Take a wild guess...

‘really, really bored. Talk to me? x’

Emma. It must be.

You decide to tease her a bit anyway. ‘who dis?’ you type back.

It’s only a second or two before the reply comes back –

‘Emma :P'

You smile to yourself.

‘Emma who?’

The phone buzzes even faster this time.

‘Emma WATSON, jackass

…you KNOW who it is, I’m the only one with this number’

‘Could be Sarah testing me,’ you type back, not sure why you’re teasing her so much, just that it’s fun. ‘Sorry. Can’t be sure.’

‘Oh for fuck’s sake –’

There’s a brief pause – then an image appears below her last message.

It’s Emma, waving sarcastically.

‘happy?’

Oh, this could be fun.

‘feel like I should make you hold up a newspaper or something,’ you reply. ‘ya know, something only the real Emma could do.’

‘oh my God, are you fucking kidding

FINE’

Another pause.

Then –

‘happy now?’

It’s a picture of Emma’s cunt.

Well, she is still wearing panties – but they’re stretched kind of tight over her pussy, and you can clearly see the outline of her lips. You chuckle softly, recognising the lacy black panties from earlier.

‘very happy. cheers. ;)

where even are you? you alone?’

‘sadly not… :(’ Emma replies. ‘just having a break between interviews. I swear to God this is so boring.’

Oh.

Well, that just gives you an idea.