer." He replied, not being able to mask his excitement. Suzy did seem to catch it as she smiled.

"Great. I'll pass it down and we'll find a date that suits you both." She spoke, standing up from behind her desk as Tom followed her lead. "That will be all."

"Thank you, Mrs. Stone." Tom spoke. "Have a nice day."

"Nice day to you too." She replied as he left her office, unable to hide the wide, dumb grin decorating his face.

Tom took a deep breath as he walked up to the main door. After a few back and forths, the paper finally managed to arrange for the interview to take place. Gemma was the one to pick the place - her own home, which Tom found interesting. Usually, they'd pick some more "middle ground" sort-of location, but who would he be to complain. After arranging the term, he spent most of his days leading up preparing himself - both mentally and physically. He was quite fit already, but a fresh haircut, a full beard trim and some new cologne did make him feel far fresher than usual. He did actually catch himself once thinking that he was preparing for his meeting with Gemma as if it was a date and not a work assignment. And, considering he has been single for almost a full year now, it made some degree of sense.

Those thoughts did dissipate the moment he pressed the intercom button. He waited, taking a look at the very nice house Gemma's flat was in. Hailing from Hackney, Tom didn't visit Chelsea much, mostly coasting on his view of the borough as being filled with rich snobs. The sudden crackle of the intercom refocused his attention.

"Hello?" Even through the intercom, Gemma's voice was clearly recognizable.

"It's Thomas Jones of the Guardian, we were supposed to have an interview.." He replied, subconsciously running his hand through his hair.

"Oh, alright. Second floor." She replied, the sound of the buzzer following. Tom moved inside, moving up the spotless staircase right up to the door. As he approached, he heard the lock click open as the door then swung open.

"Hello there, Tom. May I call you that?" Gemma spoke as Tom smiled. He noticed her more casual outfit - a simple white blouse and a pair of jeans, before focusing back on her face - her lips in a full smile, her brown eyes full of excitement.

"Of course. I... guess I can call you Gemma, then?" He replied as he stopped right at the door. "May I come in?"

"Yes and please." She replied, letting the door swing open and turning around. The move helped Tom realize her jeans were much tighter than he first thought as she walked back into her spacious flat, hips swaying seductively with every step. He quickly closed the door, leaving his jacket and shoes at the coat hanger. As he moved into the tastefully decorated living room, he heard Gemma's wonderful voice again.

"Something to drink?"

"Water will be just fine." He replied, turning around to notice her leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on her lips as she bit her lip.

"Alright." She replied, moving away from the frame. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."

He did as he was told. He sat down in the comfortable armchair, before laying the recorder on the coffee table. He swiped his phone, bringing up the questions and notes he prepared in advance. He scrolled through them, focusing on how to let the interview flow and what to ask first to set the mood and framework. He was so focused on preparations he didn't hear Gemma's feet padding against the floorboards as she went in.

"Your water, Tom, just as you wanted."

The sound of her voice made him turn his head away from his phone to face her. The view almost made him gasp out loud - somehow, Gemma managed to get changed. And the dress she was now wearing was exactly the same as the one at the awards show;the tight fitting black number with a wide and deep neckline practically presenting her cleavage on a silver platter. He noticed how she also had the same hairdo as the last time, before even noting she had both a glass of water and a glass of red wine in her hands. She moved towards him, bending down as she set the glass of the table, giving him quite the view as she then moved to sit opposite him, taking a sip of the wine.

"Cat got your tongue, Tom? Didn't mum tell you to say thank you?" Gemma spoke, her tone seemingly stern, but Tom could see by the satisfied smirk on her face she didn't mean it.

"Well, thank you very much, Gemma." He replied, taking a sip. "I was just surprised you got changed. I'm not that special.." he finished with a sarcastic chuckle.

"I see... I mean, you did seem to enjoy seeing me in it on the red carpet." She replied, taking a sip of the wine herself, a smile never leaving her face.

"What can I say...you're a beautiful woman." He spoke, tone sincere. Gemma angled her head to the side, her brown eyes looking right at him.

"Thank you." She replied, a quiet laugh suddenly leaving her lips. "Just so you know, I did see the video. Short but sweet..."

Tom could actually feel his cheeks heat up, He coughed, clearing his throat.

"I didn't know where the camera was pointing, I didn't mean to.. Point it where it pointed." He replied, tone apologetic as Gemma kept watching him intently.

"Mhm." She emoted, taking another sip of the wine as her smirk widened. "Although it did make for a... memorable video, I guess."

"Depends on how you look at it." Tom replied, a little smile now tugging at his lips as well.

"Especially since it was your first time doing this sort of thing, wasn't it? Your face seemed... new to me, somehow." She continued, her glass now almost empty.

"It was, actually. Had to fill in." Tom supplied, taking a swig of his water. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Although I don't think I could do it for the rest of my life."

"And why would that be?" She asked, setting the glass on the table. "You seem sweet and easy-going enough."

"Then I'm almost as good of an actor as you are." Tom chuckled, words again travelling faster than his filter. "There's a reason why you're my favourite." He stopped himself, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks again. Gemma didn't seem to mind, her smirk widening.

"Oh, am I?" She spoke, practically purring, Tom suddenly feeling his cock pulse in his pants. He ignored it for now, focusing on answering her question.

"Yes. Ever since Quantum of Solace." He replied, feeling his heartbeat get louder. "After that I just... uhm..."

"Had an awakening, of sorts?" She spoke, suddenly standing up. "I loved that role, if I'm honest. So much fun." She spoke, as she sauntered towards him, hips swaying seductively.

"You could say so." He replied, feeling his throat dry as he looked at her figure, feeling his cock harden even more.

"So tell me... Tom..." She spoke as she then sat sideways on the arm rest, still looking deep into his eyes with a radiant smile on her face. "Do I arouse you?"

"What?" He replied almost immediately, surprised, as a giggle left her lips in response.

"Do I make your cock hard when you think of me, Tom?" She continued, her voice a sultry and seductive whisper as he felt her arm against his, the contact making his cock pulse. As he understood the situation he now was in, he turned his head to look her right in the eye.

"Yes." He replied, before continuing, feeling his cock press against his underwear. "Rock hard."

"Show me, then." She spoke, her hand now drifting towards his crotch. The directness of her words stunned him for a second before he followed her command. His hands jittered a little as he pulled the zipper and undid the button of his trousers, pushing his hips up to pull them down alongside his underwear and socks and kick them off to the side. He could hear a faint gasp leave her lips as he bared his cock to her, rock hard, with a bead of precum decorating the tip.

"Mmm, did I do that to you? Very nice." She replied as her hand then wrapped around the thick shaft. Tom moaned, feeling himself harden even more as she gave him a slow stroke. "This will do very nicely indeed." She added, before she suddenly stood back up. Tom watched as she let the shoulder straps of the dress fall and then pulled at the material, the dress sliding down to reveal she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Tom gasped, grasping his manhood and giving it a quick stroke as he followed her movements, his gaze shifting from her breasts to her hips and crotch and then down her legs.

"Fuck, Gemma, you're perfect." He gasped out as she giggled, moving to straddle him on the armchair. She gasped as she sat down, Tom feeling her pussy right against his cock.

"You're pretty handsome yourself, you know." She spoke, before moving her head down, kissing him. The feeling of her soft lips on his was divine as Tom reciprocated, maybe a little rusty but passionate and eager. Their lips and tongues moved as they kissed, both of them moaning into each others' mouths as Tom felt Gemma's hands grab at his shirt. He wasn't idle either, his hands fist settling on her hips before sliding upwards, cupping her full, soft breasts as she gasped into his mouth, breaking the kiss.

"Oh, I thought so." She moaned as Tom's fingers brushed against her nipples. "I bet you dreamed of touching my tits all the time."

"Yeah." He replied, giving them a little squeeze, the size of them making them overflow his hands. "Fuck... so big..."

Gemma giggled in response as he then moved up, pressing a suckling kiss to the soft skin. Gemma fist gasped, and then moaned as his lips moved to her rosy nipples, Tom feeling them harden as his fingers sank into the soft flesh of her massive tits. He then gave the nipple a hard suckle, the feeling of Gemma's tits in his hands and her hips grinding against his making him harder than ever before.