Scarjo's Fuck-My-Fan Contest Pt. 01
### Scarlett Johansson's Sex Contest: Part 1
Monday, March 6th - 5:15 A.M.
The phone rang a few times before someone answered, their voice sounding both sleepy and rough, like we'd awakened them from their slumber. I checked my watch and noticed we were making the call at 5:15 a.m. I squeezed my teeth into a tight smile and glanced at my business partner, eyebrows raised and lips pursed in frustration. The plan wasn't working out as smoothly as expected.
Scarlett Johansson, the famous 39-year-old Hollywood starlet, beamed with excitement on her face as she heard the voice on the other end. "Hello?" Her voice was cheerful and bubbly, like a Disney princess.
"Yeah. Uh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, this is Jackson." The voice was nervous, out of breath, and clearly knew who was on the phone. Scarlett brought the speaker closer to her lips and smiled wider, suppressing her giggles. She looked at me, not daring to meet my eyes. If she did, she might burst out laughing – the kind of laughter you'd make when a baby does something adorable. After calming herself, she continued.
"Hi, Jackson. Good morning! I'm Scarlett Johansson. Am I speaking to a Jackson Days?"
Silence was followed by a few rustling noises, which we assumed were Jackson getting out of bed.
"Yeah. Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. This is Jackson." He sounded less groggy now.
Scarlett laughed into the phone. "Mr. Jackson Days, it's a pleasure to speak with you. Do you know who's calling?"
"I've got a pretty good idea, but... I'm gonna be pretty disappointed if I'm wrong."
"Well, let's not make you go through any discomfort," Scarlett smiled. "Let's start over. Good morning, Mr. Jackson Days. How are you?"
...
Another long pause. I pictured Jackson with his jaw on the ground and heart racing.
"Jackson, you're still there?" She asked.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hi, Ms. Johansson..." He sounded timid.
Scarlett chuckled. "Jackson, we're calling because I wanted to personally congratulate you and let you know that you're the winner of my first Fuck-My-Fan contest. I personally reviewed your entry and found your Reddit page with all the...uh, what do you call them? Cum tributes? I couldn't let the opportunity of having someone like you on my OnlyFans page pass."
"Wow." He stammered. "Is this... Is this like a prank?"
"No. No, no, no. This isn't a prank. You really won! This is happening, Jackson." Scarlett giggled again. I remained focused on Scarlett, capturing her reaction, but...silence.
The poor guy had just picked up his jaw off the floor, only to have it fall again, I imagined.
"Jackson?" I said, raising my voice to be heard on the phone. "This is Mr. Kyle. I'm Scarlett's assistant. I handle her OnlyFans account and make arrangements for her film shoots. Do you have a few minutes for me to explain the process?"
"Um, yeah. Yeah, go for it." He sounded uncertain.
"Excellent! So, Jackson, this is a bittersweet situation for you. You may not see it this way, but it's you doing us a favor. Therefore, Ms. Johansson and I will make this as easy as possible for you. We'll accommodate for any inconveniences and your schedule and availability. We're currently in New York City. Are you willing to travel? We'll cover your flight, hotel, and meals. If traveling isn't an option, we can come to you. Which works better for you at the moment, Mr. Days?"
"Sorry man, this is a lot to take in." Jackson breathed out over the phone. "Well...um... I'm still in high school. So I can't take off for a few days. And I also still live with my parents. Yeah I'm 18, but I wouldn't be comfortable having sex with my dream girl while my mom's there, you know?" A very nervous laugh followed. Jackson seemed fearful that we might move on from choosing him due to his situation. However, little did he know that once Scarlett decides on a winner, there's no turning back.
"Sweetie," Scarlett interjected. "We can get around all these issues. I'll have Mr. Kyle arrange a place for me near you. Do your mom drive you to school? Do you take the bus?"
"I walk."
"Perfect!" Scarlett exclaimed. "Mr. Kyle can pick you up during your walk. While I'm arranging that, I'll also contact your school to let them know you're absent. This way, the office won't try to contact your mom. This means we'll have you from around 7:30 a.m. to about 3:00 p.m. to fool around and film."
"Uh, wow...you guys really thought this through. Yeah, I'm totally into all of this. Forgive me if I sound doubtful, it's just...well...it sounds too good to be true." Jackson laughed nervously.
"Jackson, there's something else we should've told you earlier." I interrupted. "We're recording this phone conversation, as well as everything leading up to the sex and the act itself. This is for Scarlett's OnlyFans page. If this all checks out, you're good to go."
"Cool...so when are we going to do this? I'm sorry if it's too soon to ask. I'm just...anxious or excited about it, I'm not sure." Jackson said.
"First, we'll set up an appointment for you to get checked out for any sexually transmitted diseases or something," I said. "It's standard procedure so we don't risk getting Scarlett sick. When the results come back negative, we'll book a place in your hometown. We'll meet up a day or two before and bring you to a few shops so you can buy whatever you'd like for me to wear. Clothes, underwear, toys, lube... We'll have you prepped and ready by the beginning of next week."
"Oh okay, okay. Uh, gosh, I really hope this isn't a prank." Jackson said before hanging up.
Tuesday, March 14th - 7:15 a.m.
*Ring...
Ring...
Ring...*
"Sun View High School, this is Norma." A voice answered the phone.
"Good morning, Norma. This is Jackson Day's mother," Scarlett lied into the phone's speaker. "I'm calling to let you know that he's got a fever this morning and won't be in school today."
"Oh, we're sorry to hear that, Mrs. Days. I'll mark him with an excused absence. We hope he feels better soon." The school secretary responded.
"Thank you, I'll let him know you're hoping he gets well soon." Scarlett hung up the phone and stared at the camera lens. She smiled, "well that's taken care of. Easier than I thought." She said. I laughed and agreed.
"Yeah. So, we should update your subscribers about what comes next." I said, handing the camera over to Scarlett.
"Okay, so it's currently 7:20 a.m. - that means Jackson must be on his way to school right now. Mr. Kyle's gonna pick him up and bring him here. Meanwhile, I'll go take a shower, do my make-up, put on some sexy lingerie... Oh, and you said he bought something for me, right?" She asked.
"Uh-huh," I said and tossed a crumpled Walmart bag to her. Scarlett opened it in front of the camera the moment her eyes landed on it. A coy smile spread across her face when she saw what was inside.
"Alright, let's see what you've got for us," I taunt. Scarlett pulls out a pricey yet poorly crafted Walmart Black Widow costume - the white one the movie marketing team labeled "Black Widow Snow Suit." Scarlett stare at the camera, exuding an "are you serious?" sort of air. I chuckle out loud.
"Come on, you knew he was a fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe! This is likely his biggest fantasies come true!" I point out.
"I'm going to make this better than his wildest dreams, babe," she brags as she heads up the stairs for a shower. I chuckle. I adore her self-assurance about these matters...
7:40 A.M.
The back door of my 2012 Toyota Corolla opens, and our guest of honor heaves himself in. The car groans from his weight pressing on the tires. Jackson can barely fit in the backseat. My eyes widen as I watch him. This guy is enormous! Not overweight, but also not huge like a bodybuilder. If I had to describe him, I'd say he's got a "dad bod." Belly protruding, plenty of plumpness, but there's muscle underneath. I can't be sure, but my eyes estimate that he's at least 6'7 tall. He has hair everywhere! His bristly beard is impressive! The most suitable way to describe him would be a grizzly bear. I couldn't believe this boy was in high school...
"Morning. Jackson is that you?" I inquire.
"Yes!" His booming voice echoes in my car.
I view the camera placed on the dashboard, observing Scarlett's audience. "Pleasure to meet you, Jackson. Can you tell us your age first?" I ask lightly.
"18," he responds, his voice booming back.
...
"Interesting."
"Yeah. Sorry if I seem uneasy. I'm not the best at talking to girls...especially the most stunning woman there is." Jackson cuts in, wiping sweat from his brow. I examine him in the rearview mirror. There's something darling about him. Despite his massive stance, his uneasiness makes him appear 20 times smaller. I decide to help ease his tension...
"Yeah, you should know, Scarlett personally chose you." I reveal, and Jackson's eyes widen. A smile dawns upon his face, but he quickly tries to hide it. "And just so you know, based on the cum tributes you've done for her - even though the camera angle doesn't show your balls - those are some cannons of cum you shoot for her." This seems to help him relax a bit. He starts talking more.
8:30 A.M.
The tripod in the rental home we were staying at is set up in the bedroom. Jackson sits on the bed in front of the camera, preparing for my commands.
"You ready?" I ask as my thumb hovers near the record button for our camera. He nods, and the Shallow Hal contest begins.
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