Celeb Fun

The plush white couch swallowed Rebel Wilson in a luxurious embrace, a playful counterpoint to the controlled chaos of the film set around them. Lights hummed, crew members moved with a silent efficiency, and the air crackled with the anticipation of a live interview. Rebel, however, looked utterly at ease, a mischievous glint in her eye as the interviewer, a sleek, immaculately dressed man named Jack, adjusted his earpiece.

“We fade in on Rebel sitting on a couch in her apartment.” Jack’s voice, smooth and professional, began the pre-recorded opening. Then, his live voice picked up. "We're talking to one of Australia's biggest stars, Rebel Wilson. Welcome" He says as the audience cheers on for her.

“Oh yes I get the reference there,” Rebel cut in, a throaty chuckle escaping her lips, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She leaned back, a picture of confident ease.

“Rebel Wilson. How are you today?” Jack smiled, unfazed by the interruption.

“Great.” Rebel’s voice was a purr, laced with genuine warmth.

“Puns about you attended, you are one of the most popular BBWs in the movies right now.” Jack’s delivery was matter-of-fact, betraying no judgment, only professional observation.

“Yeah, you should see how my website is doing.” Rebel winked, a sly grin spreading across her face. “It’s like a stampede.”

“I understand you’ve always been popular with the guys, even in your younger years.” Jack continued, flipping a page on his notepad.

“I had several male admirers.” Rebel considered this, her gaze distant for a moment before snapping back, sharp and intelligent. “Well, you know, it’s all in how you own it. Regardless of how you look, if I act like the hottest thing on the planet, guys’ll wanna fuck me.” She punctuated the last word with a confident nod, a truth universally acknowledged in her world.

“It’s not just the guys, either. You’ve done a few girl on girl scenes with actresses who specifically requested to work with you.” Jack’s tone was intriguing.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve had some enthusiastic co-stars, both of them.” Rebel’s smile broadened, a hint of genuine pleasure in her eyes. “Some of those girls, they really know how to get into it.”

“Any you’d like to work with?”

“I’d do another scene with Anna Kendrick.” Rebel said it without hesitation, a wistful note in her voice.

“You did do that one scene with her. That was hot! I rewatched those scenes over and over. Jack's enthusiasm was palpable.

“Thanks. That girl is so nasty! Know how to make a good sex scene” Rebel leaned forward conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a stage whisper, though it was perfectly audible. “Proper filthy.”

“So, you like nasty, huh?” Jack’s eyebrow rose, a playful challenge in his tone.

“Fuck yes I do. We all do. Well you have to be very nasty and sexual in this business.” Rebel laughed, a rich, full sound that filled the studio. Her gaze drifted, a thoughtful expression replacing her earlier mirth. “Margot Robbie, I'm ready to work with her.”

“Yes, you're an Aussie native!” Jack exclaimed, picking up on the connection immediately.

“I’d love to do a three-way with her one day” Rebel practically purred the words, a vivid image clearly playing out in her mind. “I’ve seen much of her hardcore work; that lady can ride dicks real good! It makes wish I was there fucking all of her co-stars on and off set.” She shook her head in mock sympathy, a devilish glint in her eyes.

“I have a feeling the two of you together would make a good threeway scene in your next movie.” Jack mused, a genuine laugh escaping him.

Rebel laughed, a hearty, uninhibited sound. “Yes we would” She let the word hang in the air, a delicious promise of chaos and pleasure.