The one labeled "J.C."

Emma shows it to you on her phone. "This one" She says, very satisfied with herself. The pussy you're looking at is quite nice, very spread with a trim but very dark black bush atop it. Emma let's out a little giggle, as if she knows something.

"What?" You ask with a building smile.

"Nothing." Emma says coyly, tapping at her phone, clearly sending a text, "I just think you'll be happy to meet her."

You take another good look at the twat before your eyes. "Do I know her?"

"Oh sweetie, you know all of these fannies." Emma wiggles her eyebrows. "These are my friends and co-stars. All famous." You take another good look, then a look at the label again. "J.C." You have your suspicions. "Don't get me wrong." Emma adds. "I eat lots of non-famous pussy too. I just don't need to take pictures of them."

"Okay," You say, seeing if you indeed have earned Emma's obedience. "No more playing. Tell me who it is."

Emma doesn't hesitate to answer. "Jennifer Connelly of course. We met on the set of Noah and immediately..."

You know you should keep listening to Emma but immediately your mind races. Jennifer Connelly? One of the greatest sex symbols of all time? You and Emma and her? It's too ridiculous, too great to be true. As your brain tries to process this new development you only hear snippets of what Emma has to say. Things like...

"...a real freak..."

and

"...she has no control over it..."

And you realize that if you keep pondering the intricacies of how amazing this evening is, you're going to miss the whole damn thing. You close your eyes and count backwards from three, telling yourself that when you reach "1" you're going to stop letting yourself get taken in with how unbelievably luck you are and just deal with it. You're going to be present. You're going to stop reacting to this situation and get in control of it. "Three... two... one."

You open your eyes. Emma is staring at you, smiling, holding up her phone. You see that she's gotten a text, but it's too far away and too small to read. So Emma sums it up. "She wants to know where to meet us."

So now's your first new chance to be assertive, you think and give the first answer that pops in your head.