Order Room Service

"I have an idea" You say, smiling at Emma's look of confusion and anticipation. A day ago you'd have been thrilled if the Emma Watson had even so much as spoken to you. Now you've already been inside her and are finding new ways to please, or perhaps frighten her.

She's puddy in your hands.

You grab the hotel room phone and pick it up. The front desk answers.

"Hello!" you say cheerfully. Emma just looks on. "I'd like to order some room service. A bottle of wine." and you give them your room number and slam the phone back down, proud of yourself.

Emma doesn't seem to understand.

"We're going to expand the definition of 'room service'" You say to her.

At first her face is painted over with shock, then concern, then excitement. "Someone is coming up here?" she half asks, half states, trying to make it sink in.

"Of course." You answer. "And you're going to greet them. They're going to get quite a story out of it."

Emma glows. She's asked you to expose her and probably didn't quite expect this. But her face lights up at the prospect "What do you want me to do?" She asks, her pretty accent filling your ears. The sight of her tight nude body still amazing you.

"I want you to answer the door nude." You instruct, "Invite him in and demand room service from him." You're proud of this pun.

"What if he won't... give it to me." Emma says.

"You're Emma Watson. You do what you have to to convince him."

Emma takes a deep, nervous but excited breath. And within a few minutes there is a knock on the door. Emma shoots you a look. You nod toward her to open it.

But when she opens it, Room Service isn't what you expect.