As Emma walked down the stairs of the entrance hall in her mansion, she suddenly felt a vibration on her right butt cheek. It was her phone, which had been lodged in the back pocket of her jeans since last night. She pulled it out and saw that it was a text from Selena Gomez who had just recently contacted her about wanting to start a new business. Now, Emma had had her own brand of lingerie for a while now, so it was only reasonable to assume that this was why Selena had approached Emma's agent in the first place. To pick her brain a bit for advice.
As Emma looked on her phone though, she stumbled on the last step of the staircase and fell. Unfortunately, the fall went over the lower part of the staircase railing, which had a tiny, golden, pointy wand at the very end of it. It was a gift from one of her co-stars, Daniel Radcliffe, from back when they had just finished the last Harry Potter movie together. However, now the point end of the golden wand ripped her crotch and entered a few inches into her vagina, before she found herself lying on the marble floor with a fairly substantial hole in both her black jeans and the pink panties underneath. The wand had kind of turned her on a bit though.
After a few seconds though, she was startled by her phone, vibrating again. It was another text by Selena. Emma read both texts: "Hi Ems, thank you so much for letting your agent set up a meeting with me today. I would really love to discuss some business with you over lunch." And the second text was: "... Among other stuff xoxo" With a winking tongue smiley face at the end.
"Alright", Emma thought to herself. "Screw the hole in my crotch. Kinda wanna hang out with Selena. Guess the hole looks kinda naughty anyway." She chuckled about a thought that popped into her mind, which involved her standing above a random nerdy, unfamous guy who she forced to look directly through the hole and her panties, into her pussy, where after she would yell in a firm but adorable British, dominating accent: "I'm gonna put on a diaper now, you nerdy fucking cunt! No sex for you today... Unless you dare to hogtie me to a chair and cut it off with these scissors."
She imagined herself putting the cold steel scissors against the warm, sweaty chin of a nervous nerd. And then she would get the dick!
But first things first. Selena! Because Emma also had a thing for her. Whenever Emma would listen to the song "Good for you", she would always picture herself reaching out for that windy skirt, Selena was wearing, and rip it straight off her, so she would get her tongue in between Selena's legs.
As Emma opened the door, she walked a few steps onto the front porch where she waited for the valet to open the door for her Rolls-Royce. 30 seconds passed. A minute passed, and when she finally was too horny for Selena to wait anymore, she yelled out into the blue air: "Martin! Open the fucking door to my Royce immediately, or you are fired!"
Luckily, Martin finally appeared immediately after her outburst, so she got in and was driven to the restaurant "Part de fleur", where she would meet Selena.
When Emma saw her for the first time in real life, she noticed that Selena in fact was wearing the very same skirt as she did in the official music video "Good for you".
As Emma walked up to her, Selena got up with a jerk, threw back her chair and hastily rushed into Emma’s breast in order to giver her a long, gentle kiss on the mouth, which Emma countered by brushing her right hand softly along Selena’s thigh, all the way up her skirt, until she reached the narrow part.
“I’m so glad that you are feeling it too, Ems.” Selena suddenly said, as Emma pulled her tongue out of her mouth. “I actually thought, I had to talk you into it more… Like confessing that I didn’t really want to discuss business with you.”
“I do”, Emma responded. “But we should probably continue this at a place that is a little quieter. You know? Where there isn’t the risk of paparazzi, jumping out of the bushes.
Selena chuckled a bit.
“What?” Emma asked while blushing.
“Aren’t we just two sweet peas?”, Selena said seductively. “Sebastian, come here, please!”
A skinny guy with horn rim glasses who was wearing a brown leather jacket and carried his photo camera with a strap around his neck in front of him turned around from one of the tables and walked over to them faster than Emma could realize what was going on. As he extended his hand to shake Emma’s, Selena remarked: “This is Sebastian, Ems. Sebastian, this is Emma Watson. The girl we will be having a threesome with!”
Emma choked momentarily on a bit of spit, as she was genuinely surprised. “What?”
“Haha, Ems!”, Selena laughed. “Don’t act so classy or… British! Haha. You drunk texted me on Thursday that the one thing, you have never done, is a threesome. Luckily for you, hihi, I fucked one of the paparazzi that always follow me around a couple of weeks ago. We’ve kind of been doing it on and off ever since… And I’ve always had a crush on you, just like you texted me that you are bi as well. It is perfect! Now we just have to find a place to do it. What do you say?”
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