"Vi?"
The sound of the whiny, high-pitched of my boss causes me to instantly spin to the source where a very unhappy woman is frowning at me.
"Is that what you're wearing tonight?" The tone of her words is enough to know the answer should be no but I have no other ideas and quite frankly don't care enough- after all, my job is to interview not impress.
"Um, yeah," I eventually muster up and try to focus my gaze anywhere but her reddening face.
Truthfully, I don't see the problem with my attire being that it's very business chic. But as I stare into the mirror at my red maltese circle a-line skirt with a white shirt delicately tucked in and blue polka dot blazer to complete the look, I only notice her brows furrowed so far that it appears she'll leave permanent marks.
"Violet," she begins with a drawn out, over dramatic sigh, "you're going to be interviewing celebrities tonight-on the red carpet! You look fine if you'd be working here but tonight is the Golden Globes!"
Each word is coated with venomous sting of her pitch. Clearly my boss isn't pleased with my outfit choice and could be considering taking me off the job, which would ruin my chances at making it big as a reporter.
However, when she looks through a rack of dresses, my mood changes.
"Here," she grits after shoving a dress my way. "You are wearing this."
As she shows me to a fitting room I admire the expensive clothing and silently thank her for her good style.
Upon slipping out of my offensive outfit, I begin to step into the gown, which I soon find out isn't a gown after all.
In fact, it's actually a skirt and top. The bottom is a tangerine, voluminous maxi skirt that flows from my waist to millimeters above the ground, perfectly.
The shirt is a bit more complicated to wear since its tiny. It's almost like the baby doll, bib style. Once the white, crop top is on, barely covering my back and not enough cloth to allow a bra to be worn, I admire how the fabric fits all of my curves and do enjoy the high neckline.
I even wonder how much it all costs but lose interest once I see my full reflection and twirl a few times.
"Let's go, Violet! Hair and makeup is waiting!"
And at the click of her heel, or fingers, two people have whisked me away to the wonderful retreat of pampering.
Finally, an hour later, they've finished with me, and now it's my turn to gawk. The mirror shows that my long locks have been put into a large bun with a few wisps of hair curled at the side. And the dangling gold earrings attached my ears compliment my pale, slender neck; I can't imagine myself looking any better- that is until I glance at my eyes.
The once boring and routine make up has been replaced with a cat eye look and peach colored lipstick. Although everything looks simple, I still feel magnificent and gorgeous.
After receiving the approval from my boss, one of the producers escorts me to the van where I'll be transported to the award show.
"Relax and remember most of the people are nice," the young woman begins and already is annoying me. I've been over this hundreds of times with my boss, co-workers, and self. "If you feel uncomfortable just take a deep breath and count to three. I know I gave you the list of who to interview but I also need you to add some of the cast of AHS since the theme of the next season is releasing in a week. So, Jessica Lange, Sarah Paulson, Tate Langdon, Zachary Quinton, and the director if he's there. Okay?"
I nod my head but only caught the last part since she tends to ramble.
Finally, I'm being pushed into the company van where I'm forced to sit next to my snobby co-worker, and we even eventually discuss interviewing celebrities
"I can't believe you get to interview Dylan O'Brien!" I squeal while trying to keep my cool.
He's definitely one of my favorite actors because he's actually talented and super hot.
"Yeah, well you get to interview Tate Langdon! He's so dreamy with his blonde waves and charcoal eyes! I'd give anything to speak with that god," the overly whiny girl says while dragging out each word and ending it with a pout.
However, I grin at her envy because she's always trying to one up me, but looks like tonight I've won.
Yet, she doesn't give up. "We can trade if you want? I do Tate, you do Dylan?"
Her pathetic pleas only cause me to chuckle. There's no way I'm letting this one go! It could push my career to the place I need to be and no matter how attractive Dylan is. I won't give in to that bitch's request.
"No way! Tate is mine today," I object and lightly hit her arm to imply it's all in good fun but truthfully want to punch her in the face.
Of course, she scoffs and rolls her eyes back at me but she doesn't faze me. I'm about to interview some of the most talked about celebrities from the greatest movie to be released!
"Whatever," she begins and pops her gum- her signature. "Hopefully I can persuade Dylan to give me his number."
Her desire is almost hysterical because there's no way a celebrity, a hot one at that, would go for a money hungry, clown make up wearing, bimbo like herself.
So instead of hearing her babble on and on about how she'll get his number, I shove my headphones in and hum along to the song until we reach the destination.
Fifteen minutes later the car halts and that's our cue to get out. So when one of the crewmen is guiding me with a bulky camera I become instantly nervous.
"You ready?" The tall, young man asks with a raspy voice.
I haven't noticed he's set up and even has a microphone in his hand for me since I've been preoccupied with repeating my questions in my head. He licks his rough lips at me and I try to ignore the gag feeling I have.
"Yeah. Ready as I'll ever be."
Once the music begins to play lightly in the background and a few C-list celebrities arrive, I start to exhale while trying to crack my neck and taking deep breaths.
The important people will be arriving in just a few minutes, so I do one last make up and hair check before standing in position to begin interviews.
The sound of fans screaming indicates someone famous has arrived so I try to peek and spot Brad and Angelina, but of course E! news snags them before I can even try to get their attention.
So instead I grab Justin Timberlake and do a quick interview to waste some time.
After a long hour of pointless conversations and fake compliments, I finally notice the last group I need: American Horror Story.
So, when I snag Sarah and Jessica at the same time I think it's a miracle.
I ask them questions about season two in hopes they'll slip, but they tell me the same as everyone else: it's called Freakshow and Sarah will be double trouble.
After getting through that painfully boring conversation I spot Zachary, and we actually have an amazing talk. He's just the sweetest person and even compliments me!
Luckily, I also find Ryan, so we can discuss season one: Asylum.
The two and I talk about the second season titled Freakshow, and Ryan actually releases a new piece of information, which will totally give me a bonus.
Then, as I lose hope for finding Tate Langdon, the most attractive person I've ever laid eyes on walks up to Ryan.
He looks me up and down and flashes a devilish grin, which causes me to swoon and my knees to buckle, but thankfully I keep my composure so I don't mess this up and look like a fan-girl.
Truthfully, I've only watched the show twice, being that I'm so busy, but I do recall noticing that Tate is cute, but this isn't cute- no it's gorgeous, godly even!
Luckily for me, Ryan and Zachary quickly excuse themselves, leaving me alone with the alluring man.
"H-hi, I have some questions for you Mr. Langdon." I manage to blurt out, feeling like an idiot.
I've never been nervous around celebrities, no matter how gorgeous, but this man is sparking new emotions.
He looks at me with his darting, soot eyes and nods his head.
Exhaling a bit too loudly, I begin. "Okay, well first of all since we've found the awful fate of your wives, who would you chose to save during season one? Alma or Grace- or none at all?"
He licks his thick, fluffy, raspberry colored lips and looks at my dress again.
"Grace. She was troubled but she brought something out in Kit that no one could. She essentially saved his life. Plus that French tongue is wild!"
His last statement nearly causes me to choke but luckily I control myself and let out a light chuckle.
"How sweet. Is there anything new about season two you can share?" I ask with my best pout and widen my whiskey colored doe-eyes.
"As you know, it will be a surprise, but I am signed on for it, sweet thing."
The disappointment of his tight lips soon washes away when the pet name rolls off his tongue. Thee Tate Langdon called me sweet thing and even winked my way.
This dress must have super powers because everyone is giving me extra attention tonight.
After all the basic questions that I was forced to memorize, I realize that he still wants to engage in conversation so I search my mind for unique inquiries so I don't appear like some machine only spitting pointless questions.
"I know you're nearly done with filming a new movie, which seems super rad if I may add." I silently chuckle at my unintentional rhyme and catch a smirk grow on Tate's face as well.
"It's called the Lazarus Effect, correct? Is there anything you can tell us?"
"Wow," He breathes out, ignoring my question entirely.
"Wha-" I ask while fixing my dress and turning around to see if his on-again off-again, currently off, girlfriend has arrived, but there's no one around.
"You're the first person to ask me about something other than American Horror Story," he announces with a child-like smile.
The statement immediately causes me to blush and look down since I'm unsure if that's a good thing or just shocking.
Before starting up again, he places his palm on my wrist. "I'm so glad," he whispers with a half-smile.
"Well, I can tell you that it will be bizarre but very realistic. My character is smart but a total ass. His death is very ironic. Oh shit- I just revealed I die."
He and I chuckle simultaneously, but only my breath hitches when he places his hand on my mostly bare shoulder while I hold the microphone closer to him.
"I'll still see it! From what I hear, it's really unique and thrilling."
He nods and smiles before giving my deltoid one last squeeze.
"Anyways," I let out before clearing my throat, "I have a last question, Tate."
His smile fades to an exaggerated pout, but when my cheeks turn scarlet, he nudges me and allows his lips to curve upward, revealing his trademark dimples for the nth time tonight.
Before speaking, I study his face and realize it's more perfect up close. With his newly golden locks and perfectly plump and pink lips it's hard to decipher his best feature. But many would argue that his eyes, so dark that the pupil and iris are barely distinguishable, are the most alluring part of him. However, I disagree and stand by my opinion that his smile, in all its glory, is by far his best feature.
Yet tonight, it wouldn't be easy to pick a favorite because he looks so gorgeous with his tresses wildly messy and body stuffed in a navy suit.
"Are you okay?" His deep voice interrupts my concentration on his physique.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry, it must be from standing all day," I lie while straightening my back and pushing nonexistent hairs behind my ear.
"Well-"
He pauses and furrows his brows, which confuses me once again. This man is too hard to read.
"I never got your name. I don't know what to call you, besides beautiful."
This time, with his obvious display of attraction to me, I don't try hide my smile.
"It's Violet," I say through a giggle.
I know my cheeks are burning with all my blood flushing them, but I don't care. Tate is making me feel important and beautiful, so I'll give in, only for tonight.
"Ravishing," he coos, as if he couldn't become more wondrous.
However, I know my boss isn't appreciating the flirting, so I come up with a filler question until I can pull myself together.
"What are you looking forward to doing in the future?"
Once the sentence leaves my mouth I instantly reprimand myself for the lame-ness. But truthfully, I can't think straight since the discovery of his attraction towards me.
Expecting a basic 'settled with kids and a wife' answer I prepare for a witty come back. However, when he smirks, grins, and clears his throat, I have a feeling that it's not going to be so typical.
"You," is all he utters before chuckling.
His word causes me to cough on the air I sucked in seconds earlier.
The fact that this is live only adds to me anxiety. So naturally I begin to wobble in my five-inch heels and back up slightly in attempts to break the daze.
With the bug eye stare from the cameraman, I know I have to recover ASAP.
"D-do you see yourself getting married soon? Having children? Doing more movies? Tell us your next move, Mr. Langdon!"
"Violet, can we stop rolling?" he asks in hushed tone, eyeing me and then the crewmember.
"Seems Tate is late for the award show, so that's all we have for tonight. Thank you for your time, Mr. Langdon. We look forward to watching you on American Horror Story and in your new debut film: The Lazarus Effect."
Once the cameraman nods I exhale. Finally done with my work today- or so I thought.
"Violet? I want to talk one-on-one. So feel free to ask any of your itching questions."
The tone of his voice is smooth and deep, like dark roasted coffee. But his skin is milky and almost glimmering in the dull light.
With a loud gulp, I start rack my brain for the perfect question that will land me a promotion.
"What's the plot of Freakshow? More importantly, what's your character like?"
A sly smile creeps on his smug face, as he knows I won't give up easily.
After a chuckle he starts, "Not letting go of that one, eh?"
In response I vigorously shake my head and allow a soft smile to take over my lips.
"I can't tell ya that exactly but I can say that my character has a special... deformity that works to his advantage."
I crinkle my forehead at the vague statement as I try to figure out what he me means.
"And, I would love to show you how," he adds with a wink.
"What's the deformity?" I ask boldly but then hush myself because he could get in serious trouble for leaking this information.
"I'm glad you asked, Vi."
The sound of my nickname leaving his velvety lips is almost enough for me to hop into his arms but my surroundings bring me back to reality and force me to inhale sharply when the sound of his deep voice.
"You see my character looks normal-no, hot, that is until you see his hands."
Still utterly bewildered, I squint my eyes in hopes of understanding.
However, it's only when he grabs my wrist to demonstrate that I fully comprehend what he means.
"These two..." he mumbles while grasping my pointer and middle finger together, "are conjoined. And the other two," he pinches the ring and pinkie finger creating a mutant hand, "are also conjoined. Leaving to large fingers. Perfect for... helping others out."
The insinuation of his last line nearly causes me to faint since thee Tate Langdon is basically offering sexual acts to me.
Of course, before I can come up with anything witty to say, Tate leans in close enough so I can feel his hot breath tickling my neck.
"Care to go elsewhere?" he asks in such a low tone I almost missed it but his hand snaking around my waist gives me opens my ears.
Although the offer is extremely tempting, it could hurt my career and more importantly end in tears. I hardly know the guy and he wants to see me naked.
So I open my mouth to protest but instead, as if I have no will power, I nod my head.
"This way, duchess," he coaxes and runs small circles on my bare back.
Moments later we're escorted to a limo. And once I slide in I gasp at the sight of dozens of bottles of champagne and expensive leather seating.
When I spot the sunroof I feel a child-like sensation take over and a giggle even makes it way out of me.
"I've always wanted to stand out of that and feel the wind." I mutter and point to the opening, embarrassed by my random confession.
Without a word, Tate taps a button and stands as the glass slides back and opens to allow the warm winter air to skim our bodies.
"Shall we?" he says with a smirk and s hand extended for me.
When I finally have the gut to stick my head out the window, I finally understand why cliché Hollywood movies add this scene. It's relaxing and rebelling at the same time.
With the wind blowing on my hair, causing my bun to become messy, I feel like a free woman with no worries and no obligations.
"This is awesome!" I shout over the sound of air hitting us.
Seconds later I turn to Tate to see his reaction but only find him staring at me with a silly smile.
Feeling awkward I try to fix my air and furrow my brows at him.
"What? Do I have something-"
However, I'm not allowed to finish the sentence because Tate's soft, buxom lips interrupt by sucking on my bottom lip.
Of course, reciprocate by moving in sync with him as I feel his hands cup my face and pull me closer.
After a few seconds of kissing, Tate tugs us back into the limo and uses more force and even yanks me on his lap.
As his large hands explore my lower body I take the opportunity to use my tongue.
So when he grants me entrance, and our tongues touch, a shock sensation flows over my entire body and straight down to my core. I can feel my middle become slick with its own fluid.
However, it's when he latches his mouth to a spot slightly under my ear that I lose all control.
In one swift movement I unzip my top and fling it across the back seat and grab his face to replenish my thirst for his cherry tasting lips.
The mere sensation of his cold hands on my warm breasts are almost enough to cūm, but being that I'm not even close to the maximum pleasure potential, I hold back.
But the sudden halt of the vehicle forces me to pull away and investigate the situation.
With Tate's hands still sliding over my body and mouth on one of my pink nipples, I barely have the energy to muster up, "Where are we?"
However, the little squeak is audible to Tate. He instantly pops the petal-like bud from his mouth and murmurs, "
"A Capo restaurant. I'm taking you out," he announces as if it's no big deal that he's bringing me on a date to one of the most expensive eateries in Los Angeles.
Blushing a bright red, I thank him and attempt to fix my top but he beats me to it by slow zipping it up.
...
"I've had such a wonderful time, Tate." I whisper as he helps me slide back in to the car.
"Oh darling, but the night has just begun."
And with that he smirks as the car speeds off in a new direction.
Of course, we kiss and feel around the entire drive but keep all our clothes on.
"You are so fascinating, Violet," he mutters as we arrive to his hotel, pulling his red, swollen lips from my aching ones.
Like the gentlemen he is, he quickly runs from the car to my side, to hold it open for me.
When I realize where we are, I nearly gasp. Before me stands the Sheraton hotel, and I have a feeling he's snagged that pent house.
Upon arriving to his room, the penthouse as I assumed, I almost expect him to vicious attack me with his wonder lips, but surprisingly he guides me to a seat while he makes us a quick drink.
"Violet, do you want to..." he trails off as he hands me a tall glass of martini.
Obviously, I understand his discrete question, but I'm unsure of how to respond because I've never been treated so delicately- and I'm not sure what I want.
So instead of a definite answer, I slowly stand up and walk towards him with my eyes locked on his.
Where the night takes us is fine with me, but for now I want it to be a surprise.
Grabbing the bank of his neck, I shove his face to mine and instantly dance my tongue around his lower lip until he lets me in. All the compliments and spoiling had me feeling extra bold and beautiful.
"Yes" I breathe out.
Within seconds he has my legs wrapped around his muscular waist, so I kick my heels off and focus on his tender lips to savor the moment longer.
Also, I tug on his soft curls while sucking on his top lip with much force. The time we spend with our lips locked seems like a lifetime, yet still not enough.
Needless to say I'm disappointed when he pulls his perfect lips from mine, but my body does begin to jolt when he places wet kisses down my jaw line and eventually to my neck. The shivers are immediately sent down my spine and force a muffled moan to surface from my throat.
"Now," Tate groans while twirling one of the straps of my shirt, "this outfit is gorgeous but I think it'll look better on the floor."
Before I could even protest, he forces me to the wall and lifts me up higher to unzip the crop top.
Once my breasts are freely bouncing in the cold air, he lets me down but reattaches our needy lips as he yanks his navy suit jacket off, and when I hear it hit the ground I smile into his mouth because I know we'll be connected in other ways in a short while.
Eventually, after moments of tender kissing, he pulls apart to rip off his bow tie and dress shirt. The action causes a slick, wet heat to run down to my throbbing pussy.
While he does that I let my hair down and remove the earrings dangling from my ears.
Expecting to be thrown around, I'm genuinely surprised when he jerks me to stand up and gazes over my naked torso and even caresses my warm cheek.
"You are truly a radiant, angelic little thing. I'm so glad I found you tonight," he whispers before laying me down on the soft bed and runs his calloused hands up my body.
Being horny and impatient, I decide to take some initiative and pull him down to me so I can kiss down his neck to his collarbone. And he moans while playing with my hair gently as I leave love bites down his superb chest.
Eventually, I rub circles on his crotch until I feel his bulge harden to the point the jeans may burst. So I flip him on his back and kiss above the waistband while swiftly unbuckling his belt.
Once I tug down his trousers and boxers, I smirk at the sight of his erection springing to my nose. Before I stimulate him, I lick my dry lips and glance up into his dark, wandering eyes.
Then, I grab his cock and lightly suck on the throbbing head that's dripping in pre-cum and run my hand up his veiny shaft. His groans and whimpers give me the energy to speed up my actions and even let out a moan.
Then, when the sensation of Tate's cold hand on my bottom sparks through me, I hollow my cheeks to the maximum and bob my head as quickly as possible.
Every time the soft tip of his cock hits the back of my mouth; my middle grows slightly damper.
With the enormous erection engulfed in my warm, wet mouth, and using both my hands, I finally feel him grow to his maximum length, indicating he's on the brink of releasing. So, I suck harder and move faster knowing that he's moments from erupting into my mouth, and of course, a few seconds later the hot liquid shoots in my mouth and slides smoothly down my throat. When I gulp loud enough for him to realize I'm not spitting, I pop his still extremely hard dick out of my mouth and give it one last lick.
"Atta girl," he mumbles before pulling me up and laying me on the mattress.
Unlike the other men I've been with, he tenderly kisses me after the act even though most are disgusted by the mere thought of their own liquid near their mouth.
With my hands restrained above my head, Tate runs his mouth all over the front of my body, starting from my neck and ending right above the waist of my skirt.
Then, coming back up to my two mounds, he takes one petal-like bud in his hand and pinches while taking the other slowly into his wet mouth. With all the stimulation, I arch my back and let several moans escape my throat as warmth spreads through my body.
"Tate!" I cry out as he takes my skirt up to snakes his hand under up to my middle.
When he reaches the mound he runs one finger around my clothed clit and gasps instantly.
"You're so wet!" he announces in a low shout, which causes me to blush but he pays no attention to that part of me.
Instead, he hovers me and gazes into my eyes with a wide grin before he drops to his knees and gets lost in my skirt. Once the sensation of his freezing fingers yanking my soaking panties to the ground is known, I gasp. But moments later my breath is taken away when he runs one of his thick fingers up my slit to soak in its wetness.
However, my pleasure is short lived because seconds later he removes his hand, leaving me confused and wondering what he's doing underneath the large heap of cotton.
Suddenly, he appears from the skirt and lifts me up by placing one hand on the small of my back.
"You taste decadent," he murmurs before tugging the bottom off me.
Before I process that he tasted my juices, he plunges face first into my core and sucks my clit into his mouth, abusing it with his warm tongue. And as if I couldn't be more satisfied, Tate sticks two fingers into me and pumps as fast as he can, causing the bed frame to rattle against the wall.
Then, Tate pulls away entirely and lifts his glistening finger to my face and waits for me to suck it in.
Obliging completely, I pop the extremity into my mouth and lick it clean, tasting my own fluid to turn Tate on more.
"Oh I can't wait to taste your sugar again," he grunts and then moves down to bites my thighs.
I've come to notice that Tate loves to watch me squirm and beg for his touch, and I comply by tugging on his blonde locks and force his head to the throbbing problem between my legs.
Finally, he dives back in and between licks and sucks he murmurs, "Mmmm, delicious."
With more thrusts of his fingers and punching of his tongue on my southern nub. Then, unlike any other man has done, Tate drags his tongue down to my opening and plunges deep into it while trailing his finger to my pulsing, rosy bud.
Before I can even let out a proper moan, ecstasy courses through my veins and Before I can contemplate, I burst into ecstasy, like an explosion in my lower abdomen as the walls of my pussy contract around three of Tate's magical fingers.
Finally, when the most intense pleasure is over, I scramble to sit up. Panting from the momentary loss of breath, I mumble "Tate," while rolling over to tuck myself under the duvet.
However, Tate doesn't feel the same because before I can get comfortable his grip on my bicep yanks me.
"Lovely, it ain't over yet," he whispers while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and caressing my face tenderly as he places a kiss on my forehead.
Thinking he's going to pounce any second I prepare myself but as the minutes pass by with tender kissing and touching, I get the idea that he's going to take it slow.
So, taking initiative, I grab his semi-hard cock and slide my hand up and down it until it's hard enough to fit inside. Then I climb on top of him and slide his erection up my slit until it's covered in my fluid.
I yell out in pleasure as his thick tip pokes through my tight entrance and grip his shoulders with my nails when I feel him thrusting upward to have our hips touch.
We both create a steady rhythm of skin slapping and moans filling the large hotel room.
"F-fuck Violet," he grumbles with his hands suctioned on my waist.
"I'm on the pill," I announce so he knows not to pull out since I can feel his dick pulse and twitch inside me.
The very second he begins to release his hot, sticky semen inside me, my world stops for the second time and my body becomes limp with the immense pleasure.
With my breasts bouncing in his face and his orgasm pumping through him, a wide grin and almost a glimmer of love appears on his face.
When we're both breathless and exhausted, I roll of him and half expect him to ask me to leave but when he snakes his sweaty arm around my bare torso and places wet kisses down my neck and onto my back.
"Stay with me- for a while?" he asks in a child-like manner with his hand tightening around mine and head nuzzled into my neck.
"Of course," I answer while wrapping my arms around him and pulling his body in closer.
...
The next day at work my boss and co-workers greet me with smiles and winks. Assuming they all know how Tate flirted with me, I grin back at my advantage.
Upon returning the dress I run into my awful co-worker. Of course, the snobby reporter stomps up to me with a smile and giggle coming from her. "Dylan winked at me and held my hand!" she practically shouts, but I only roll my eyes at her pathetic attempt to make me jealous.
However, she notices and begins to protest. "More than what you got, Violet!" she fake jokes and nudges me.
I only chuckle and nod my head thinking of the second date I have tonight with the images of Tate last night replaying in my head.
If only she knew.