Note- I just wrote this as a response to seeing Emma's new hair and her Prada commercial. This tall tale is my imagined take on the shooting of the campaign ad.
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There's only one thing Emma Watson liked better than acting. And that was sex.
An 'overnight celebrity' is a well-known term, but in reality, not too many people just stumble into fame and success. Instead, many artists work tirelessly until they receive the big break that makes them a household name. However, Emma Watson is a perfect example of someone who became a huge celebrity practically overnight.
She had become an established actress from a ridiculous early age, thanks to THAT movie franchise, and had never looked back. Movies, modeling, red carpet treatment. But when she turned eighteen, wow! Once she had lost her virginity, it was as if a genie had been let out of the bottle. Emma cut her long hair, making the statement to everyone that she was now all grown up, and dated. Constantly.
The seemingly unassuming and reserved teenager had soon begun to sow her wild oats. Sex. She craved sex. And lots of it. There was nothing more satisfying in her mind, than to experience that exhilarating thrill of having her pussy stuffed with a stiff cock. From having her legs wrapped around a virile man's back. Fellatio, cunnilingus, group sex, you name it. Emma Watson had lapped it up.
At this stage in her life, Emma had communicated that she doesn't share much of herself for the sake of her work. According to her, fans need to be able to suspend their disbelief about her and her personality when they're watching her portray a character. The Brown University alum felt that would be more difficult if she didn't keep some parts of herself hidden.
"I spent most of my time trying to convince everyone I am incredibly boring because I need privacy and a minute to figure myself out." Watson shared with Porter Magazine.
Continuing on, she admitted that life in the spotlight got to be a bit too much for her and she had to find ways to muscle through high-profile moments.
"I used to have to go numb and close myself off. For example on the red carpet. Just to get through it."
But it turns out that Emma's need for privacy wasn't simply motivated by her career. She portrayed a muted version of her personality to the world so people wouldn't be as interested in her day-to-day life. That being, having a good time, most of the time.
Cut to the last two years of global plague, and the now thirty-two year old had been severely bereft of a regular sex life. Boyfriends came and went, but Emma needed a good fuck once in a while, just like she needed air and food. Thanks to her strict regime of health eating and yoga, she was in great shape, both mentally and physically. Her breasts and bottom were firm and lifted, and her stomach was for the most part flat and no signs of sag. Her hair was glossy and cut at a manageable medium length, and she even kept her pubic region trimmed and neat.
During the interminable lockdowns across the world, Emma had chosen to step back from acting for the duration. Only in recent times did she consider any filming. So when the news came that Prada were promoting a new, refillable fragrance called Paradoxe with Emma Watson as the face, it was most welcome.
Prada has been playing in the fragrance space for years now, but the new Instagram and website alluded to something bigger. Emma was scheduled to shoot three or four promo films, and the first was confirmed in the Autumn of this year. Comprised of three sound stages and two smaller, perfect for camera tests and quick turn over productions.
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Ealing Studios is a television and production company and facilities provider in West London. It has five stages ranging from 1,000 to 10,000 square feet. Emma arrived early, having driven herself in her new Toyota Prius. To commemorate the partnership, she had unveiled a dramatic hairstyle, a bold pixie cut no less.
She was greeted warmly by the Prada team and was whisked into a make-up room directly, where she complemented her new look with dark dagger like lines at the corners of her eyes. The set was blocked by numerous light stands and even more cameras. The all Italian crew were bustling around and when Emma emerged for some preliminary shots, she was kept busy for the best part of the morning.
"Tutto bene, tutto bene."
Was something Emma picked up as she smiled dutifully at the crew, but speaking Italian was not her strong point. The lack of communication somewhat tedious and Emma craved company. There was a small section of the floor set aside as a refreshment area with drinks, snacks, and fashion magazines, and Emma took a break away from the others and treated herself to coffee. She noticed an attractive and slim brunette sipping a diet coke and browsing in a mag. Although seated, she was quite tall, leggy, and had an awesome figure. Maybe a little to busty for her slender form.
"Hi."
"Morning."
"I'm Eliza. Eliza Ibarra."
American, noted Emma. Although perhaps of a Latin origin. When she smiled, Eliza had the most infectious smile with two big dimples. Even though it was hot out, Emma thought it curious that the young girl was wearing only a bra and panties. Her ample bosom was displayed nicely and the thin straps of the pink bra revealing soft shoulders and an exquisite backside.
"Emma. Are you part of the Prada shoot?"
"I wish! That would be a dream come true. You're so lucky. No, we're a small unit, next door but one."
"A film?"
Emma sat down on a stool and crossed her legs. It was nice to chat. In stunning contrast to the Latina, she had chosen an eye-catching ensemble that was the perfect mix of luxury and style. The standout item was an immediately recognisable black blazer equipped with power shoulders and monumental lapels, from the opening look of Schiaparelli's spring/summer 2022 couture collection. To balance out the dramatic piece, Watson threw on a crisp white collared shirt, grey skinny trousers, and a pair of platform sandals.
"Web shoot. We do quick hour long stories that take just a day. There's five of us filming today. Kind of a travel show. It's called 'Brazzers Tour of London.' We're just shooting some inserts. I love England. You should come watch."
"Brazzers?" Emma furrowed her brow. Sounded familiar, but she could not place the name at this moment.
"Well. Must get back. I have a couple scene up next."
Eliza waved ta-ta and left Emma alone, thinking and brooding on Eliza's words. The Prada day was over soon after and Emma tidied up and planned on leaving. As she neared the way to the small stage next to hers, curiosity got the better of her. She took a detour and the nearer she got to the set, the louder were the people therein. Bright lights made her blink as she saw the busy set. Not on a level with Prada, this production was basic an inexpensive. There appeared to be three sectioned off cubicles, above which were lights and white reflector screens, The members of the crew she saw were all smoking and behaving in an agitated way. One man in particular, probably the director, was shouting instructions to cameramen and technicians who all had stern looks on their faces. Someone barked back and got an earful of abuse. Emma stood back smiling to herself. This wasn't the first shoot she had seen become somewhat shambolic.
"Where's Eliza?"
"Cubicle Two. Getting Lucas warmed up."
Eliza. The dark haired girl she had just met. With nobody paying her any undue attention, Emma decided to take a quick peek inside the three walled, partitioned-off room. As she looked in, she saw a big bed with a naked couple in the midst of having sex.
"Ohhh! Ugh...ugh...ugh."
The leggy brunette was writhing and groaning she lay beneath a six feet frame of a man fucking the shit out of her.
"Ohhh, Lucas I love your cock....ugh...ugh."
Her thick covered most of her face where it had fallen loose, and her hips gyrated and bucked off of the bed. Emma covered her face in shock as her wide eyes remained glued to the stud's broad, muscular back, slim hips and small bum. He had a thick white column of pulsing dick that was ramming into Eliza with the speed of the Heathrow Express train. Eliza's muff was wide open as he split her with driving and deep plunges of his cock. Her tiny hands moved across his butt which moved back and forth with a rhythmic rate. Emma could see clearly how his glistening shaft appeared and disappeared into her pussy. The angry looking purple head emerging in every third stroke.
"Fuck, that's good. Fuck yeah."
