“Emma Watson”

You laugh, then quickly swallow your laughter, realizing that it’s not a joke. Its really not a joke. But you can’t fathom that it’s really real.

Lexi gives you a wink.

Even later that night, as Lexi pushes Carrie’s mouth down on your cock, then slips her own tongue down to glide across your scrotum, your taint, and your asshole, you can’t help but find yourself preoccupied with the possibility of something, anything at all happening with Emma tomorrow.

The irony isn’t lost on you. You asked Carrie for a threesome. And you’re currently having your first, two beautiful, eater women, making a meal of your body, and you’re more than a little distracted.

You know that the moment with Emma will come quicker than you can imagine.

And then suddenly you’re at a very fancy French restaurant, feeling out of place somewhere that’s not a sports bar or a dive bar, dressed in a suit with Carrie and Lexi also I’m very professional looking suits.

Lexi hands you a business card for W.A.S: Women Against Shame, whatever that means and Carrie gives you some direction.

“Let is do the talking. No offense, but Emma’s not going to want to hear from the man in the group, right?”

You’d be offended at the lack of confidence, but she had a point. Also she and Lexi are clearly geniuses of perversion, so might as well let them play their game.

Or as Lexi whispers “Talk less now, fuck more later.”

And suddenly there she is, Emma, walking through the door, looking amazing, making no attempt to be sexy (why would she for this meeting?) but making your cock twitch all the same.

Damn she’s magnificent.

Lexi waves her over. She shakes Lexi’s hand, then Carrie’s hand, then yours. Her skin is soft, her hand so petite and fragile. If her hand leaves this impression on you, you can’t even imagine what’s to come. Then again, neither can she.

After some initial “thank you so much for meeting with us.” “Oh my pleasure.” Stuff, Lexi makes her pitch.

“What Women Against Shame represents is the idea that to truly be feminist forward, we must be sex-positive, advance the idea that a woman’s sexual choices are a point of pride, not shame. Too frequently, female sexual empowerment is hidden under the facade of privacy, but what is it really?”

Carrie answers “Shame.”

You wonder if they’ve practiced this.

Lexi continues, “Exactly. Shame. But I’m not ashamed of all the sex I have. Are you?”

Carrie answers intently “No”

Emma clears her throat and flashes a timid little smirk. “Um, no.”

“So it’s no longer enough to say we’re not ashamed, we need to shout our pride from the rooftops. Understand?”

Emma furrows her pretty brow. “I’m... not sure.”

Carrie leans in, “Let’s do a little empowerment exercise. Let’s share our boldest sexual experiences.”

You see Emma’s face immediately blush. And you realize what a brilliant plan this is. Right off the bat, they’re testing her wholesomeness. They really are geniuses.”

“I’ll go first.” Carrie says. “I love orgies. Group fucking is just the best. Three or four people is great. Twenty or thirty is even better. And why not? It’s my right to do so.”

Emma takes a deep breath.

“My turn” Lexi says, running right over Emma’s clear discomfort. “I have a brother, a real sexy bastard. I used to spy on him as a teen, watch him stroke his giant cock, watch him fuck his girlfriends. One time, long after he’d fallen to sleep, I snuck into his room, pulled a used condom out of the trash, went back to my room and just slurped it up.”

“Jesus” Emma declares. She can’t help herself.

“I’m not ashamed.” Lexi says proudly. “Now your turn.”

Emma winces. “Oh... I... couldn’t.”

“Don’t be ashamed.” Carrie insists. And you realize you’re about hear some amazing details. Your cock gets thick.

Emma stumbles over her words. “No... I just... can’t compare.”

Lexi reaches over and comfortingly cups Emma’s hands. “Go ahead sweetie. No more judging. That’s the point.”

Emma takes another deep breath. “Well, I mean, one time I had this dream... when you’re famous people always want you to entertain them. And I had this dream that I was going to a party. And I got there and the people were like. ‘You’re our entertainment tonight’ and I politely refused but they said ‘no, you don’t understand what type of party this is. You’re the entertainment, now strip’” Emma’s face is red and flush.

“Then what?” Carrie asks, clearly trying to suppress her own arousal.

Emma smiles politely “I woke up. So... nothing. But I do think about it often when I... you know...”

“No shame!” Lexi declares.

Emma lowers her voice. “Having a rub.”

Carrie gives you a glance. You wonder if she thinks this proves her point that all celebrities are sluts or yours that wholesome ones exist. Because if that’s the best Emma can do, you feel quite validated.

“Now don’t you feel a sense of freedom?” Lexi asks Emma.

And Emma sits up straight, comporting herself. “You know, I do.”

Lexi slides a piece of paper to Emma. “This is a list of celebrities helping us with our campaign by sharing their proud experiences. We’d love to add you to the list.”

You glance over, curious who’s on the list, before remembering that it’s all made up. This is all completely made up. It’s an elaborate manipulation. And you still don’t feel bad about it.

“If you’d like you can elaborate on that particular fantasy.” Carrie says “number of men. Number of women. Places they put their..”

Emma coughs loudly on a sip of water, interrupting her.

“Look.” Lexi goes on, “if you’re not ready to talk about all this in public, let’s take this meeting to my place. It’s just down the street. We have more elaborate plans we can show you.”

You think there’s no way Emma will agree to that, but Lexi and Carrie have a special power: charm, persuasion, temptation, and within moments you’re heading back to Lexi’s and Emma is following.

“Well that went perfectly.” Lexi says.

You arrive just moments before Emma, wondering if Lexi does have more paperwork here, wondering how far she can take this ruse.

You’ve just kicked off your shoes when Emma arrives at the door.

Lexi opens it for her.

“Nice place” She says.

“I’m sure it can’t compare to an actress’s” Lexi says unassumingly.

“Please, it’s lovely. No need to...” But Emma stops. Because Lexi has stopped her, body blocking her in the front hallway.

Lexi looks her up and down, then says it. “Now that you’re here, you’re going to be our entertainment tonight.

Emma’s mouth drops. She blushes again. She clears her throat after a long silence. “I’m not... that’s not what I meant to...”

Lexi places her hand on Emma’s shoulder. “Look, sweetie, I think you know you want to do this. I think you know you’re going to do this. We all know it.”

“I can’t.” Emma barely squeaks out.

“Of course you can. That’s why you’re here. Now if it’s part of your fun to resist the whole time, we’ll gladly play along. But first we’re going to need you to strip.”

Emma gazes at her in shock. Then at Carrie. Then at you. It’s just the four of you. And the next move is hers.