Note- This tall tale is not based on actual events and is only inspired by those in celebrity. It's all made up by me.
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"Bitch!"
Emma Watson looked out onto the lawn of Robert Pattinson's Kent coastal home at Zoe Kravitz as she worked out in the sunshine. Robert had invited Emma for a weekend away which she had accepted readily. It had been a beast getting through the interminable lockdown of recent months and the English actress was glad of a break from the oppressive city of London. She had visited his Tudor home in Sandwich Bay once before. The unique listed house had a courtyard entrance, reception hall, two kitchens, five bedrooms, and a walled garden outside. As Emma rolled up in her red Mini Hatch she was unable to wipe the smile from her face.
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It had seemed ages since she and Robert had auditioned for roles on the newly proposed Batman movie, the shooting of which had been cancelled, and cancelled again, over the past 18 months. Time had changed everything, and although Robert had been given the title role, Emma had lost out for the part of Batgirl. One, because the character would not feature in the movie anyway. And two, Batgirl would be a separate, stand alone feature in 2022. The unknown American actress, Leslie Grace playing the lead.
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Despite losing out on the role, Emma was in high spirits. She had recently dumped her steady boyfriend of the last year, and had become what she termed as 'self partnered' again. A visit to Robert was just what she needed at this time, except she had not known he had also invited Zoe, the actress chosen to be the new Catwoman opposite Rob's Batman.
"She's too old. Must be nearly forty."
Zoe in fact, only two years older than she, had also been self-isolating and was glad to get out into the open air for a change. She basked in the unseasonably warm English sunshine in a skimpy blue bikini. The mixed race American, daughter of singer Lenny Kravitz and actress Lisa Bonet, had that unique lit from within glowing complexion. Something of a contrast to the pale skinned Emma, who kept on watching from the back door that led out into Robert's lawn. She pondered the fact that maybe she should have gone for the role of villain instead.
"I mean. Just who does she think she is?"
Robert had been called away on some urgent business, leaving the two women alone to fend for themselves. Zoe had immediately made a beeline for the expensive home gym equipment that Robert had purchased in a conscious attempt to get into shape as Batman. He had an exercise bike, dumbbells, treadmill, yoga mat, and a pull up bar. Zoe tackled the sturdy gym power tower constructed fro reinforced steel as Emma finally stepped outside and made for the yoga mat. She had dressed down into a very loose pair of dark green flared sweatpants, and an oversize floppy cotton shirt.
"There you are. Come and get some air."
Emma smiled wanly at Zoe and began to do some stretching to warm up.
"Look at all this stuff!" Gushed Zoe.
Bloody Americans, scoffed the usually demure Emma Watson. Stuff! Everything was stuff.
"I have stuff to do! I need more stuff! This stuff isn't the stuff I want! There are other nouns, you know."
Emma didn't mouth the words, only in her head, as she assumed a reverse warrior pose on the mat.
"It is so hot!"
Exclaimed Zoe, and Emma had to admit the day was turning out to be a scorcher. Even so, the typical English rose that she was, had been slightly taken aback when Zoe suggested they both work out in the buff.
"I mean. Robert has the garden walled off. It's not like anybody can see us. I love being out in the open with nothing on. So exhilarating."
The dusky American tied her dark hair in a ponytail and quickly slipped out of her bikini and continued her lifting regime on a utility bench. Emma watched the athletic female's muscles strain with the weights and was surprised at her body looked to be fit but not actually muscle bound. She had been conscious for years about her own fitness and had even qualified to become a certified yoga instructor.
"Too bad you lost out on Batgirl. But it looks pretty clear why you didn't get the part."
Emma scowled as she eyed up the completely naked Zoe, now slick with sweat that made her smooth skin look glossy from the overhead sun. Her slim legs were lewdly spread out and dangled over each side of the plastic seat as she lifted two dumbbells. Her black pubes just hiding her dampened muff.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well. You're a bit skinny."
"Is that right? Skinny am I?"
Emma stood erect and without blinking an eye whipped off her top and stepped out of her pants. As she had chosen not to wear any underwear, the lissom beauty was as nature intended. Zoe stopped her pull ups and wiped her brow. Emma stood proudly with her hands on her hips, displaying her trim figure.
"See."
In fact, Emma was looking perfectly healthy and fit. Her medium breasts were not large, but were very well formed and firm. The nipples being particularly rosy and round. Her midriff sloped divinely to her flat belly and flared out to beautiful hips. Her pert behind had twin rounded cheek, and her toned legs curved in seductively to her inviting gash berween the upper thighs. Her pubic region was neatly trimmed into a certain shape.
"Oh, how cute. You have a butterfly on your thatch."
"Actually, It's meant to be bat wings."
Zoe peered closer, and then burst out laughing.
"I WAS going to surprise Robert later."
"Excuse me!" Zoe's demeanour changed like the sky as a dark cloud blotted out the sun. "The only one around here who is going to bang that British ass is me!"
"Is that a fact? You black bitch!"
The pair of them came nose to nose.
"What was that?"
"You heard,' said Emma in her lifting voice. "You black bitch!"
"You got some nerve, sister."
