This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain and I wrote it down. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would be nice if you could let me know where. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. Comments are always welcome and appreciated.
This is the fifth in a series of loosely connected stories (they all share one character) about actors promoting their projects at ComicCon. You don't have to read any of the other stories (after I write them, this is just the first one) to understand any one story. Please to enjoy.
*****
Emma Watson Meets The Fanboys
By Muhabba
Story Codes: M+/F, Exhib
The portly, balding main in the ill fitting suit ran as fast as his stubby legs would carry him up the hall. "Emma! Emma!" he gasped as the beautiful young star turned around and stared at him with a confused look on her face. "I've been trying to catch up with you all day," he huffed as he reached the actress. "I don't think these London streets were designed for cars," he panted, bent over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"They're not. Do I know you?" Emma Watson, former child star of the Harry Potter movies asked, with suspicion in her precise British accent, not quite sure of what to make of the over weight American. Since he looked like he was about to have a heart attack he didn't seem very dangerous.
"I'm Mel," he gasped before taking a deep, panting breath, "We talked last week."
Emma thought for a moment before exclaiming, "Oh, the Meet & Greet! Oh, pleased to meet you. I'm Emma Watson," she said cheerfully and held out her dainty hand to the gasping, sweaty man.
"Uh, yeah, I know," Mel huffed, grasping Emma's hand in his moist palm. "Pleased to meet you. I've been trying to book you for ComicCon for years."
"Yeah, I know," Emma said as he wiped her hand nonchalantly on her simple black dress. "I'm afraid filming the Harry Potter movies kept me quite busy," she said. "I've always wanted to attend, 'tho."
"And I've always wanted to have you," Mel said, finally able to stand erect. "And your fans would have loved to have you at one of my Meet & Greets. Everyone always enjoys them," he said finally taking in Emma's slim body, newly short, chestnut colored hair and sparkling eyes. "So have you given any thought to my proposal?"
Emma thought for a second before answering, "Well it certainly seems intriguing. And it would definitely help me bridge the gap between the younger audience of the Harry Potter movies and the more mature films I'm pursuing now."
"And to help ensure your Harry Potter fans to follow you from one to the other," Mel said helpfully as his eyes crawled over Emma's slim, sexy body. With his heartbeat now under control he could turn his attention from not dying after running up the hall to the beautiful starlet standing in front of him.
"One stipulation, I'm afraid," Emma said.
"Anything you want," Mel said as his eyes trailed up Emma's slender legs to her knee length dress, her slim waist, her small chest, and her stunning face.
"There is a charity I support," Emma said seriously, "They rescue bunnies from testing by cosmetic companies. All proceeds must go to them."
"I love animals," Mel said with all the sincerity that he could fake, "I'll personally see to it that all of your precedes go to saving all of those cute, fluffy animals."
"Not animals," Emma said sternly, "I feel bunnies don't get enough recognition in being used so viciously."
Mel vigorously nodded his head. "Right, right. Oddly specific but of course."
"And it's all proceeds," Emma added, "Not just mine."
"Right," Mel agreed, "All of your proceeds. Got it."
---
It was a pretty seedy motel set in the middle of London but it was the best that Mel could get on such short notice. He'd been trying to get Emma to attend one of his Meet & Greets for years but she had always declined and now that he had her he wasn't going to waste time. Plus, the deal he had worked out with the motel manager actual cut a hefty amount of money out of his budget meaning more for his share of the profits while leaving Miss Watson plenty to give as much of her cut as she wanted to whatever breed of animal she wanted.
"Are you sure of this?" the motel manager asked as he held his arms out helplessly.
Mel looked over the managers robes and long, fake beard. "Every bit the wizard," he said. "How do I look?"
"Like a transient," the manager said matter of factly.
"Haven't you seen the Harry Potter movies?" Mel asked dejectedly. "I'm Hagrid."
The manager rolled his eyes. "I'm British, of course I've seen the movies, and read the books, it's pretty much compulsory. And you look like a transient."
Mel waved his hand dismissively at the manager. "Whatever. This is the best I could get on short notice. Now remember, when the actress gets here, you're me and she's auditioning for the next Harry Potter movie."
The manager rolled his eyes again. "It's not a Harry Potter move per se, it's just a spin-off."
"And she doesn't need to know that," Mel said in exasperation. "Now you take the audition and I'll handle the conference room. Just don't forget to record everything, got it?'
The manager shuffled into his office. "A bloody monkey could do it," he mumbled under his breath as he sat down and flipped on the two monitors sitting on his desk, one showing the interior of his office and the other showing the interior of one of the hotel's two conference rooms made to look like a set piece for the Harry Potter movies. And then he waited.
Mel made his way down one of the motel's long halls to the conference room and the large group of people milling around outside of the door. "'Ello, mates!" he said in his best British accent which was so bad that several people in the crowd groaned, "...and welcome to 'Ollivander's Wand Shoppe'. Hope ye have ye wands ready 'cuz we only got one employee today." With a flourish he opened the door and shouted, "May I introduce you to Hermione Granger of Hogwarts!"
Emma stood in the middle of the room surrounded by shelves filled with small boxes. The room was trying very hard to look like the Ollivander's set from the "Harry Potter" movies and failing terribly with only Emma, wearing her actual Hermione school robes and Gryffindor tie that she had kept from the movies, looking even remotely authentic. Wearying a bushy brown wig Mel had brought to cover up her newer, shorter, brown hair she held her arms open wide to greet her fans. "Today we're running a special on wand cleaning," she announced as the group of men began slowly trickling in, "...so I hope you've all brought your dirty wands." She smiled devilishly as the group of men with her trademarked grin that most men knew her for.
Two of the first fans shuffled nervously over to Emma with their plain brown, wooden wands held out. They were both wearing Harry Potter T-shirts with fake, round glasses and stuttering nervously as they stood in front of the beautiful actress. "Pleased to meet you," Emma said still grinning as if nothing strange was going on while her deft hands unzipped their pants and quickly pulled out their rapidly hardening dicks. "My, my, my..." she said, clicking her tongue in disapproval as she began tugging on their shafts, "These certainly look dirty." She looked up at the faces of the Fanboys in admonishment. "You haven't been keeping very good care of your wands, have you, boys?" she asked as her delicate hands slid up and down the two now hard cocks.