“It’s your lucky day”

Becca gives a big smile. And you can just tell her heart is starting to thump. You know her well enough to know when that happens.

“That story I just told?” Emma explains “every year since it happened, I’ve come here to recreate it. Because I need to. This year my director says it should be only with infamous girls.”

You feel like Becca might take this as a slight. You’re wrong.

“I’m not famous.” She insists. “I was just in one dumb commercial. I’m not famous at all.” Damn, your girlfriend has it bad for Emma Watson. You can see that.

“Come with me.” Emma says.

Becca follows and you follow a bit behind since you technically weren’t invited. As you head down the hall more girls join in, all of them pretty, none of them famous. One girl looks a little more familiar but you can’t place her name. They flock to Emma like moths to a flame.

Finally you get to a room. Emma turns to look at her horny army. “This is my private room where you’re going to fuck me up. Ready?”

The girls cheer.

For some reason you expect the room to be empty, except for the crowd you’re with. But it’s already packed. It’s a whole production. There’s someone at the door handing out strap-ons to all the girls including Becca. Oh, it’s Saoirse Ronan squeezed into a tight black corset and very studiously doing her job. She counts under her breath as she hands them out,then stops the girl you recognize.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“No famous girls this year.”

“Says who?”

“Says the director. Besides you were here last year when Emma did all teenagers.” The girl slinks off angrily.

Saoirse goes through a few more girls then comes to you. She barely looks at you, notes you’re the last in line then looks back to shout at someone, probably the director, whoever that is. “24 from Emma. Plus the 44 from me, that’s 68.” Then she calculates more. “Plus the other 68 from you, that’s 136!” Then she finally looks at you. “What do you want? No men.”

You give her a pleasant smile. This whole thing is insanely fucked up. You shouldn’t believe any of it is happening. Then again once you saw Emma’s glistening pussy, all bets were off. It is what it is.

“My girlfriend...”

“I see. Your girlfriend is going to give it to Emma in the arse and you’re here to watch.” Saoirse shrugs when you thought for sure she’d turn you away too. “Fine. Come in. Jerk off into one of the jugs if you want.”

Now what does that mean? Oh, there’s a collection of milk jugs, like twelve of them, and ten of them are already filled... but no that’s not milk.

“Alright ladies get your dicks on.” The call comes from across the room. Sitting in a chair is Greta Gerwig who was Emma’s (and Saoirse’s Director I’m Little Women). She wears a smile and a tight little dress. Sure, that follows.

The girls all scramble and put on their strap-ons. It’s surreal. It’s beyond surreal. You look out across the crowd of bodies, naked, or clad in barely nothing, you can’t find Becca or Emma for that matter. But they’re in there.

“First time here?” Yet another voice. A friendly enough guy next to you. You don’t answer. “It’s quite a sight to see, first time, hell first three or four times. After a while, you seen one fake dick penetrate Emma, you seen em all.”

You can’t imagine you’d ever get tired of such a thing. You glance over at the jugs of cum. “What about those?”

“At the end they’re gonna dump em on her. She might guzzle one of her throat isn’t too sore.”

You just can’t believe he’s talking like this is no big deal. You’re about to watch the most depraved thing you ever seen and Emma’s going to be at the center of it.

“This used to be fun. Emma was a little wild lynx. Then, like everything in Hollywood, it got overproduced. Emma shouts ‘I don’t want this’ but she’s not convincing anyone. If it were up to me, I’d really give her something she doesn’t want.”

“What’s that?” You ask, half paying attention. You’re mostly focused on the crowd. The damn room is so dark but you think you see Emma getting down on all fours.

“Look, if you want to watch a little witch really get messed up, we got something going in another room. None of this boring shit. What do you say?”