Yes

Initially, Molly’s Plan isn’t as fun as it promises to be. It’s a lot of standing around watching Emma as she mingles, drinks, dances, and turns down advance after advance.

“What are we doing exactly?” You ask

“Trust me. I know what she wants. There was this thing she was into at that orgy, you could just tell she was powerless against it. I’m just waiting for the right moment to offer it to her.”

“Aha” you say “were you really at an orgy with Emma Watson?”

Molly shrugs “Have you not been to an orgy with famous people? I mean how long have you lived here now?”

“How many people were there?” You can’t help but want details.

“I don’t know, thirty, forty.”

“And there were other celebrities? ”

“Sure.”

“Who?”

“You’re really not supposed to kiss and tell, you know... okay maybe I can give you a little...” bit she stops short and suddenly is looking all over. “Where did Emma go?”

You glance around too. You’re taller so it’s easy to see her heading down a hall. “I think she’s just going to the bathroom” you say.

“That’s our opening. C’mon!” Molly grabs your wrist and whisks you across the club with her.

Soon you’re 5 feet behind Emma as she wanders down a long hall, through two doors, and finally into a restroom.

“Perfect.” Molly says. “She’s found a private one.”

You follow Molly right into the ladies room, empty except for Emma in one of the stalls.

Molly leans close to you, pointing at another stall “hide and watch for a bit okay?”

What can you say? You’re just along for the ride. Do you hide as Molly jumps up onto the sink counter.

Emma emerges. Sees Molly sitting there. Smiles politely.

“Hi, Emma” Molly smirks playfully. “Don’t you remember me?”

Emma crumples her face. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure.”

“I was at Gugu’s party a few weeks ago.” Molly reveals. “I remember you.”

Emma blushes. “Oh well... yes. I mean, there were lots of people there.”

“Sure were” Molly says. “Parties like that, and like this are exhausting sometimes, aren’t they?” And with that Molly slowly and showily stretches her body, her arms reaching high above her head, her fingers tickling the air.

And you see Emma start to gaze almost instinctively at Molly’s exposed armpit.

Molly smiles, leaving one arm up above her head.

“You’re teasing me” Emma says, a tremble growing in her voice.

“Am I?” Molly replies, enjoying the teasing, then, with her other arm hiking up her skirt and slipping her hand into her panties.

Emma watches mesmerized as Molly’s wet finger emerges and reaches over to her armpit sliding a streak of juice down through it.

Emma lunges for it. Molly pulls away “No. I need you to do something for me first.”

Emma’s whole body trembles with passion. “Please”

“It won’t be hard” Molly insists. “Just admit that you’re a slut.” Her voice is devious. Beyond what you’d ever expected of this girl.

Emma is hesitant.

“Look.” Molly says. “I was 10 feet away when you told Natalie Portman that you’d be her ‘servile little cunt muncher’ if you could have a taste of her flesh. So don’t act like you’re incapable. Got it?”