a confession

"Watch this" she says, a quiver in her voice, suggesting she's wildly excited and more than just a little nervous.

Emma pulls out her chair then jumps on it. Her petite body looks so fantastic squeezed into her dress. And suddenly she's declaring to the whole restaurant. "Excuse me!" All the heads turn. And she says quickly. "My name is Emma and I'm a slut. This year so far I've sucked forty five cocks, eaten out fifteen cunts and had three orgies. Thank you!" And then she's back in her seat, breathing heavily, looking over at you with a smirk and looking for more than a sign of approval.

You're completely shocked. Being naughty and flashing for a second is one thing. What just happened is entirely another. You wonder if Emma has maybe gone a little mad. You wonder if you inspire that sort of thing in her. "What was that?" You ask.

"Anyone here who wants to go to the tabloids with that can do so all they want. But without proof it's their word against mine right? And one is going to believe them, right?"

You suppose she's right. After all she is making your argument for you. Still when you said that about her flashing the place, it all seemed a little more playful and not quite so... shocking.

"Unless they got it on video." You say.

Emma smiles a naughty smile. "Are you trying to tease me? Are you trying to make me think I'm going to get in trouble?" She bites her lip.