Note from author- Any resemblance to actual events are totally coincidental. Although, you never know...
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Suki Waterhouse, being the on again/off again girlfriend of Robert Pattinson, had been the envy of all Twilight fans all over the world. The attractive fair haired English actress and model had first dated the lead of the new Batman movie over two years ago. The couple had kept their low key relationship under the radar so well that even Emma Watson had no clue that they were an item. But when she did find out the usually unassuming Emma was infuriated.
"I mean. Who IS she? Does anyone know what she's ever been in?"
Emma had to raise her voice above Lady Gaga, whose music boomed out of hidden speakers.
"I can't think of anything offhand." Answered a bored Daniel Radcliffe as he looked around the packed apartment.
"But, I thought he was fresh with Zoe Kravitz?"
Indeed, the American cast as the new Catwoman and she had both gotten their frustration out at Robert's country abode, and Emma had kicked her ass in the process. (See part 6)
The costume party was in full swing as he took a swig of champagne. Everybody who was anybody in London showbusiness had turned up at Robert Pattinson's West London hangout. Provided that they dressed up in something colourful. Robert had felt like celebrating his good fortune in landing the prize role of Batman ever since the dreaded lockdown had begun in England. Now it had been possible to entertain friends and also future contacts. Daniel had come dressed in a classic wizard costume. Basically a long robe adorned with stars and crescent moons, topped off with a tall hat and fake white beard. He turned to a seething Emma and waved a hand.
"What's with the Batgirl outfit, anyway? You didn't get the part."
"So?" Pouted Emma as she looked at her old friend of the last ten years.
Despite being only five feet four, she adopted the classic pose of Yvonne Craig's version and placed her hands on her hips and tilted her chin up. The lower half of the stretchy black spandex hugged the heavenly contours of her hips and rear end tightly, and the cut of her upper body was hugely suggestive in the compressed bustier, making her perky B cup breasts thrust up. The black cowl hid her features but let her medium length hair sit nicely on her shoulders. Two pointed ears poked up on either side of her head by about four inches.
"I like it. AND it does things for my figure."
Not wrong there, thought Radcliffe, as every feminine bump and curve of the sprightly actress was exhibited under the snug fitting outfit. He looked long and hard at the cut out Bat emblem which showed a mouth watering glimpse of the top of her bosom. The utility belt around her middle cinched in her already slim waist to practically suffocating mode.
"Still. It smacks of something a bit, you know. Desperate."
"Balls!" Snapped she as she cast an expert eye around the room and spied Pattinson with Suki.
The London born brown eyed blonde must have been five feet eight, with high cheekbones, pouting lips, and a figure that turned most men's heads. Robert's hands were all over her. Touching and caressing her backside which stuck out behind her from under her short red skirt. She had come as Supergirl and looked stunning in her eye catching bright blue top with the Supergirl symbol embroidered into it, and the thigh high red skirt. Emma noted her beautifully shaped tits, firm and slightly upturned, under the snug fitting top.
"Best go and say hello." Prompted Radcliffe as Pattinson kept looking their way.
"God! I hate him!" Thought Emma as she tossed her cape back and crossed the room.
I hate him. I hate his gorgeous unruly hair. I hate his penetrating blue eyes and thick brows. I hate his square jaw and long lashes. But especially the way he made her go weak at the knees whenever she was in close proximity to him.
"Git!"
The host and his partner stood at a long table that was ladened with dozens of wine bottles and bite sized snacks and party favours. Robert whispered something to Suki, who reacted by laughing aloud.
"So. Batgirl, eh? A bit predictable, Watson. Allow me to introduce Suki. Or should I say Supergirl. Well. She was last night!"
Smug bastard! Emma narrowed her eyes as she looked him up and down. Robert was in a gold Star Trek uniform jersey and very tight black slacks. Beneath the costume he was tall, lean, and of late, fairly muscular. He was so drop dead handsome and gentlemanly that at times like this Emma could scream. Suki playfully punched him on the arm and Emma would have loved to reciprocate with a fist to her.
"Robert! Don't!"
Suki's blonde hair fanned her face as she laughed.
"So. How's the filming going?" Asked Emma, trying to remain courteous and civil as she spoke. Carefully avoiding eye contact with the blonde glued to Robert's side.
"It's been all go since lockdown ended."
Radcliffe and Emma listened as Pattinson told them of the Batman shooting schedule. In excruciating detail. Suki meanwhile, hung on his every word, gazing into his eyes as she smiled happily. Emma tried her best to remain aloof as she sipped her second glass of the expensive bubbly. One more glass would seem her well on the way to being nigh on sloshed. She caught herself staring at his crotch and mentally kicked herself. He always was able to make her heart beat in her chest, and make her palms sweat. Images of his naked body crushing against hers filled her head, and she self consciously squeezed her thighs together for a little thrill.
"Ah. There she is."
Daniel pointed at somebody across the room and scooted off through a throng of laughing and chatting guests, while Robert and Suki took off in the other direction.
"Huh!"
Emma heard a click-clacking of high heels behind her and Kristen Stewart tapped her on the shoulder. Emma whipped round to see Robert's ex in attendance as Diana, Princess of Wales. Complete with appropriate blonde wig and the notorious 'revenge' black dress.
"Really. I don't know, honestly I don't. I mean, just look at you in that ridiculous Batgirl outfit."
The Californian born actress tilted her head to her left as she made puppy eyes at Emma, just like the real Princess. The dress was pretty accurate to the famous off the shoulder, silk crepe number Diana wore to the Vanity Fair party back in 1994.