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After the Show (Hayley Atwell, Scarlett Johansson) (deeperinmypower x RoleplayMaster)

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deeperinmypower

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".....and that about wraps it up from us!"

"Goodnight everyone!"

As the credits rolled, Hayley Atwell and Scarlett Johansson held hands and grinned at the camera. Although they were used to pre-filmed work, both women loved the thrill of live television, and the opportunity to show off a sillier side on a programme like SNL was a treat.

As the director yelled "...and we're off air!", Hayley and Scarlett headed off to their dressing rooms, gathering up their stuff, before catching a limo to a downtown hotel.

They strode into the hotel's lobby, side by side, still all glammed up from their TV appearance. The production team had booked the hotel, and the actresses were staying on the same floor, a few doors down from each other.

"Wasn't that just the best?" smiled Scarlett.

"Yeah, it's such a buzz! Nothing beats live TV!" agreed Hayley, eyes darting around the reception, eager to not end the night there.

"Let's get back to the rooms, freshen up, then we can find something fun to do." proposed Scarlett.

"Sounds good to me! Oh! Sir! Hold the door!"

Hayley had spotted an elevator arriving, and picked up her pace to try and catch it. Scarlett followed suit, and they just made it in time, as the doors closed.
 
Curtis flexed his fingers, trying to air them out after holding onto his laptop for so long. Travelling was a big part of his job, as a IT Technician, fixing computers and other electronic devices for clients all over his small-time town. But the last few days had been hectic, travelling to the much larger Philidelphia in order to listen to a bunch of presentations about new equipment, and so on. He was just about ready for bed, looking forward to the soft mattress that awaited him upstairs.

Hearing the rushed sounds of heels, he realised someone was heading for the elevator. While he was a little socially anxious, he felt as if he had to be nice and ensure they made the elevator. Reaching forward, Curtis touched the elevator door, letting it sense his hand and retract, giving the girls enough time to reach it. However, he didn't expect to see the two costumed beauties enter the lift.

The costumes were clearly of Peggy Carter and Black Widow, but it took him a moment to realise that they were the actresses that actually played those roles. THE Scarlett Johansson and Hayley Atwell were standing across from him in the lift. His lack of awareness of their identities may have been caused by his awkward half-glances, rather than actually observing them.

He wanted to say something, but everything he thought of sounded so bad, cringe-worthy, or just sounded as if he were a dumb fan. Eventually, the young man of 19 spoke up and said "Filming for Infinity War still? I didn't think Peggy Carter would be in this one." The moment he said it, he cringed internally. No shit Peggy wouldn't be in it. She's dead. Hopefully they wouldn't mind.

Curtis was probably an inch or two shorter than Scarlett (who stood a few inches shorter than Hayley), but their heels made him feel very small. His brown hair brushed to the side with a little wax in it, and rectangular frames rested on the bridge of his nose.
 
As they'd entered the elevator, Scarlett had flashed a quick smile at the young man, saying "Thank you!", and then she'd returned to talking with Hayley.

Of course, as happens often in lifts like these, silence soon fell. But the silence was interrupted when the man spoke.

Hayley turned to face the man, removing her 'Peggy' hat, and shaking out her hair.

"Spoilers!" she grinned.

Meanwhile, Scarlett looked the young man up and down. He was pretty cute. Nerdy, but cute. Not many blokes tried to kick off a conversation with her, other than cat calling, or some form of obcenity, so it was a relief to engage in relatively normal chit chat.

He was clearly a comics fan, mused Hayley, but she always tried to be friendly with fans.
 
"True, true... Don't spoil anything for me, I look forward to watching the movie soon." he agreed solemnly, nodding as he leaned against the wall. After a few more moments of silence, he spoke up again. "What sort of things are you in nowadays?" he asked, looking at Hayley. "I loved your Agent Carter TV Show, I wish it lasted longer." Curtis confessed. "Oh, and I remember seeing you in Black Mirror once." He added as an afterthought, forgetting the rather hot (though unfortunately lacking nudity) sex scene that had occurred in that particular episode.

He of course knew what Scarlett was up to, which was why he asked Hayley. But he wanted to try and clarify that he wasn't ignoring Scarlett. Everything he thought of to say felt crap though, and she seemed somewhat intimidating... not on purpose, he didn't think. So he just stayed silent, looking for Hayley's reply. God, he hated social anxiety.
 
"Well..." began Hayley, but Scarlett interrupted her, stepping in front of the Englishwoman, standing between Hayley and Curtis.

"What's the matter? Not such a fan of mine....?" Scarlett purred, deliberately running a finger slowly down her side. She was just teasing, of course, but the buzz from the live filming was still lingering and, well, she was kind of...hungry.
 
His eyes followed the finger, cheeks turning red quickly. "I-I am." He replied quickly, hastening to return his eyes to her face. She looked really good as Black Widow. Hayley looked good too, but that skin-tight suit was bloody amazing. "I just u-um.." he stuttered, hoping to come up with an excuse quickly. Nothing sounded legitimate, so he finally replied with the truth. "You're a little scary... not intentionally!" he hastened to add. "Just... like, um... yeah..." he blushed more, embarrassing himself. Finally, the doors to the elevator opened to his floor.

"P-Pleasure meeting you both" He told them, speed-walking out of there to avoid the embarrassing situation he had found himself in. But in his haste to leave, he had left his laptop bag in the elevator.
 
"Hey!" cried Hayley. "You left your bag!"

She grabbed the door of the lift, holding it open, returning the favour from before.

Scarlett, meanwhile, bent over at the waist and picked up the bag, dangling it in front of her.

Waiting to see how Curtis would respond, Scarlett shot a look at Hayley - checking if she was on the same wavelength.

They were both revved up, carefree, and well, why shouldn't they have a little fun?

Hayley knew exactly what Scarlett had in mind, and, after pondering it for a brief moment, decided to go all in, too.

This fan had no idea he was about to have the night of his life...
 
Curtis froze as he heard Hayley should after him. Turning around, he found Scarlett bending down, cleavage on full display for him as she held his bag. 'Knowing' it was purely accidental, and with no intent behind it, Curtis shyly reapproached the two. "Th-Thanks." he stuttered, reaching for his bag. He wore what could only be assumed to be his work uniform, with dress pants and a business name printed on the front of his shirt. But the material of his pants did very little to hide the erection forming.

The walk of shame back to them was a little humiliating, but they seemed nice enough. Once he grabbed the strap of his bag, Curtis made to leave once again. "It was a pleasure meeting you both." He said, as he turned away from the pair. He was going to masturbate so hard once he returned to his room....
 
Hayley removed her jacket, and moved to stand between Curtis and the elevator door, blocking his path.

"Uh uh! Are you really in such a rush?" smiled Hayley.

"Our rooms are only three floors up...maybe you wanna....pump us for information on Infinity War?"

Scarlett giggled, revelling in the changing power balance, skirting closer towards the young man.

"What's your name, anyway?"
 
Curtis soon found Hayley in his way, stopping him from leaving. The fact that they wanted him to stay was very surprising, and he secretly enjoyed how they were toying with him. Even if all they planned to do was a little flirting, he didn't mind.

Scarlett approached, and despite him welcoming the action, he still couldn't help but back away. A moment later, his back was against the wall of the elevator. "U-Uh... C-Curtis." He stuttered. A loud 'ding' sounded, and the elevator doors shut a moment later. "And uh... I don't really want to spoil the movie, but uh... I'd be more than happy to join you." He added quietly.
 
Scarlett pressed her body up close against him, taking her time as she toyed with Curtis' obvious nervousness.

"...........good." she said, in a low, husky whisper.

She stepped back, and both women fell silent as the lift rose three floors. The doors opened, and Hayley strode out, followed closely by Scarlett.

Turning back to Curtis, Hayley beckoned him forward. "Follow us..." and they waltzed off towards Hayley's room.
 
Swallowing deeply, it was difficult to ignore the many appealing curves that Scarlett possessed. He felt her breath as she whispered a reply, which sent shivers down Curtis' spine. Soon, the doors opened and both girls left, giving him an amazing view of their butts. It was amazing how well Hayley's competed, despite Scarlett's obvious advantage in the skin-tight suit.

The taller girl's comment knocked Curtis out of his thoughts, and he hurried to follow, making sure to bring his laptop with him this time. By the time he caught up, Scarlett had already opened their room, as he followed the girls inside.
 
"Now, at last, we can reveal the real reason we brought you here, Curtis." smirked Hayley, shutting and locking the hotel room door behind her.

"Agent Carter is correct, Curtis. You see, it was not random luck that brought us together." Scarlett's tone was serious and intriguing, as she motioned for Curtis to sit beside her on the plush king-size bed.

"Natasha showed me your file. We know that HYDRA having been bugging your laptop..." Hayley strode over to the bed, standing in front of the other two, taking the laptop case and shoving it under the bed.

"...they're trying to get to you, and so...we had to get to you first. To make sure you join us..." Scarlett purred.
 
Curtis eyed the locked door nervously, wondering if he should be afraid of what was waiting for him in this room. His attention soon flicked over to Scarlett as she spoke up, referring to her friend as Agent Carter. A little confused at first, he took the offered seat behind the shorter celebrity, listening to their story.

It took him a few moments, admittedly longer than he'd like to admit, to catch onto what Scarlett and Hayley were doing. And when he did, he smiled, before making his face more serious. He had to play along, and it would be fun to see how well they could do it.

"Get to me?! Hydra and SHIELD want to 'get to me'?" Curtis repeated uncertainly. "And why should I join you guys? Why not Hydra? Or just run away somewhere away from all of this?" The young man asked. He had an idea of a way to flip this on them a little, assuming they didn't spoil his secret plan. But even if they did, he was sure he would enjoy it. From the bulge in his pants, the pair could tell he was already having fun.
 
re: After the show

"I'm afraid that's classified, Curtis. But we have reason to believe you could be a very....powerful...player in this world." Scarlett ran a hand over his chest as she spoke.

"You mustn't be allowed to join Hydra. If we need to convince you of such a thing..." smiled Hayley, as she removed her white shirt, exposing a lacy black bra, "...then so be it."
 
His mouth dropped for a few moments as he watched Hayley's shirt disappear, showing off two very beautiful breasts. Swallowing deeply, he mentally shook himself out of it, and tried to look unimpressed. "A shirt removal is meant to impress me? Convince me of joining SHIELD?" He asked, although frequent pauses seemed to show Scarlett's hand could be very distracting. "If I'm so... important, why are you so slow to sway me?" He asked, unable to believe he was confident enough to ask for more. He was a virgin, cockily telling two bombshell celebrities that they could do better.
 
Scarlett leaned in, licking and then nibbling on his ear.

"Oh...we're just getting started, honey...." she whispered, before unzipping her top, and pushing him down onto the bed.

"She's a spy, remember? You won't believe what she'll do to get men to perform for her...." giggled Hayley, watching on, holding Curtis' ankles, very much taking the dominant overseer role..
 
The young man gasped in surprise as he felt Scarlett's mouth on his skin. No matter what else they had done to him so far, this was the first confirmation that something was definitely happening. He swallowed deeply once again as Scarlett's zipper fell, teasing skin but hiding everything still. In some ways, the tease was even sexier.

Eyes widening as he was pushed back on the bed, he found himself with his legs pinned down by one girl, and shoulders pinned down by another. A blush filled his cheeks as he felt a sensation down below. "I'm um... I'm close." He warned quietly, embarrassed as they had done barely anything yet. His inexperience gave way to being premature, but his age assisted him in his stamina; while his first round might be over shortly, he would have plenty left in him.
 
"Don't worry, baby..." purred Hayley. "Us Agents of SHIELD are well equipped to deal with such circumstances..."

She leaned over, unclasping her bra, before pulling Curtis' cock free, and letting it nestle between her breasts, sliding them up and down, gently.

"Eyes up here, asset." snapped Scarlett. "You're not going anywhere..."
 
Curtis' eyes were glued to Hayley as she exposed her breasts. They were as incredible as he dreamed, but Scarlett was pulling his attention away. It was disappointing, but he played along. Looking up at Scarlett, he gave a nod, before his eyes rolled back briefly from an intense orgasm. His thick seed filled the space between Hayley's breasts. "Fuck." He mumbled, panting for a few moments. "Thank you Ha-Miss.... Agent Carter."
 
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