Emma woke up to the sound of her alarm. She had slept well, but not enough. Her night had been filled with weird dreams. There was usual dreams and there were weird ones. Emma felt wet between her legs. The last dream was a weird one, an erotic one. All the stress she's been suffering from, had resulted in her never having time for boys. That had to change.
Rubbing her eyes, she realised what day it was. It was the day before the premier of her new film. She was anxious about it. This was the first film where she had a passionate love scene. Don't worry, her most intimate parts hadn't been shown, but still she felt a little nervous. Although all of her friends have said that she "had to do this" to get away from the Hermione role once and for all, Emma still wasn't sure about it.
Emma was now prepared for the day. Walking out of her apartment and into her private car driven by her private chauffeur, Emma looked around to see if any paparazzi were around. She didn't see any. The final touch of her look would be done just before she hit the stage. Emma was more nervous than ever. Emma entered the stage while the entire audience applauded to her in standing ovation. Emma was happy. Maybe they still liked her. The host of the event hugged Emma, and Emma hugged back. The host whispered: "Are you ready?" Emma let go of him and sat down in her chair.
"Welcome," the host said. "How are you? Good. Today we're going to talk about your new film. In this one, you finally threw your clothes away, but we still didn't get to see anything. Why is that?"
"Well, as you know," Emma started. "I am a serious actress. I want my scenes to mean something. I'm not doing porn". The crowd laughed and applauded.
"I think there is more to you than that," the host said. "You're a young attractive woman. You should share yourself with the world." Emma didn't know how to respond.
"I am a feminist. I don't see why women should be naked in order to be famous. I am however not a man hater, which is part of the reason I did this scene. I wanted to show you a real feminist."
Emma chose her word carefully, but the audience still thought badly of her. After the interview, Emma raged over the comments on Youtube. Most of them said she was a feminazi, man hating, spoiled, privileged, overrated actress. Emma shut down her computer in anger. She walked to the bathroom in her big hotel suit. Her make-up wasn't at all the way she liked it. She washed it off and put on a little lipstick and some mascara. She put on small, yet elegant earrings. Her dress was really too much. In frustration she tore it off, leaving her in nothing but a bra and panties. Her petite, but fit body was perfect.
If the host wanted her to share herself with the world, he must be stupid. But there was some truth to it. Emma always thought about her looks, her feelings, her reputation. She wanted to let loose for one night. She quickly picked out a short jeans skirt and a black top. She let her hair hang naturally, framing her flawless, perfect face. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Here goes nothing", she whispered to herself.
Just for tonight, she had told her agent and bodyguards to let her hang out alone in her hotel room. Little did they know that Emma was going out. Emma wasn't stupid. She was going to a well-known, but not too crowded or sleazy pub. When she arrived, she walked straight to the bar. The bartender stood with his back against her, pouring a drink for someone.
"One club soda, please," she said with her British accent. The bartender, still not recognising Emma by her voice, started pouring up a club soda and turned around.
"There you go, one club..." He saw who she was. Emma Watson! In his little pub.
