You don't mean her panties

"I said it's time to get panties back on." you repeat. "I didn't say they should be yours." You crack a wicked smile.

Emma immediately takes her hand off her panties. Her face registering both excitement that playtime isn't anywhere near over, but also confusion. "I don't understand. Are you saying I should put on someone else's panties?"

"Why not?" You say, concocting quite the challenge in your mind. "What about our waitress? She's pretty. I bet she's wearing nice panties." Your waitress is pretty, although something of a tall, thin, flat girl. Of course, standing next to Emma isn't fair to anyone. Still, you certainly noticed her long fiery red hair pulled up into a bun, and piercing green eyes.

"You think I should get into our waitress's panties?" Emma smirks and shakes her head. "Are you mad?"

"Maybe" you answer quickly. You think of how much has changed, how the inner workings of your mind have changed in so short a time. "A few days ago, I was just a normal guy. If I've gone mad, it's because you've made me."

Emma has no response to this. But you can see her mind working behind her eyes, as if she's trying to solve this particular problem and fulfill your request.

So you continue to tease her. "You must know you have this power over men." How many has she transfixed with her exhibitionist tendencies, you wonder.

"I know." Emma's eyes come back to yours. "But I've never had one make demands quite like these before."

"Then it's a win for both of us." It's ridiculous how confident and aroused you are sitting here across from the very Emma Watson. It's ridiculous how this evening has transpired.

"Alright, if you're so smart, how do you think I'd get the waitress to give me her panties?" Emma asks. You wonder if she's as shocked and delighted by how quickly this day has descended into debauchery as you are. You surely know she's sitting there in her moist chair, no panties, eager for whatever suggestion you may have.

"I think you probably don't appreciate how persuasive you are." You say thinking back on how eager you were to help her out when she was in the store. "If you'd rather not ask her outright, a little note on a napkin would work."

Suddenly there's a glimmer in Emma's eye. She grabs some lipstick from her handbag and begins to write on a napkin. She does so with excitement, but she stops after a few seconds and looks up at you, thoughtfully. "Unless you'd rather write it." she suggests

It's a tempting offer.