Clint vs. Emily the Minx

"Wow, I feel like I've just been interrogated by the CIA" Clint said.

"The woman in the grey suit? Yeah I saw her coming in, she looked like trouble."

"You are not kidding. I mean, I don't mind trouble, but she was the wrong kind."

Emily smiled slowly. "And what is the right kind of trouble."

"Well, I'm guessing five-feet-five, with dark hair and a blouse with one hell of a neckline." Clint said smoothly, running his eyes over Emily appreciatively.

She preened a little under his attentions.

"So, seeing as I have been so rudely grilled recently, how about we talk all about you?" Clint ventured.

"Sure." Emily said "Fire away."

"Okay... so what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a casting director for a talent agency."

"Nice. Am I auditioning?" Clint asked. "Do you want me to memorise lines, or are we going to skip straight to the casting couch?"

Emily laughed heartily at that, her breasts jiggling enthusiastically. Clint didn't even bother to tear his eyes away, because he knew he really didn't have to.

"You're a front-runner for the role of the love interest." Emily implied.

"Oh, good. When do we start rehearsals?"

"Right now!" Emily said, laughing again. "Okay... what else?"

"Uhh..." Clint racked his brain for something cheeky and creative. "Weirdest place you've ever had sex?"

"Wow, you go right to it, don't you? I like that. It's honest" Emily said, impressed and not the slightest bit uncomfortable. "Hm... I would have to say, in a rowboat under the Golden Gate Bridge, in the middle of winter."

"Wow!" Clint intoned. "That's audacious, and possibly very uncomfortable?"

"It was ridiculous. Don't ever try it, trust me."

"I'm filling that one away." Clint said, grinning. He rubbed his hands together. "Here's a killer- best sex you've ever had?"

Emily thought for a moment and then laughed. "If I tell you, you won't believe me."
"Try me" Clint dared.

"Tony Stark."

Clint choked out a laugh. "Tony Stark? For serious? When?"

"Oh, ages ago, like five or six years? I was in LA for work, and I met him in a club... this was back in the day, of course, when he was a real ladies' man- before the whole Iron Man thing, and before he settled for his secretary."

"Personal assistant" Clint corrected. "She's his PA."

"PA, secretary... you know what I mean."

Having met Pepper Potts, and knowing what a complete and total sweetheart she was, he didn't really think of her as someone a guy 'settled' for. But he wasn't going to mention this to Emily, seeing as she was about to dish the dirt on Stark. "Go on..." he encouraged.

"Well, see... I met him, and he starts buying me and pretty much every other woman in the room drinks. And after an hour or so, he takes me and this other chick back to his place in Santa Monica... and... yeah. That man did some dirty, sexy, crazy stuff to us. All night. It was spectacular. And I'm not usually into threesomes, but ever since then..."

Clint's eyebrows were threatening to disappear into his hairline. "That's one hell of a story." he managed to say.

Emily looked smug. "Hm" she hummed in agreement.

"So, please don't ask me to follow it up, because I got nothing!" he said, making a gesture of surrender with his hands.

"Oh, I don't believe that for a minute" Emily said coyly. "A fox like you? I bet you've got all sorts of dirty stories filed away."

Clint laughed openly. "Well, now... I suppose I could tell you about this crazy weekend I had last year in Budapest..."

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Author's notes: HA! Hahaha! You see what I did there? Make of it what you will. And NO! I am NOT writing Budapest! MAD PROPS to Marie Nomad, who offered up the suggestion of someone who slept with Tony Stark and boasts about it. Gold! Thanks for reading.