Emma meets Liam and gets star-struck

Liam just waved the woman off, before facing the door and pressing the penthouse bell. There was a bit of a wait before he heard a response.

"Yes, who's there?" A familiar English female voice spoke over the intercom.

"Ms. Watson it's me, Liam."

"Who? Who are you? I don't know any Liam. Go away." She said dismissively.

"Ms. Watson. It's Liam. That, Liam." Liam repeated his words with more intent, emphasizing his name.

There was a bit of silence on the other side of the door, before finally she responded, "Liam... Liam as in..." Her voice sounded much softer and nervous, almost muted by her hands or her own anxiety. "You are him? From the-"

"Yes. If you don't believe me check the door camera." Liam flashed a smile at the camera of her penthouse. After another long pause, the sound of unlocking could be heard, and then the door was opened, revealing a woman standing on the other side. The Emma Watson herself.

"Mr. Liam. You are truly Liam. Oh my gosh." She opened the door wider for Liam, letting him enter as she stood on her side to let him through. Liam took a step and walked into her penthouse room, glancing around and nodding at her before she continued, closing and locking her door as he passed. "I thought, I thought you were just a rumor. Well, we all know you're real since the Universal Realization Event, but..."

She stuttered her words out in disbelief, "I thought... I thought I wouldn't ever meet you. I- I am... honored to meet you Mr. Liam." She said, her lips nervous and her voice trembling a bit as she talked, she could barely hold eye contact as she spoke to Liam.

"And I thought I'd be the nervous one to meet such a Hollywood star." Liam rubbed his hair while chuckling at the irony of the situation, a world renowned celeb like Emma Watson being the one star struck to meet him, "Please call me Liam, Mr. Liam is a bit too formal." He smiled at her.

"S-Sorry, right, Liam, but you... you know... I just... I just never expected I'd meet you in the flesh, I-in real life! And here I am... Oh, do you need to sit or... Can I get you a drink or a snack?" Emma offered with her nervous but giddy smile.

Her hand shook a bit as she pointed out her couch to offer him a seat. Giving him any other thing in the penthouse to help make his stay a little bit better. Liam walked over to the couch and sat down on one end and just let his weight down on it.

"Oh I won't hassle you with busy work like that, but how about we continue our talk while I use your back as my foot rest?" Liam asked as if he was asking her for a glass of water, instead of asking one of the most prominent feminist celebrities to use her as an object to rest his legs on.

Emma stood still at Liam's suggestion as he sat on her couch. "You... want to... rest your feet?" Her words slowly came out, trying to process such a bizarre and demeaning thing Liam asked of her, yet something in her body, her mind, nay, her soul told her what a great opportunity it is.

Her eyes stared blankly at Liam's legs as she stood frozen. Everything in her was compelling her to do it right now, how it would make her happy. How if she immediately walked over, bent herself onto all-fours and let Liam use her back as his foot rest, it wouldn’t be a demeaning experience, somehow. How being used like that by him was such a privilege no sane woman could refuse, no matter how degrading it was for a woman of her stature. She was a feminist and she had worked and campaigned to fight and eliminate any and all **** women faced from men. Her mindset of pride and drive that she built for years as one of the biggest feminist stars and campaigners for women's rights and dignity in the world. All of that is telling her to refuse the request as it goes against her principled and moral belief.

"You..." Emma sputtered and hesitated, unable to decide what she should do. "I..." Her mind conflicted, her newfound nature as a woman that was given by The Click is in clash with her long established pride and ego.

Liam just smiled as he took off his shoes, as if signaling that he was waiting for Emma to decide to be used, as if he was sure that she would do it. He then put his leg up, expecting the celeb to crawl under it and take the weight of it.

"I..." Emma took a deep breath. "I would love to, Liam." She said with a smile as she walked towards Liam.

Her step was small and nervous. The old her inside didn't really want to do it, but at the same time she really wanted to. Her mind, her body, her everything wanted to serve him. Her whole existence was just aching to be used by him in any way he wanted to, even being treated like this, a mere object for him. It was something she dreamt of when years ago she gained that vision. Yet her ‘old’ conscience was screaming for her to stop and resist such treatment and demands. A remnant from before she gained that epiphany, a side of her that still hadn't adapted to the newfound nature she had as a woman. She continued to walk slowly to the couch and bent herself down onto the floor, slowly raising her back towards Liam's feet and letting him place them on top of her.

"Awww... Thank you Ms. Watson, my feet were kinda tired walking to your hotel." Liam wiped the sole of his feet on Emma Watson, his left foot on the back of her head, and his right on her ass. His feet dug into her hair and his toe poked into her scalp while the bottom of his right sole ground into lounge pants that covered her buttocks.

"O-Of course... it's the... it's the least I can do as a host for you Liam." Emma said, a bit embarrassed.

This was a strange and surreal situation she had never experienced before, or even imagined in her wildest dream. But she couldn't deny the primal pride she felt, knowing that she could help and make Liam more comfortable by using her, even just by putting his feet up. She smiled while shaking a bit, both from nervousness and excitement. Her eyes tried to look at Liam the best she could as she was down on all-fours for Liam, letting her back be his footstool. All the while, she was wearing her favorite casual outfit; a white tank top with black sports lounge pants.

"So um, what's brought you here–sorry that was a stupid question, you're here because you want to meet me, of course, sorry..." Her face went red as she apologized.

Liam laughed at Emma's nervousness, "That's ok, you don't have to be nervous. I'm a big fan of you Ms. Watson, I grew up watching Harry Potter." He rested his foot on her back, truly using her like a footstool. His left foot caressed the back of her head as if reassuring and comforting her.

Emma relaxed and smiled, "Please, call me Emma. We're the same age range, I think. Regardless, you don’t need to be formal to me Liam."

Emma's mind still could not wrap her head around the whole idea, here she is on her hands and knees, with Liam resting his feet on her. Yet it felt somehow... natural. Like it was natural for Liam to rest his feet on her like a piece of furniture, hell, it felt natural for Liam to do anything he wanted to her, really. Which confused that side of her that was still, even now, struggling to figure out how she ‘truly’ felt about this. It didn't help that she felt she wanted to be used by him too, to be more of use, to be his plaything, and more.

"A-And Harry Potter! Yes! You're a fan? I mean... of course, of course you're a fan." She giggled, "I still get so much fan mail even now."

"That's cool, and yeah you're my first jerk off fantasy too, used to imagine shooting my load all over your face while you tried to teach me spells." Liam mimicked her way of saying the spell like she did in the movie as he joked about his Harry Potter fantasy.

Emma couldn't help but blush and give a nervous, wavering smile when he admitted he used her as a fantasy material to masturbate. It was flattering to think that one of the most important men in the world found her attractive enough to do so, "I'm glad I was your first fantasy material... It's quite a compliment really."

Liam chuckled a bit, "Hehe yeah, you are. And even when I start to fantasize about other bitches, you're still my top spank material. I think the only time it changes is when you declare yourself as one of those feminist skanks." Liam spat out his last sentence in a more harsh tone.

"I... I know what you think about those... um, women that... support me, I mean. I don't mean to sound rude, but I think you have the wrong idea." She replied timidly and apologetic, almost sounding defensive as if the women's rights movement was a mistake and she was a bad person by advocating for it. It’s not, obviously, but the fact it dissatisfied Liam made her think otherwise in a reflex.

"We don't see you as... an abuser or something, and we don't mean to discredit you. It's just that–" Emma tried to continue.

"Oh I don't give a shit, if you want to be a man hating bitch that's your poor choice to make, not that it will affect me anyway." Liam said with a nonchalant tone, a dismissive shrug on what Emma said.

"Anyway, when I say change I meant the fantasy. Since then I usually imagine using you like a cocksleeve while you berate me with the feminazi bullshit. Oh, when your photos get leaked whoo boy do I get a lot of fresh material heh." Liam laughed.

At the mention of the photos, Emma Watson's face instantly reddened like a tomato. The Fappening 2.0 the internet called it, the pictures of her with a full body mirror showing her naked and topless. Not to mention her masturbation clip of her in the bathtub that also got leaked. That event had caused quite a controversy and an uproar, especially for the feminist movement and the whole gender equality movement. It made her and many others accuse the media, social media and men in general of exploiting the woman involved for their pleasure. That the internet was filled with misogynistic men that used the event to masturbate.

She looked at the floor in front of her, "That... those were a... a... a terrible mistake. I... I should have been more careful. B-but I’m glad you like those!" Emma replied with a meek voice, almost shameful if not for the fact of the knowledge that those very same leaks made Liam happy, which made her happy too.

The controversy that surrounded the whole event, especially the public reaction to her leaked photos and videos, was not a fun memory she wanted to reminisce about, and definitely not one she wanted to be reminded of. But there was a weird silver lining she felt knowing the fact that Liam did use her photo to jerk off, as lewd and degrading it is to that side of her old self. It was the same silver lining, the same happy feeling she got knowing that Liam used her to masturbate to and imagine having sex with. Which, she found, was not so bad anymore now that she thought about it, especially compared to all those random men on the internet.

It felt great, an honor even, for her to occupy Liam's mind in regards to sexual desire. Even though the thought that the majority of the internet saw those pictures, saw her nude body, saw her masturbating in her bathroom and saw her lewd moaning was still an embarrassing thought.

"Yeah, that was the best set of leaked photos and videos in the second coming. Whoever leaked it is a godsend in my opinion. Which brings it to why I am here now. Since I realized I don't need much fantasizing anymore…"

Emma was too ashamed of herself for a moment, not really paying attention to what Liam was saying. It was not until he trailed off his sentence did she realize what he had said.

"Wait... what?" Emma asked, her voice shaking in confusion, and a bit of anxiousness and worry.

"Why do I need to fantasize about having Emma Watson as my cocksleeve-" Liam put his feet back down to the floor, before he grabbed her hair to turn her face up and to his side. "When I can have Emma Watson as my cocksleeve." He said in his most matter-of-fact tone, staring into her eyes with a mischievous smile on his face.