Leave, but still wait

You shrug and say "Yeah, I better head out. I still got that hot date tonight."

"She's on a lucky girl,"Ellen says sarcastically. This makes you chuckle as you put your clothes back on. As you finish putting up your pants, you see Ellen get off the couch and rise shakily to her feet. Covered in sweat with her hair loose and naked as the day she was born, she looks amazing. You feel a slight stirring in your cock again. You quickly shake your head and remind yourself that you do have places to be. This doesn't stop you from letting out a wolf whistle as she bends down to scoop up her clothes off the floor.

"Very funny," Ellen says she begins to walk toward the back part of the house.

"Hey," you ask, "Do mind if I grab something to drink out of your fridge?"

"I couldn't care less," she says "I'm going to take a shower."

"Fair enough," you respond as you open the fridge and quickly grab a bottle of water. You crack the bottle open and take a deep swig. You walk toward the door to the garage that you came in through. As you reach it, you dig in your pocket and find the reality stone Just as Ellen comes out of her room, still gloriously naked, to grab a couple of towels out of her linen closet.

"Hey, Miss Page," you cry out.

She looks up at you exhausted and just says "What?"

"It's going to be twins," You say with a smirk, feeling the power of the stone flow through you. You have just enough time to see the shocked expression on her face as you open the door and go through. As you close it, you hear her shout "You son of a...!"

You go to your car and quickly check yourself in the reflection of the driver's side door window. You take a moment to straighten yourself out. As you do this you half expect the actress to come storming out the door to yell at you. But she doesn't. It's fair to say she knows that arguing won't do any good.

That makes you smile as you put the bottle of water in a cup holder up front and then open the back to make sure neither you or the actress left any evidence of your fun. As you do this, you hear another car pulling up in the driveway. You look up to see it's another nice rental car pulling into the driveway. And out steps out the beautiful dancer and wife of Ellen Page, Emma Portner. As she gathers up a small duffel bag she had in the passenger seat, she looks up at you and smiles.

"Hello," she says cheerily.

"Hi," you respond caught off guard and then quickly recover. "I'm your wife's driver. I just dropped her off. She's inside waiting for you."

"Well thank you," she says with genuine good cheering her voice. You can't help but notice how adorable she is. You don't think she's as cute as her wife but she's not far off.

As she walks past you toward the door she looks back and ask, "Do I need to pay or tip or anything?" She's not being insulting, she's genuinely curious.

"Oh no ma'am," you say "The production company takes care of all that."

"Oh good," she says, "well have a nice day."

As she turns to open the door you suddenly wrap your hands around the reality stone and say "Hold on a second." This causes her to freeze in place.