Her, giving you a "thank you" kiss

"And you can take the picture with your phone." Emma says.

Your mind races at what that means. For a second you think she's inviting you to take a picture of her flashing with your phone, which means you'd get to keep it. Then you remember she insisted on no nudity. Actually... you insisted on it. Damn.

"Hold your phone out to take a picture of yourself" Emma says, and you take your phone out of your pocket and hold out your arm, pointing the camera back at your face. "Good" Emma sounds lovely, kind, sweet, her accent ringing in your ears. "Now take the picture on the count of three..."

"One..."

"Two..."

You snap, and as you do, you feel Emma's lips hit your cheek as she leans over the counter to give you a peck. You smile and look at your new picture of Emma Watson kissing your cheek.

"What was that for?" You ask.

"Being such a good sport about the... you know... last couple weeks." Emma gives a coy, almost embarrassed smile. You wonder how many men have seen her exposed as you've seen her. You're probably a member of a select group. Then again, if she has a thing for exhibitionism, maybe not. "Anyway..." Emma goes on. "I hope that makes it up to you. You can share that with your friends."

And as she turns to head out the door, you realize this will probably be the last time you see her... ever. Part of you wants to be a nice guy and just let her go. You helped her have some sort of perverse fun, and it feels good to have been a part of that.

But part of you decides to push your luck. This is the last time she'll be in this store. And you've already seen her naked. The images of her sweet breasts and pussy flash through your mind. Why not be bold?

"Wait!" You say. And Emma turns back around. "I don't know if this makes it up to me."

Emma smirks. And you think you're onto something. You were expecting a look of annoyance or a frown. But not a smirk.

"I mean... I could have lost my job over this."

Emma looks around the store. "Do you really want this job?"

"Hey, it pays the bills" You answer. "And there are some unexpected... perks."

Emma blushes a bit. You made Emma blush. You can't believe it. Not the girl who'd so easily flashed you.

"Okay... what do I owe you then?" Emma asks.

Your mind races. You can think of some things. But you decide to settle on a more innocent request. "A date" You say. "One date."

Emma waits a long while at your request, looking at your closely, studying your face. You try to make it as pleasant looking as possible. Sure you're blackmailing her a little... but you're trying to be a nice guy about it.

"Okay." She answers. "Tonight at L'Heureux. Have you ever been?" Emma's referring to one of the fanciest restaurants in town. It's expensive, but not a bad sign. At least she's not taking you to an In and Out Burger.

"All the time. The chef knows me there." You joke, and Emma smiles.

Five hours later you're sitting at a table in L'Heureux, dressed in a shirt and tie, Emma across from you, her hair up in a bun, her tight body, clad in a strapless tight green dress. She wears a touch of sparkled blush and a glossy naked lipstick. You can't believe you're here. You imagine others in the restaurant can't believe you're here. Are they whispering "who is that guy with Emma Watson?" Will you be in the tabloids tomorrow?

And will the tabloids say, "Normal guy had date with Emma Watson, unable to make small talk?" You wonder, as that's exactly what's happening. The two of you sit quietly, and with each passing second, you feel your chances with Emma, whatever they may have originally been, slipping away.

'Say something' You silently berate yourself to yourself, over and over and over. Emma cracks a polite smile. And you decide that you really only have one thing in common with Emma. So you might as well talk about it.

"Okay... so tell me about it." You say.

"Tell you about what?" Emma asks. You're not sure if she's really unsure or just being coy.

"The...." You look around, then lean in and whisper. "the flashing. Tell me about it."

Emma seems embarrassed, but she cracks a smile. "What about it? We all have our things. We all have our jollies."

"Yeah but... why not just pose in Playboy, or do nude scenes or something?" You ask, genuinely wondering.

"No... that's no good." Emma answers. "It's not about being seen.... it's about getting caught."

That little suggestion makes your dick stir in your pants.

Emma goes on. "If I pose naked in some magazine then I'm just a bad girl according to the press. I don't want to be the bad girl. I want to be the good girl who might get caught. It's much more exciting that way."

"But why?" You ask. "Why do you want to be the good girl who might get caught?"

"I don't know" Emma shrugs. "I was brought up that way. I didn't really have a choice what type of girl I was. I mean... the actress who plays Hermoine has to be a good girl right? And I'm okay with that. I just... I just like to have my fun a bit too."

"Oh" You answer... thinking that kind of explains it... not having anywhere else to go with the conversation but **** that it not drift back toward silence. "Do you want to have some fun right now?" You ask.

And Emma perks up, staring at you intensely, grinning, her eyes fogging over just a bit with an almost uncontrollable excitement.

Wow, you think, that was easy. But now what?