Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

"Martin, you wrote a new script?" The women around the table perked up, curiosity piqued.

Scarlett glanced at Lindsay.

Lindsay shook her head. "I don't know, I didn't see it. I just got upstairs and got… distracted."

Jessica waved her hand excitedly. "Yeah, Martin wrote a script called Gravity. It's a one-woman show about a female astronaut. I saw it first, and I'm calling dibs—nobody steal it!"

"Don't you have Divergent?" Scarlett asked. "Martin, let me take a look at the script later."

Jessica panicked. "No way, darling Scarle! You've got the Iron Man series, and Martin's about to shoot The Avengers with a role for you. Don't fight me for this!"

Jessica pouted, turning on the charm.

Then she added, "I'm passing on Divergent. Whoever wants that teenage role can have it. I'm set on Gravity."

The women collectively shuddered.

Nicole shot Jessica a glare. "Keep it down, you'll scare little Connor."

"Oops!" Jessica shrank back.

For some reason, since giving birth, Nicole had increasingly taken on the "head wife" vibe. Was it because she'd leveled up to "mother" status?

Scarlett smirked mischievously. "Fine, I won't steal it. Just teasing. I can't do Divergent either—I'm not into playing schoolgirls. How about you, Lindsay?"

Lindsay shook her head. "I'm taking a break for a bit. I've got plans with Rachel McAdams and Amanda Seyfried to hit Hawaii."

If the actresses outside, clawing for roles, knew these women were casually passing around Martin's scripts, they'd lose their minds with envy.

Jessica piped up, "Why not give the Divergent role to Alexandra Daddario? She's got free time lately."

After their Prague trip, Jessica and Alexandra had bonded, often hanging out in their downtime.

Martin thought it over. Alexandra's image fit Beatrice in Divergent perfectly—no need to tweak the character's age. With her youthful face, Alexandra could easily pull off a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old, despite her… generous assets.

Big curves on teenage girls weren't uncommon in Hollywood, after all. Alexandra herself had been notably endowed at that age.

Her delicate features meant she could still play seventeen or eighteen even as she neared thirty.

Plus, since joining Martin's circle, Alexandra hadn't landed a breakout role despite steady work. Divergent's Beatrice could be her shot.

"Alright," Martin nodded. "Divergent goes to Alexandra."

"Yes!" Jessica pumped her fist, too excited to eat. "I'm calling her with the good news!"

As Jessica bolted off, Scarlett grinned slyly. "She does know Martin hasn't actually confirmed her for Gravity, right? What if I snatched it now?"

"She'd murder you," Lindsay said, slicing into her tenderloin.

"Why don't you try?" Blake chimed in, ever the chaos instigator.

Scarlett mentally sized up her "combat strength" against Jessica's, then laughed magnanimously. "Nah, I'll let it go. She really loves that role."

Lindsay cackled like a hen laying eggs. "Scarle, you're totally scared. Jessica's been training hard to keep her action-star persona—gym sessions, fight choreography, the works."

"Scared? Me?" Scarlett huffed, pride stung. "I'm training too. I'm Black Widow, hello!"

Despite her words, Jessica had years of fight training under her belt, while Scarlett, the artsy type, was a newbie to the "action girl" scene, still mastering the basics.

When Jessica returned from her call, Lindsay opened her mouth. "Jessy, Scarle—"

She was cut off by a mouthful of steak. "Mmm, so good!"

"What about Scarlett?" Jessica asked, confused.

Scarlett laughed awkwardly. "Nothing, just saying I'm definitely not stealing Gravity."

Lindsay's eyes widened.

Blake and Heather collapsed in giggles.

Nicole, done eating, was off feeding the baby.

"Really? Thanks!" Jessica beamed, then frowned at Heather and Blake. "What's so funny?"

Scarlett jumped in. "Oh, Lindsay told a joke earlier."

Lindsay's eyes bugged out again.

"A joke just now and you're only laughing now? Slow much?" Jessica teased.

Lindsay couldn't hold it in anymore. A speck of steak sprayed out, landing on Martin's handsome face.

Martin's expression crumpled. What did i do to deserve this?

The table erupted in laughter.

After dinner, when Scarlett read the Gravity script, her laughter faded.

"Damn it, I should've fought Jessica for it. This script is incredible—so much room to shine in a one-woman show…"

"No take-backs!" Jessica warned from the side.

"I know, I know!" Scarlett shot her a mock glare.

Martin gave each of their backsides a playful smack. "Alright, you two, go wait for me in the bedroom with Lindsay. I'm sketching some storyboards first."

Scarlett and Jessica exchanged a glance and obediently left.

Meanwhile, in a North Hollywood apartment, Gal Gadot sipped red wine, watching Yaron on the couch, making moves on a pillow.

If this keeps up, we'll need to replace every pillow in the house. Such a waste.

She glanced at Yaron, still going at it.

But it's kinda hilarious.

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[TL/N: The last part reminded me of years ago when one of my dad's dogs started humping the teddy bear my brother-in-law gave to my oldest sister infront of him, that's also the day when the dog loses his balls.]