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The Interview	By : LSMarz Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 6046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Johnny Depp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: The Interview
Author: JD101
Summary: The interview Johnny's most ardent fans would want to read.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Johnny Depp/female OC
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Depp, 3 imaginary reporters, 1 imaginary PA, 1 imaginary editor
Betas: None
Author’s notes: This is a Heterosexual, Real Person Fic about Johnny Depp. This is my alternate universe . Vanessa and the kiddies do not exist here.
Disclaimer #1. All of this stuff is made up out of my head.
Disclaimer #2. I do not know Mr. Depp and to my knowledge he does not behave this way.
Disclaimer #3. None of the answers to the questions are based on anything real. I did no research other than my regular obsession stuff.
Disclaimer #4. I make no money...... anywhere.

~~ The Interview ~~

Johnny tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes as the woman in front of him asked him the same inane question that he had been asked 12 times today. He knew the woman slightly. Usually she asked this kind of question after sticking a microphone in his face while on the red carpet. Half his mind went on autopilot to answer the question in as charming a way as he could manage.

This is where the real Oscar quality acting comes in he thought.

The other half of his mind continued playing the game he had made up, years ago, to get him through countless press junkets. He pictured each interviewer naked. This one, he imagined, had small palm sized breasts with sharp dark nipples that pointed up, a long torso and a slim waist. He pictured her as having a black triangle of pubic hair, neatly trimmed, but thick above her slit. What a great way to spend a boring afternoon, he thought, as he shook her hand and thanked her for coming. The pun was not lost on him and he had an extra twinkle in his eye. (She would go back to the office and tell all her co-workers how utterly charming and attentive he was.)

The next interviewer was a distinguished looking British gentleman he had spoken to a few times before. Oh well, not quite as arousing, but still fun. He pictured the man’s chest covered in wiry salt and pepper hair that trickled down to a narrow line before spreading to surround his penis. Johnny imagined the slight folds of skin on the man’s belly as he sat in the chair in front of him. The man was really full of himself and Johnny didn’t need to concentrate on his questions. Instead he imagined the man’s hairy balls slightly squeezed by his thighs as he crossed his legs to make a particularly silly observation on the quality of acting in today’s cinema. He let the guy keep his socks on because he thought it was funny. Johnny’s voice was warm and friendly as he thanked the man for his time. (He would go back to London and tell all his friends how calm and composed Mr Depp had become over the years.)

“One more interview Johnny.” Paul, his PA said as he ushered the British gentleman out of the door. “But it’s a long one. You have two hours with her. It’s the chick from Euphoria magazine. She’s doing an in depth…. we’ve got her in the suite. I thought you’d be more comfortable there.”

“Great…Bob owes me big time.” Johnny mumbled as he walked out of the conference room and headed for his suite, the slight rise in his pants covered by his shirt.

Carrie was sweating bullets. She was usually pretty jaded when it came to celebrity interviews. But this guy… well, lets just say she had a crush.

She was lucky to get this length of time for the interview during a press junket. It’s usually cattle call time. But her editor, Bob Elliston, and Johnny go way back and he called in a favor. She wasn’t sure what to expect when Bob called her into his office with the good news.

“You’re headed for the Bahamas. Pack your bags.”
“What’s going on there?” Carrie’s dark eyes narrowed.
“Nothing, just a press junket for the biggest summer movie this year!”
“No!” She whined, “Not more fluff! What is it? Another Batman movie?”
“Tim Burton’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.”

Carrie could have kissed his toes.

“Oh…. That would be with … uhhh…Johnny Depp, right?” She tried to say his name casually. She’d been very good at concealing the fact that she was deeply infatuated with the actor.

“That’s right. You do pretty well interviewing these flaky, artsy types.” He said with a grin “He’s all yours.”

Egad! Did he know?

Doesn’t matter.
She was now sitting in the Imperial Suite of the Grand Bahamas Hotel on a plush couch in a well appointed room… breathing heavily and trying not to sweat.

The door opened and she nearly popped out of her skin.
There he was.
Breath taking.

“Mr. Depp” She said standing to shake his outstretched hand.
“Oh… you really have to call me Johnny.”

Oh… She thought she really would not be able to get that word out of her mouth while looking at that face… just yet.
So she smiled and hoped it wasn’t as goofy as it felt.

Johnny tilted his head slightly, narrowed his eyes and smiled back. His imagination had just struck pay dirt.

“Um… do you mind if I record this?” she asked and started fiddling with the tape recorder… mostly so she would have something else to do while she collected her thoughts.

Carrie had prepped for the interview in her normal way. She already knew quite a bit about his history and career… so she figured she could skip most of the boring questions. She wanted this to be the interview his most passionate fans would want to read.

He kind of groaned when she pulled out her notes. Not a sound she’d soon forget.

“Oh, don’t be put off by these” she said quickly folding them up and stuffing them back in her bag. “I just had some notes to .. uh… kind of guide me. I think most of the interviews with you are crap”

If she could have physically sucked those words back into her mouth, she would have. His eyebrow arched and he looked at her sideways.

“All right, lets see if you can write…non-crap.” There was that smile again. “Do you want a beer?”
“Yeah, I’d pretty much kill for one right now”
“Not necessary” he said getting up and heading for the kitchen area of the suite.

Carrie followed him in and watched as he popped the lids on two cold, dark ales.

“Cheers” He clinked the side of her bottle with his.
“Asta la vista baby” she didn’t think anything ever tasted as good as that beer did in that moment.

Carrie felt the hard smooth bottleneck against her lips and her mind, (uncontrollable thing that it was), wished it were something else hard and smooth. A sigh slipped out her mouth.

When she looked up, she caught Johnny peering at her through narrowed eyes as if he’d seen that thought as it passed over her face. It made her feel like she had a Teletype machine on her forehead.

She felt flushed.
In the south they would have called it the vapors.

Carrie was standing very near him.

He smelled like smoke and patchouli and faintly of coconut oil.

Summer.

He smelled like summer dipped in ocean.

Suddenly Carrie was surrounded by summer as he leaned in close and touched her chin.
She felt his soft lips on hers and she dared to touch his face as his kiss deepened and his tongue darted into her mouth. His hand breezed down her neck and shoulder to hold her arm as he brought her closer.

Carrie’s mind and body exploded in unexpected sensations.

Johnny Depp was kissing her.

It was too much to wrap her mind around and it shut down. Her body however, did not shut down… it melted. She felt a rush of wetness between her shaky legs. She didn’t know if she would be able to continue to stand.

“So what did you want to ask me?” Johnny felt the woman trembling and tightened his grip.

“As if I can put two coherent words together right now.” She said sheepishly. She stole a glance at Johnny’s eyes and felt tears welling up in hers. She was determined not to cry. Questions. What were her questions?

“Ok….. Um…I want to know… where do you practice?”

“Practice kissing?” he cocked and eyebrow and laughed.

“No, no…your characters. Do you practice before you get on the set? How do you know what they look like… what they sound like?”

“Well,” he paused, “I like to figure out costumes …you know… the character’s look, with wardrobe. Most of the time, I have an idea of what the guy will look like and sound like before going in.”

Carrie was able to compose herself a little and Johnny was able to loosen his arm around her waist. Not too much though, he thought. He wanted to feel the heat from her body next to his.

“Usually, I get it from the script… it just pops into my head while I’m reading. I’ve written notes…made little drawings… thought about the guy’s history. And I practice my lines in my sunroom. There’s good resonance in there.”

“See? That’s the kind of stuff I want to know!” She laughed. He took her hand and led the way back into the sitting area. Behind him was a great place to be, Carrie thought.

They made themselves comfortable on the couch. She knew the kiss must have been an aberration, a one-time, on a whim, kind of thing. Carrie tried to get back into her interviewer mode. It wasn’t easy. His thighs were thick and strong looking in his jeans. She couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge at their apex, which was accentuated by a frayed zipper fold. She tingled like she’d been charged with electricity.

He sat next to her and draped his arm along the back of the couch. Johnny touched her hair and smiled. He like the way she smelled. Like lilacs and rainwater. She smelled very clean. It made him want to move closer to her.

“You mentioned you write notes…um… for your characters, ” Carrie cleared her throat “…and I’ve read a few other things you’ve written… like Dr Thompson’s eulogy in Rolling Stone… and a forward for books on Tim Burton and Basquiat. Do you do any writing for pleasure?”

“Sure, it’s always a pleasure… to write.” His knee lightly brushed her thigh as he brought it up and turned sideways on the couch to face her. Carrie smiled. His hand had moved to the back of her neck. She was praying she wasn’t sweating because she could feel heat rising from her body.

“Well… what kind of writing…” Her words trailed off as she felt his breath in her ear.

He leaned over and kissed the side of her throat, breathing her in. “I write a lot of things. Sometimes… I even post on the web.”

That snapped her back. She moved her head to look at him directly.

“You post on the web? Where?”

Johnny touched her face and turned her so he had better access to her neck again. He thought it was a lovely neck.

“I have a blog that I post in” he whispered into her neck. “Just things that I think about, some fiction, some poetry, some fantasy… some erotica.” His tongue flicked her ear lobe. “Not in my own name of course.” He kissed the base of her neck along her collarbone. “I love the internet. I can be completely anonymous there.”

Carrie couldn’t close her mouth. She was stunned by the information and stunned by his attentions. Everyplace he touched was a blaze. Johnny lifted his head and covered her mouth with his. She felt his tongue exploring as his hand continued to travel down the side of her body.

She couldn’t remember the last time she took a breath. She didn’t figure she really needed to breath at this point.

Johnny leaned into her and Carrie reached up to feel his hair. The moment felt surreal to her. Johnny’s hand caressed her breast and he loved how full it felt cupped in his hand. Carrie’s hand tightened at his scalp, tugging a lock of hair. Johnny responded by kissing her more deeply and pinching her nipple. Nope, Carrie thought, this is real.

She had to come up for air or she was going to pass out.

“Wow… is this how you treat all your interviewers?” she asked gasping, trying to not look like a fish out of water.

“Well, no… Not really.” He said, suddenly feeling a little shy.

“I’m surprised you have this much energy at the end of the day… after all the press crap” Carrie needed to sit up and get some kind of perspective on what was happening.

“Yeah…” Johnny spoke quietly, “see, it helps me get through the day, ya know… like these kind of days… well, you know how people say if you’re afraid of speaking in public you should picture your audience in their underwear?”

“Yeah.” she wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

“Well, I don’t even give them underwear... I mean, I hate these things” he continued quickly. “They herd these people in every 10 minutes and they all ask the same inane questions over and over again… so… my mind starts to try to… amuse itself… so, I picture each interviewer naked.” He had a boyish grin on his face. “Sometimes it gets me a little worked up.”

“Did you do that when you saw me?” Carrie was incredulous.
“Um… yeah.”
He moved her hand to his lap and she felt the heat rising from his erection straining against his jeans.
“Guess you liked what you imagined.” Carrie knew it was a silly grin on her face, but she was beyond caring… she had her hand on Johnny Depp’s cock!
“Um… yeah” He looked directly into her eyes. Steady.
“Wanna find out how accurate you were?” Her eyes danced with his.
“Yes.”

His fine dark eyes softened slightly and his lips parted. This time Carrie kissed him. She reached down and hooked her finger into his belt loop and pulled his hips towards hers. The rest of him followed his hips. The heat was palpable between them.

Carrie felt a wetness like she’d never known between her legs. She felt full and ached to have him sliding inside her. He pressed his hard on into her making small thrusting movements as he moved his hand down between her legs. The heat in his hand made her moan.

Johnny leaned into her neck and felt her warmth as he pressed his body against hers. He had been slightly turned on all day and no longer wanted to hold himself back. He let himself be swallowed by primary urges. He could feel her moist heat through her jeans and his cock felt thick and hot between them. He slipped one knee between her legs and parted them as he pressed into the mound between her thighs. She was soft and curvy and he wanted to melt into her.

Carrie let her head fall back spilling over the arm of the couch as Johnny pressed against her sending electricity shooting through her core. She slid her hands down his back feeling the sweet upward curve at the small of his back. She slid her hand under his belt to caress a handful of smooth firm cheek. Johnny felt her hands on his ass and ground his hips into her more firmly. He wanted to feel his body next to hers. Skin against skin. Sweat mingled with sweat.

Carrie was slightly overwhelmed.

Johnny slipped Carrie’s tee shirt off over her head and left a row of kisses between her breasts. He thought her dark nipple tasted delicious as it hardened between his tongue and teeth. Carrie sighed as the wet warmth of his mouth covered her breast. He nuzzled his face under the curve and licked his way across her abdomen to her belly button. She helped him with the button of her jeans but let him slowly pull her pants down in his own time.

“Going commando?” Johnny’s eyes lit up as he saw her dark brown bush appear in the V of her zipper.
“Isn’t that how you pictured me?” Carrie asked with a half smile

He slowly slid her jeans over the swell of her hips and caressed her bottom as he moved them downward. He kissed her hipbones as they emerged from the jeans. Then he centered his attentions. Johnny breathed in the scent of her sex.

“You like smells, don’t you”
“You caught me,” he said as he lowered his face to her pubis and slowly dipped his tongue into her slit. She felt like wet velvet and he savored her taste. There was no other taste in the world like that. He finished removing her jeans and spread her legs apart by kissing the tender underside of her knees and tickling her thighs with his sparse beard as he made his way down to her full outer lips. His fingers held her open so that he could penetrate her deeply with his tongue.

Carrie moaned and pushed up against his mouth and grabbed her knees. She loved the feeling of being totally open and exposed to him She felt full and distended and slick and she adored his tongue. Johnny continued to focus on her pussy as he pushed both thumbs into her wetness while he flicked the pearl of her clit. She shuddered with each movement of his tongue. He wanted to play with her. He wanted to bring her to the brink of orgasm, and then take her back a bit, only to bring her to the edge once again.

Carrie was losing her mind. She had to get some control here or she was never going to find it again. She heard Johnny laugh gently from between her legs and saw his almond eyes sparkling above arrow sharp cheekbones. He was watching her from above her pubic hair. He knows just what he’s doing, she thought as she sat up trembling. She pushed Johnny back to unbutton his shirt.

“Don’t you ever throw anything out?” she laughed kissing his chest. “I know I’ve seen you wear this white shirt in pictures over the last 5 or 6 years!”

“I think you have too much time on your hands if you’ve studied my pictures well enough to remember this shirt” he chided her. Carrie smiled sheepishly.

“And no, I’m an incurable pack rat. The only reason my house doesn’t look like one of those houses… you know, like on TV? Where they come in make the people have a yard sale? That would just about kill me…” Johnny gasped as Carrie licked his small dark nipples. They were ultra sensitive and he felt a direct line of desire coursing from his nipple through his balls.
“The only reason my house doesn’t look like that” he said, catching his breath. “Is because I can afford an army of house keepers.”

Johnny leaned back and let her unbuckle his sideways belt.
“Why do you buckle your belt that way? I notice it’s always off to the left side.”
“Old habit from playing guitar. If you move the buckle to the left it won’t scratch the veneer on the back of your guitar when you play.” Johnny sat up on the couch.
“That’s very practical.” Carrie said as she knelt down on the floor in front of him.

She knelt between his legs, laying kisses across his smooth flat stomach, tasting the salt in his skin. She watched him idly twist the nipples on his deeply tanned chest. The Caribbean sun had been kind to him. She licked the course line of hair starting from his bellybutton leading to the top of his frayed jeans. She didn’t dare tell him that she recognized those jeans too!

Carrie opened his fly and reached inside like a kid with a box of Cracker Jacks. The head of his penis felt smooth and hot to her touch. Johnny moaned and involuntarily lifted his hips toward her touch. It was too much now. She quickly got his jeans down past his knees and didn’t bother to try and wrestle them off his legs. She was too eager to play with her prize.

Johnny kicked his pants off and spread his legs to allow her more room. He watched through half lidded eyes as Carrie grabbed hold of his cock with both hands and started moving them in opposite directions. She gathered some saliva in her mouth and let it drip onto his prick. He watched as the spittle slowly ran down the veined side of his cock. The sensation was amazing and he sighed as she swept her hand up wetting it with the spit. She moved her hands in a hard rock and roll rhythm sucking the velvety head each time it popped through the top of her hand. He felt a little precome rise to the top and was delighted as she quickly lapped it up.

The milky stuff tasted slightly of ammonia and she took as much of his prick into her mouth as she could manage. She felt hungry and sucked and licked her way to the base of his cock. There was a great light musky smell to his testicles. Carrie gave his cock a playful slap as she nuzzled his balls with her tongue.

Johnny moaned in appreciation. He liked being handled just a little rough. And he wondered idly if she had sussed that from some magazine too.

“Do it again.” he said in a low throaty voice. Carrie looked up and gave his cock another resounding slap as she slid her fingers in-between his buttocks.
“Do you like this?” she asked as she pushed lightly into the tight pucker. Johnny’s breath caught in his throat and he slid a little further down on the couch in response to the pressure of her finger. It felt weird and delicious at the same time. Carrie judged his reaction to be a yes and continued to press gently but firmly into his colon as she sucked his cock into her mouth. Johnny’s breath came in short burst as the sensations began to overwhelm him.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he said between gasps.
“Not yet” Cassie said and she released his cock and gently withdrew her finger. “I want you inside me when you do that.”

Johnny groaned, sat up and reached between his legs to hoist Carrie up onto his lap. She straddled his hips and moved his cock to the entrance of her vagina, letting just the head slide in. Johnny bucked up and pushed more of himself into her. He wanted to be totally immersed inside her and feel her slick walls encase his thick prick.

Carrie slowly lowered herself down onto him so she could enjoy every inch of his engorged cock. He felt huge inside her as she ground her bottom in tiny tight circles. It felt like his prick reached into her heart.

Johnny sat up straighter as Carrie continued her lap dance. Her rhythm reminded him of an old Talking Heads song… something about the world moving on a woman’s hips… but his mind wouldn’t let him concentrate on anything but heat and friction. He grabbed her hips and began to move her up and down, impaling her. He raised his hips up to meet hers as she responded to his thrusts. Her breasts bounced deliciously as she moved and he covered one sweet nipple with his mouth and let the other one bounce in his hand.

Johnny’s smattering of beard tickled her breast as he kissed Carrie’s chest. He looked into her eyes and she felt herself getting closer to the edge. She held his gaze and moved his hand down to her slit. His touch sent her over and her muscles squeezed him in an ancient rhythm as she moaned in mindlessness. Nothing but the feel of Johnny’s cock filling her, his hips pushing it into her, his hands touching her, his eyes watching her as her orgasm grew out of control.

Johnny thrust harder into her as he watched her come. He grabbed her rear as he forced her down onto his cock with increasingly intense thrusts. He felt fire in his testicles as they tightened and readied him for sweet release. His head pressed back into the couch, air caught in his throat and was transformed into a growl as his body jerked and stiffened and liquid warmth spread throughout his body and mind. Carrie continued to slowly grind against him, making his orgasm linger. Wetness overflowed onto his now empty balls making them slick.

As their frantic movements began to recede and the pleasure of their bodies dissolved into euphoria, Carrie slid to one side and snuggled under Johnny’s armpit. He moaned when her movement made him slip out of her, and then he laughed.

“Woody Allen was right” Johnny said as he caught his breath. “This is the most fun you can have without laughing.”

Carrie smiled and wiped a mist of sweat off his smooth hairless chest. She kissed his jaw, and counted the freckles on his cheek.

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Carrie sat at her desk staring at the blank word document screen on her computer. She hated that screen. She hated the beige color. She hated all the little doodads along the top bar. She hated the little vertical curser line. It’s constant blinking trying to guilt her into some kind of action. She really hated the seemingly insurmountable expanse of blank white space in the center of the screen.

She’d been staring at it for hours now. She had eaten her lunch in front of it. She had gone for a pee break and it was still blank when she got back. She made faces at it. She got up, twirled around three times and said the magic words, and it was still blank. She threw little suction cup darts at it.

It was mocking her… and she knew it.

She wanted to write the interview his most passionate fans would want to read and all she could think to write was…

~ He has an unusually vivid imagination. The belt buckle is a musician’s trick. His house needs to be professionally cleaned. His sunroom has great acoustics. He posts erotica on the web. He has 16 freckles on the right side of his face. He smells like summer… and he fucks like a man possessed. ~

She smiled, deleted it, and continued to stare at the blank screen.

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