Laurel's Tiring Audition Part II
 

Laurel Cassidy awoke to sun rays in her face. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a bed. It was extra luxurious with satin sheets and thousand dollar pillows. She looked around and saw the bedroom itself was just as fancy with it's exotic plants, artwork and knickknacks. She wondered how she got here. She remembers getting really sleepy in Tony's car but that is all. Then she had a horrifying thought. Did she fall asleep on him?

"Oh my god. I must'a fell asleep. He must think I'm a waste of his time. Now I'll probably never get that part." Laurel said, disgusted with herself. I can't believe he let me sleep at his house overnight. I have to find him." she continued.

Laurel made her way down a hall way and saw Tony sitting at a table sipping coffee and reading the Wall street Journal. "Mr. Newman I am so sorry. I am so embarrassed. Can you forgive me? I just got so tired last night. I won't blame you if you choose not to have the audition. I know you are very busy and that last night was probably my window." She said, sorrowfully.

Tony quickly looked up. "Nonsense girl. We can do it today. If you have time. You're right about one thing though. You really were tired. You didn't move or wake at all when I put you in the bed. A rock you were." Tony said smiling.

Laurel was relieved. He didn't seem to be mad.

"Tell you what, if you are free for the day and night,. why don't you stay here and I'll show you around the compound. It includes a private beach. We can work on the script tonight."

"Well. I don't know about staying again but... I'll think about it. I better call a friend of mine though and tell her she may have to come get me. But I will tell her to call late tonight and if I don't answer than that means I am staying and she won't have to come."

"Whatever you like Ms Cassidy." Tony says cheerfully.

Laurel makes the call then says, "Ok show me that beach."

*******

Later that evening they return to the house. "I had a fabulous time today Tony." Laurel says grinning.

"Good. Would you like to take a shower before we start?" Tony ask.

"You wouldn't mind?" She replied.

"No. Just go ahead and pick out a robe to put on. I should have your size. I keep clothes around for lady guest and I think you qualify." he says, playfully.

"Thanks." Laurel answers. She picks out an emerald green satin robe and then goes into the bathroom.

A little while later she emerges wearing the robe. Her hair as been blown dry "Why don't we work in the bedroom." Tony suggest.

"Suits me. That bed is comfortable. You can't join though." She says winking.

"Of course not. Wouldn't dream of it."

Laurel climbs on the bed and Tony sits in a nearby leather chair. She then begins to recite lines from the script that pertain to her would be character. "Hi. My name is Laina and I'm an attorney. I am representing a number of clients in a class action lawsuit against your company. You can drag this out in court for as long as you like but I will fight you to the very last!"

Tony was pleasantly surprised at how powerfully she delivered her lines. They were full of emotion and realism. "That was great." he said.

"Thanks." Laurel said, as she suddenly began to yawn. "Whew. I'm getting sleepy it must be getting late. I think I'll just go home when my friend calls." She says.

"Whatever you are comfortable with." Tony answers. After this, they continue the scene.

While doing this, Tony keeps a watchful eye on Laurel, she is sitting on the bed, with her legs folded under her. Over time her attentiveness seems to dull. Her line delivery slows and she is holding the script rather loosely now. It is resting mostly on the bed. Also her head is slowly dropping forward and her eyes are severely drooped, if not closed. She might be going. Tony thinks to himself.

He decides to do a test. "Laurel why don't we take it again from the top?"

Laurel's head jerks when you speak. "What? Oh... Ok?" Mmm-my name issss Laaaina and I'mmm annn attorney. I am... I..."

Tony saw Laurel's eyes trying to roll as she read the page. Just like they had in the car. He continued listening to the actress struggle, while getting up and moving to set with her on the bed. Laurel is still trying to finish her line. "I'mmm rrrreprrrresening a numberrrrofff cllliiiients." She gets about half way through and then her words fall off.

By this time Tony has sat down on the bed in front of Laurel. Her head and shoulders are swaying and her hands now just lay on the script book. He steadies that lolling head between his hands and speaks. "Laurel? How you feeling hun." Tony says, running his hands through her thick, gorgeous locks.

"Mmmmmmm... Sssleeeepy..."

"Sleepy huh. What's made you so sleepy?"

"Issss laaaate..." She answers drowsily.

"No. It's the robe sweetheart."

"Thhhe rrrrobe..." Laurel slurs, as her eyes roll back druggingly.

"Yeah. I sprayed the inside of the robe with a sedating compound and the garment allowed it to soak into the pores of your skin." Tony continued.

"Whaa mmmm?..." Laurel murmurs.

"Now what say we try a romantic scene." Tony says starting to kiss the knap of the actress's neck.

"Hhhey... Sssstop... What're yooou? Uuuuuhhhh..."

Laurel is becoming a little unruly now, so Tony pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and douses it with some chloroform. Then presses it to the actress's face. "No. No... Mmmmmmmpppphhhh... Mmmmmmmpppphhhh..." Still weak from the other drug, her head quickly begins to fall back, her torso arching with it. Her eyes begin rolling around beautifully, while her fending arms quickly fall to her side.

"Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmmmuuuuuuuhhhhhhh..." With a final grand groan, Laurel's body and mind wilt in submission. You spend time running your hands up her back and chest, feeling her sweet warmth. You lose track of time and soon she starts to murmur and stir "Mmmuuuhhh... Whas goiiing on?..." You quickly try to get on top of the situation.

"You fell asleep and appeared to be having a very bad dream."

"Mmmmm... I wasss. It was awful. Ohhhh... I'm sooootiiiirrred..." Laurel's cell begins to ring while she is slurring. Even in her drugged state she is able to pick it up and hold it barely. "I neeeedtoooo annnssswerrr that. Isss ppprrrolly my rrrriiiide hhhome..."

"Aww... Let it ring for a moment and lean up against me." Tony says.

Laurel groans in a protesting tone, as she is pulled into the man's chest but offers little else in the way of resistance. "Noooo... I wannagooo..."

"There doesn't that feel more comfortable Laurel? You sure you don't wanna stay?" He ask, while stroking the limp girl's hair. The phone is still ringing, as she responds.

"Noooo... I cannn't..."

"Sure you can. Come on babe. Drop the phone." Tony says, trying to woo her. He feels her body become even more lifeless and heavy against him. He knows she is on her way back to dream land. She whimpers a couple times, as he watches the ringing phone fall from her fingers and onto the bed. "That'a girl Laurel. Go to sleep." He says, still petting her head. Once the phone stops, he can hear the actress snoring softly and knows she is in the deepest of sleep.

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