Today is my first day working as Harriet Hayes' assistant on the set of Studio 60. There was something about Harriet which I didn't like, probably the homophobia accusations in the media. I'm a lesbian myself, and her comments hurt me. Before that, I was a huge fan of Harriet. In fact, she was my celebrity crush - she's beautiful. I need this job though, BADLY, so I'll push through my discomfort.
I ran into the office 5 minutes late, apologising profusely to Danny. "It's fine, just don't do it again", he said sternly, turning his attention to the door where Harriet emerged, her gorgeous blonde hair curled to perfection.
"Harriet, this is-"
"Y/n", she interrupted Danny. "Yes, I've been expecting you", she smiled her warm smile which sent chills through my body. I smiled back plainly, ensuring my professionalism, which I'm sure Harriet took to be coldness as her smile faded.
"Well, y/n, I'll show you around. Follow me", she continues, leading me to the set and introducing me to the cast.
~ Time skip, later that day ~
I returned from my lunch break when I bumped into Matt who seemed stressed. "You! Y/n! Where is Harriet?"
"Um, I'm not sure. I believe she's in her dressing roo-" Matthew stopped me before I could finish.
"Go get her! She's needed on set. NOW".
I scurried towards Harriet's dressing room. I'd already pissed Danny off today by being late, I didn't need Matt thinking I was useless too. I knocked quietly on Harriet's dressing room door, afraid to anger her. No response. Half expecting her not to be there, I walked in to the room still calling for her. "Harriet, Matt wants you on set and it sounds urg-"
I was interrupted by a gasp.
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"Oh my! Harriet, I'm so sorry! I-"
Her shock turned to laughter. "Oh it's only you!" she chuckled, looking down to hide her reddening cheeks, her bare chest still exposed.
"I'm sorry, Harriet, I'll leave you to dress. Matt needs you on set when you're ready". I turned to leave, feeling my own cheeks becoming pink. Harriet noticed of course.
"Y/n wait! You don't have to be embarrassed. We do costume changes all the time on set". She walked towards me now, taking me by the hands. I backed away, and Harriet's eyes welled up for a moment.
After a moment of silence, which felt like an eternity, Harriet spoke again. "Why don't you like me?" She questioned, now putting on her robe.
"Harriet, it's not that I don't like you. I just... Well... I've read the reports". She looked at me, puzzled.
"The reports. You know. I'm gay, Harriet, and you're homophobic. I'm sorry, I need this job, but I won't pretend to be someone I'm not. So if you need me to resign, I'll go. I'll go now because I-"
Harriet's lips crashed into mine in a passionate frenzy, her hands finding their way to my hips. I was powerless against her, this was a moment I could never see coming, but now it was here I never wanted it to end. A million questions ran through my mind, each being silenced by Harriet's deep kisses before they could leave my mouth.
"Harriet, what is this? I thought you were straight? I don't understand", I uttered.
"You can ask me all the questions you like after", she whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine, "but first, I want you to fuck me".
~ A/N ~ Hope this is okay... I will write part 2 tomorrow if anyone is interested. That will contain the smut all you Sarah stans are waiting for 😌
