Terrence, perhaps?

Terrence felt his face get hot as blood rushed to his cheeks in a twinge of embarrassment. He knew Janette was staring at him. He could feel her eyes like daggers through his skull.

"Don't you even," she said coldly.

"Even what?" he said, though he knew what she was talking about.

Wyatt spoke quietly. "Dude, even I know."

Kayla was in the dark. "What are you all talking about?"

"Nothing," said Terrence, hoping to stop the conversation.

"Not nothing," said Jan. "You know how people make those funny lists, the celebrities your partner would be okay with you bagging?"

"Ha! I love those lists!" said Kat. "I would absolutely fuck the shit out of Idris Elba if I had the chance."

Damien smiled. "Stick around, you never know."

"Oh wait," said Kayla. "Is Emma Watson on Ter's list?"

Jan inhaled sharply through her teeth. "Emma Watson is his list."

"Bidding will commence shortly! Be prepared to give it everything you've got!" The auctioneer was gleefully sinister in his promotion of Emma Watson as a prize.

Jan was still furious. "When we first got engaged, we talked about fidelity and trust and commitment." She was monologuing, maybe for Terrence's benefit, but the others hung on her every word. "We joked about what kind of reality would exist where either of us would cheat on the other. I couldn't imagine it coming true."

Terrence was still quiet. He could have said something to Jan to soothe her. He could have told her that he wasn't going to do anything, that he wasn't going to act. But he didn't.

"And he won't talk now," said Jan. "Because he's going to fucking bid on this. Because he has like literally one disgusting pornographic celebrity obsession, and it's his once unattainable -- but now somehow actually plausible fantasy -- of fucking Emma Watson."

Terrence spoke tersely. "You let me. You told me it was healthy to fantasize. You even role played with me."

Jan snapped her head to him, her face red with a combination of embarrassment and fury. "That was not meant for others to know about."

"She did," Terrence continued, trying to get the upper hand. "I was Harry Potter. She was Hermione. We acted out a kind of 'Secrets of Gryffindor' thing. Like a lot of times. She has a wig." He meant it as humor. He wanted his friends to laugh and support him. But it was too weird.

"You fucking asshole, making a mockery of our private life." Jan began to tear up. "I can't believe you."

Terrence didn't comfort her. His resistance to making things right with Jan was getting uncomfortable with the group.

"Jan, it's nothing," said Kayla. "Come on, let's forget it. Let's get out of here."

"No," Janette spat back. "I want to watch this. He can't stop himself. He's ... this is ... fuck, I don't know."

Terrence looked at the group. "She's right, you know. I have been obsessed with Emma Watson for years. And Jan and me promised each other that we would give space for our celebrity fantasies. It's not my fault that we encountered Emma Watson before she happened to meet Barack Obama."

Kat stifled a laugh. "Obama? The guy who used to be president?"

"He's a brilliant man," Janette barked.

"All prospective bidders please step forward. To convince both me and Ms. Watson that you are worthy of this honor, the primary qualification is sexual prowess -- you must be able to perform the necessary acts required of the role, and you must be able to do it tonight!"

Terrence didn't look at Jan as he stepped away from the group. He felt some shame for abandoning his fiancée in this moment -- especially as angry as she was -- but he also knew that this was his greatest fantasy coming true, and there was no turning back from it.

"I count eleven suitors," said the auctioneer. "Ms. Watson. Are you prepared to call for the first task?"

"I am," Emma replied. "The first task, gentlemen, is public performance. Impregnating me will require you to rise to the occasion, so to speak." She smirked as she eyed the line of men. "You have one minute to bring yourself to a full erection. Go."

Immediately each of the men undid their pants, and began to touch and pull on their dicks. Some closed their eyes. Some stared into the sky. A few looked at Emma, then back at themselves. As the men frantically tried to get hard, Emma paced back and forth, eying them like animals at a dog show.

Terrence stared directly at Emma, looking at her face. He instantly felt himself getting excited, just seeing her eyes, her smile, her hair. He gripped and tugged at his cock, which rushed with blood, stiffening as he worked the edges of his shaft.

Emma walked back along the line. One man reached out and attempted to touch her. "No hands!" shouted the auctioneer. "Disqualified!" Security personnel pulled the one man out of line and sent him back to his table.

Emma reached Terrence and looked back into his eyes. She smiled, and as she did, Terrence felt a surge through his body. He slowed down his masturbation for fear of reaching a climax and ruining his chance of getting further in the competition. Emma glanced down at his dick in his hand, and when she lifted her eyes again to look at Terrence, she nodded.

"Time's up!" shouted the auctioneer with a slam of his gavel. "Ms. Watson, who has passed the first task?"

Emma walked down the line of men, and pointed at three of them. "These three may advance."

"You heard her," said the auctioneer. "The rest of you, back to your seats." The remaining men reluctantly pulled their pants back up, and somewhat humiliated, retreated. Terrence and two others remained.

"The second task," said Emma, "is simulated impregnation."