the finalists attempt to win the prize

"Simulated?" said one of the men. "I thought you said the sex was real?"

Emma grinned. "I'm on birth control now. I'll go off it when it's time to shoot the picture. So tonight -- I expect the three finalists to make love to me, and climax and come inside me. That's a key component of the eventual impregnation. We may not all be scientists here, but hopefully everyone understands the basics of making a baby."

Members of the crowd burst into laughter at Emma's humorous banter. The three finalists, Terrence included, were more stoic. Terrence continued to lightly stroke his dick as he watched Emma. He didn't notice, but the other two men still present had stopped touching themselves, and their erections had softened.

"It looked like one of our contestants is ready to go forward. But what of the other two?" said the auctioneer, noticing that Terrence was still firmly at attention, though the other two were not.

"Mm, good observation," said Emma. "Since these three have made it to the final round, I should get to know them a little better -- and take some responsibility for getting to the end of their trial."

She approached the first contestant. He was tall, blonde, wore glasses, and had a very young face. "How old are you?" she asked.

"Twenty-eight."

"You don't look a day over twelve," she said with a laugh. "I know they don't let anyone underage come to this event, so I have to trust that this isn't illegal. But I'm having some 'Chamber of Secrets' flashbacks." She lowered took hold of his dick in her hand and rubbed it. "Are you nervous? You seem nervous."

The man nodded. His face reddened, and he realized that he was having trouble sustaining his erection.

"Why are you nervous? Don't you find me attractive?" Emma said. She furrowed her brow. "Do we need some foreplay or something?"

The man shook his head, and tried pulling on his dick himself to will his erection to return.

"Let me try to help for a moment and see if you're actually worthy of this finalist honor."

Emma lowered her body down, resting herself on her knees. She fondled the man's penis, stroking his balls with one hand, the front of his stomach with the other. Slowly, she extended her tongue and gently licked the tip of his penis, which had now gone almost completely soft.

"I don't understand," she said. "Can you give me a baby or can't you?"

The man nodded.

With a slightly exasperated sigh, Emma opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his dick. She rolled her tongue around the sides of it before pulling away, stroking him, and then sucking again. She stayed there for a bit longer before beginning to bounce her head back and forth. After a few moments, she slid her mouth off him. He had gotten somewhat hard again as she blew him.

"This is a little better," she said. "Again, it's the science! I don't think you can get a girl pregnant without being hard!"

She tapped his dick with her fingers and then put it back in her mouth. She was more aggressive this time, creating more tension, more friction. She sucked hard, sliding her lips back and forth on him. Once more, she slid off him, and held his dick in her hand.

"Okay, there's still potential here." She looked back at the auctioneer, but continued jerking the blonde man's cock as she spoke. "We don't have to eliminate him yet, but I will say, I'm concerned about his performance skills."

Almost involuntarily, the man grabbed his cock. He stroked himself a bit more, suddenly clenching his muscles. Before he could stop himself, the spasms of his orgasm shook through him, his cock bursting forth with a shot of semen, landing on the side of Emma's head.

"No!" she said, turning back to face him.

His orgasm continued, and another burst of semen shot out, this time hitting Emma in the mouth.

"Oh, what a shame. If you can't contain yourself -- and certainly if you can't save it for the actual sex -- I don't think this will be possible."

"Sir, you are disqualified!" said the auctioneer. "Only two finalists remain!"

Emma stood up. She slowly wiped some of the sperm from her face with a finger, and then sucked the finger dry. "On to the next contestant," she said, moving to another man. He was Latino, not tall, with a goatee. "What's your name?" she asked him."Jorge," he replied.

"Jorge," echoed Emma. She looked down at his cock. It was very thick. "What do you want to do with me right now, right this minute?" She bit her lip, and blinked cutely at him.

"I want ... I want to fuck you?" he said, though it sounded like a question.

"Are you sure? You don't sound sure." She peered intently at him. "Can you do better than the last guy?" she asked.

He nodded. "Can I touch you?"

Emma spun around and presented herself to him. "Of course! Sex is about physical contact, it's about sharing bodies with one another. Why wouldn't you want to touch me?"

Jorge put his hands out, gently and awkwardly grabbing hold of Emma's arms.

"My arms? Interesting." Emma looked around at the crowd, which murmured and giggled.

"It's the only part of you I can see. The rest is ... covered up by your dress." Jorge's dirty talk was about as smooth as his physical efforts.

Emma stepped back. "So if you saw more, you'd want more?" She shook her head and looked back to the auctioneer. "I'm putting myself on the line here, putting my body on your auction block. I'm trying to achieve one of the most exciting and adventurous cinematic accomplishments in the history of filmmaking -- and this guy wants to caress my arms."

"You're welcome to eliminate him, Ms. Watson. It's your call." The auctioneer grinned at her, eager to see where this would go.

She turned back to Jorge. "The simple truth is that you can't make love to me through a dress."

She turned her back to him, and looking over her shoulder, reached behind her to unzip the back of her dress.

"So should I keep it on or take it off?"

Jorge was fairly quiet, but he went back to jerking his dick, trying to rally. The crowd began to get restless, many of them chanting 'take it off, take it off' while Emma rolled her eyes and looked back at Jorge.

"No answer? Do I have to lead you through the steps?"

She swiftly shrugged the dress from her shoulders, and it fell to the floor, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it, clad only in her bra, panties, and heels. She circled back around to Jorge.

"I see you're still trembling." Her demeanor had become darker, more domineering. She saw weakness in Jorge and manipulated it. "Do I intimidate you? Do I frighten you?"

Jorge nodded weakly.

"Good," Emma continued. She turned her back to him and bent forward, away from Jorge. "Now fuck me. And do it quickly before I lose interest."

With Emma's ass pointed back at him, Jorge reached forward and touched the edges of her panties. He lightly stroked her skin, her ass, and fingered the hem of the silk.

"Too slow!" shouted people in the crowd. "Get moving! Fuck her already!" The crowd was growing restless.

Jorge took a deep breath and pulled the center of her panties to the side. He held his dick out, and pushed the tip of it against Emma's pussy. He could feel his heart racing, his blood pumping. His cock had stiffened from the arousal, but he was trembling, and having trouble keeping his hands from shaking.

"I'll give you about ten seconds more, and then we move on!" Emma cried. She looked up at the auctioneer. "I never thought it would be so difficult to find someone here. Maybe I should have just picked you!"

The auctioneer laughed. "Not too late!" he said with a smile.

Emma shook her head. "Maybe later." She turned over her shoulder again to Jorge. "Well?"

Jorge pushed forward, but didn't get the right angle. His dick pressed against Emma's pussy, but didn't penetrate her. And to make things even worse for Jorge, his nerves got the better of him, and losing control of his body, felt himself begin to climax.

"No!" he cried. But he couldn't stop. His cock pulsated as sprays of semen shot forward against Emma's ass, her panties, and some splashing against her cunt. "Nooo ..." he moaned, dejected, defeated.

Emma glared back at him. "You too? Did you seriously just ejaculate on my ass rather than in my vagina?" She stood up and turned to the crowd. "Does anyone here actually understand the goal? Does anyone here actually know how to make a woman pregnant?"

Terrence cleared his throat. "I do."