You approach her.

As you walk towards her you're hit with the dawning realization that you're staring at none other that Scarlett Johansson.
Dumb struck you stop dead in your tracks,mouth wide upon as if you're trying to catch flies,not quite sure what's the hell is going on.
Scarlett approaches you smiling.
"Hi,you must be our winner" she grins "Welcome to The Redstar Hotel"
"What..er..eh?" you stammer.
"Oh,you're cute" Scarlett giggles "Let me explain,having won the competition for best fantasy we set up The Redstar Hotel to give you your prize.In here you will be able to meet and fuck any celebrity you want from A-Z in a variety of ways,costumes and situations.I'll be your guide throughout your stay and will be on call for anything and everything you need."
"But" you reply barely able to conceal your glee "It was just some thing I entered and completely forgot about,how is any of this even possible?" you pause,weighing up your options "I'm dead aren't I? I slipped and fell in the shower or something and now I'm dead"
Scarlett leans in close to you,so close you can smell the sweet perfume she's wearing,and raises her hand to touch your face.
"You don't feel dead too me" she breathes "No,you're just the luckiest son of a bitch to ever win anything.You see your fantasy was so good we've built this whole place around it.Everything and anything your dirty little heart desire's is all here waiting for you."
She backs away from you a few paces.
"Haven't you noticed what I'm wearing?" she ask's,placing the tip of her thumb between her lips and biting gently on it "It's exactly what you described in your story"
You snap back into reality and cast you eye over her.
"Well I'll be damned" you say.
Scarlett's stood before you in the sluttiest schoolgirl outfit you've ever seen.
Chastising yourself for not noticing it earlier you drink in the image.
Her long blond hair is in pigtails that cascade around her slender neck and shoulders.A skin tight white shirt is tied into a knot beneath those perfect breasts,and appears to be straining under the pressure pf holding them in check,while exposing her midriff.Her perfect round ass is barely covered by her pleated red and black plaid skirt and her long legs are sculpted to perfection in stiletto heels and knee high white socks.
You gulp for air as she spins around for you,letting you catch a glimpse of black lace panties that match the black tie that hangs between her perfect cleavage and the black bra that is visible beneath her top.
"Do you you like?" she grins.
You nod that you do,unable to speak but feeling the blood rise in your crotch.
Scarlett notices it too.
"Mmmmmmm" she murmurs "I like the look of that"
She steps closer to you and gently rubs the palm of her hand over the obvious bulge in your jeans.
"I think we're going to have a lot of fun,don't you?"
"Ye...yes" you stammer,felling her hot breath against your cheek.
"But first" she smiles "You need to sign in at reception"
She takes her hand from your aching cock and grabs hold of your arm.
"Are you ready to sign in?" she asks.