You take the chance. "Well, why not?"

Miss Watson stands there for a moment with her lips pressed in anger. Then she throws down the script and starts unbuttoning her pants.

Your mouth falls open. Harper and Carla are both wearing the same expression. Miss Watson pulls down her pants. Then she pulls up her top. In her pink underwear, she looks like someone you might go to jail for. Her expression is still angry, but the fact that she is stripping completely offsets that. The bra is next, freeing her pink nipples. Then go her panties.

She gets her hands on her boobs and bush covered pussy, hiding them from your eyes. Suddenly, she seems embarrassed. Still angry, but she can't quite meet your eyes. That's okay, though, because that leaves you free to look her over. She looks around, but there is no couch, nor a bed. "Um... where do you want me."

"On my cock." Harper blurts out. Almost at the same moment, Carla starts coughing, so you are able to convince Miss Watson that he meant, "on the desk." Shooting Harper a glare, you hurriedly tell him to roll the camera. You can't believe you missed to capture her strip show.

Half crouching, still trying to cover up, Miss Watson makes her way to your desk. There are various objects on the desk, however. You remove the laptop, the phone, the paperweight. Harper takes the papers. Once it is clear, Miss Watson makes to lie on it-

"Wait," Carla stops her, "Let me take the tablecloth off, we don't want it getting wet and nasty."

Miss Watson blushes. All her anger seems to have gone away, replaced by shame. Once tablecloth is taken off, she awkwardly climbs on it, giving you a great view of her ass. A view that you get on camera. Her pussy lips can be seen between the hair covering it.

Once on her back, her legs bent Emma Watson looks at the three of you standing over her and grimaces, as if she is contemplating leaving. But then, albeit with obvious difficulty, she moves her hand to her hairy pussy.

But Harper interrupts her, "Wait, your, um, your nipples aren't hard."

The anger makes an instant comeback on her face. But Harper doesn't let her speak. "Here, let me help." He says and takes a hold of Miss Watson's headlights.

"Ah," Emma Watson gasps as Harper begins to pinch and tweak her nipples. Her face can't seem to decide between incredulity and anger. This is going to be the end of us, you think. But if that's true, might as well enjoy. You give the camera to Carla and push Harper out of the way. "Not like that, you're hurting her." You put two fingers in you mouth and wet them, and then proceed to pinch Miss Watson's left nipple with it.

"Ew." Miss Watson shoulders contort in a cringing motion. "Might as well be sucking on them."