Better than nothing

The side gate of thr garden opened and Emma Watson stepped cautiously out. Still barefoot, but now with a yellow towel wrapped around herself, the british beauty left the laughter of the pool party behind as she carried on with her challenge.

Her deception had not lasted long once other people in the pool had got a look at her, she was after all one of the most famous actresses in the world and currently appearing on one of the top-rated TV programmes, but in exchange for a handful of private photos they had agreed to let her keep the towel, although it barely extended from her breasts to crotch, and she had to keep one hand on it at all times to stop it falling open.

She wished she had persuaded them to give her a pair of shoes as well, but she dreaded to think what they would have wanted from her for them, so she continued with bare feet, looking around her as she walked up the street and towards a more commercial part of town. She had not dried off since leaving the pool, using the towel purely for coverage, so her brown hair sat wet on her shoulders and she shivered as the evening air hit her damp skin. She wondered if the producers of the show were covered if she or one of the other Emmas caught a cold.

Reaching a corner, Emma poked her head around. It was not rush-hour, but there were still enough people around to make this very embarrassing. Emma quickly crossed to the edge of the road, ducking between parked cars. She moved carefully, peeking above the vehicles and then hurrying to the next one when she thought no one was looking in her direction. She was managing to move unseen, but not quickly, and she was aware the other two had a head start on her, even if she was still taking a short cut.

It may have been her desire to speed up that cost her some caution, as she was halfway between two cars when a voice called out, "what are you doing there?"

Emma turned to the voice, saw a man on the pavement looking at her.

"I was... er..." Emma blushed.

"What were you doing to my car?"

"Nothing... just..." Emma saw she was attracting more attention, people looking over at the exchange and taking interest in the girl wearing a towel.

"Leave my car alone."

"Yes, absolutely, sorry." Emma gulped, standing up to avoid the vehicle in question.

At that moment a bus sped past behind Emma, snagging the towel and whipping it off, leaving her stood naked again.