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Remotely Amanda Peet

By Geminix

Author's Notes: Comments welcome. E-mail me at gem1nix@excite.com,
I lurk no more!

After the cancellation of Jack and Jill and the success of The Whole Nine Yards, Amanda Peet was having a slow time. "Saving Silverman," "Changing Lanes," and "Two Ninas" were challenging parts, but they were small parts, and the movies didn't exactly break down the box office. When the producers of her latest movie, "High Crimes," wanted her to go on a publicity tour, she was happy to.

As Amanda stepped out of the car, she felt someone touch her arm, but when she turned, there was no one there. Her shoulder felt strange, but when she down looked at it, everything looked normal.

"Is everything all right, Amanda?" Her publicist said, waiting to get out of the car.

"Sorry, I thought I saw someone." She moved out of the way and let the other woman stand up. They had pulled up at the back of the movie theater. She was going to meet the fans, pose for a few pictures, sign a few autographs, that kind of thing. Amanda rubbed her shoulder.

Her publicist and bodyguard ushered her into the theater and got her set up. She met the contest winner who had won the privilege of sitting with her for the preview of the movie. He seemed like a nice guy, but he kept asking about a tattoo.

"I don't have a tattoo," She explained, slightly annoyed. "Tattoos make women look slutty."

He laughed at this. She shrugged and let it drop.

Some reporters from local newspapers had shown up and wanted some pictures. They evidently picked up on the tattoo thing, because they brought it up too. She decided to just smile coyly and let them think what they wanted to.

"Who's Neil?" One of them asked.

She looked at him and said, "I don't know any Neil, I'm dating Brian Van Holt." The reporter just smirked and snapped another picture.

After the pictures, she sat and signed some autographs. She was getting tired of the whole tattoo thing. As she was signing autographs, a man walked up who she thought she recognized. He was in his thirties, about 5'10" with sandy hair. At first she thought he was holding something strange in his hand, but then realized it was just a fancy cell phone.

"Do I know you?" She said, smiling at him.

"I don't know, I'm Neil Merritt, I'm staying at the Downtown Hilton, room 541. Do you know any Neils?"

"I-I guess I was mistaken," She rubbed her shoulder nervously. She didn't know why he had given her his hotel room number, but she finished signing the photo. She signed his photo, See you tonight, Amanda Peet, then she kissed it, leaving a lipstick print by her autograph. As he walked away, she suddenly realized what she had done. Why had she done it?

Things proceeded normally after that. She sat through the special preview of the movie with the contest winner. She gave him a peck on the cheek, thanked him for being such a big fan, and wished him well.

She had just enough time to change clothes and make an appearance at a charity benefit for the local Arts and Humanities Council.

She had been excited about the benefit earlier because her boyfriend was going to be there. As she arrived, however she found her feelings cooling. First of all, Brian was late. Then he made a comment about her outfit. True, it was a bit more revealing than she usually wore, but she felt like wearing it tonight. She didn't like him criticizing her clothes.

After that, she decided to give him the cold shoulder. She moved about the room, flirting outrageously with every guy in the room. It wasn't difficult, with the dress she was wearing, every male eye in the room was watching her. She enjoyed the attention, and especially enjoyed how jealous Brian was getting.

She was a little concerned when she saw him glare at her and leave, but she was enjoying herself too much to go after him. She'd let him stew for a few days, then call him and make up. He wouldn't break up with her just because she flirted a little at a party.

An hour or so later, the party was becoming boring. True, she was getting lots of attention from the guys at the party, but none of them really interested her. Her watch beeped-why was the alarm set?-then she remembered, she needed to meet someone.

She rushed out to her limousine. When she got in, there was a box in the back seat. An outfit for her to change into for her meeting.

"Where to, Ms. Peet? Your hotel room?" The driver asked.

"N-no. I need to go to the Downtown Hilton. I'm meeting someone." The driver nodded. He pulled out from the curb and drove away.

Amanda changed into the outfit. It consisted of a white blouse and a leather miniskirt with matching high heels. The box contained no underwear, so she knew she shouldn't wear any. She couldn't have worn a bra with that blouse. It was see-thru and had a gap at the cleavage that exposed most of her breasts. The leather skirt just barely covered her crotch and ass cheeks.

Normally, she would never wear such an outfit, but she new it was necessary for her meeting-her meeting with Neil. She touched up her makeup as the limousine pulled up in front of the hotel.

As she walked through the lobby of the hotel, she could feel every eye on her. The way she was dressed, anyone who didn't recognize her probably thought she was a hooker. For some reason, this aroused her. Her nipples became erect and she felt her moisture between her legs.

"How do I find room 541?" She asked at the desk. A short, mousy-looking assistant manager was behind the counter. He didn't answer at first, his gaze fixed on her breasts, which were eye-level for him.

"T-take the elevators over there to the fifth floor, room 541 will be halfway down the hallway to the North, M-ms. Peet." She turned toward the elevators and smiled. The guy was about to cum in his pants!

By the time she made it into the elevators, she was really feeling horny. Alone in the elevator, she put a hand in her blouse and rubbed her nipples. She couldn't resist reaching under the short skirt and fingering herself for a minute.

When she made it to the Fifth floor, she was having trouble walking normally. She tried to keep her hands off herself as she walked down the corridor in case she ran into another guest.

She knocked on the door at room 541, and when a voice said, "Come in," she was aroused even more. The voice was so sexy.

She walked in the room and saw the man from the autograph signing earlier that day. Neil-Neil Merritt-that was his name.

"How's my little slut doing, Amanda?" He asked. At hearing the word "slut," Amanda came. She almost fell over, the orgasm was so intense.

"I'm Neil's Slut." She smiled at this. For some reason, she liked the sound of it. She did a turn, showing off the outfit she had worn for him. "Do you like my outfit, Neil? Everybody in the hotel lobby thinks I'm a hooker. I'm such a slut!"

"Very nice, Amanda. You really do look like a slut." Neil smiled as another orgasm hit Amanda.

"Why don't you get out of those clothes and we can adjourn to the Jacuzzi?"

Amanda nodded and stripped out of her clothes. When she turned back around to Neil, he was holding his cell phone again and pointed it at her. She gasped as her breasts grew. For some reason, this seemed normal, and she cupped her breasts, proud of their new size. They weren't huge, but they were full, with big protruding nipples and light pink areolas.

She got in the Jacuzzi, her large tits buoyant in the water. When Neil sat on the edge of the tub, she moved over and started giving him a blowjob. When he was hard, she slid it between her new tits.

When she left the hotel room early the next morning, her breasts were back to normal. She rubbed her shoulder, thinking that there should be something there besides a red smudge. She kissed Neil goodbye, then walked toward the elevators.

As she walked through the lobby, her memories of the last few hours were becoming blurred.

She saw the assistant manager from last night behind the counter, talking to another man. "See, there she is! Amanda Peet! I'd recognize her anywhere-I saw "The Whole Nine Yards" five times."

"Yeah, right, Amanda Peet just happens to show up in our hotel, dressed like a hooker." The other man said, skeptically. "Besides, you said she went to room 541, right? Well look at the bookings-Room 541 wasn't occupied last night. What do you think she did, break into an empty room? Now forget about it, go have breakfast and get some sleep."

THE END?

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