It was an hour or so after Emma's amorous audition, and she raced towards her door, praying no one would see her. She sighed and groaned wearily, fairly falling into her apartment, struggling mightily to bury a spreading sense of shame and disgust with herself. Her legs were still shining with the girlcum that spangled them, and her makeup was fast becoming a FEMA-level disaster. The starlet shook her head miserably, starting to sit on a nearby crimson sofa, when a squelching sound emanated from her ass. A thick glob of cum oozed out and dripped into her still sopping pussy. Emma kept her feet and dug her nails into her palms, positively shaking with revulsion.
Emma's usually bright, brown, eyes stung horribly behind a veil of tears. Nothing in all her years of crusading work as a feminist had ever worn her out like this.
"What the fuck is wrong with me," she whispered to herself, staring dejectedly at her clean colored flats. "That wasn't acting. I was debasing myself, begging for dick like a fucking pornstar! It felt good! How the fuck does sexualizing women like that get me so fucking wet? God, I'm a disgrace. Fuck me! My pussy's still twitching from that shit. It wants more! Oh, God, I had to get away from there. I'm going to have to go back though. I have to do this. I must. How the hell do I play a whore without turning into one?"
Emma didn't have an answer for that so she slipped out of her dress and into a steamy shower. She sighed in relief when the water rushed over her, beading on her delicate skin, cooling it whenever the air crept in. The steam enveloped her like a protective blanket, carrying the lavender notes of her body wash to her nostrils. The constant wave massaged the tiredness out of her flesh, leaving it supple, pliant, and gently glowing.
Emma smiled contentedly, soaping her soft, perky, breasts, shivering delightedly at the lovely tickling sensation as her fingers danced over her nipples. It felt that all the nastiness of an hour ago, all the blowjobs and buttfucking, all the demeaning slurs were being washed away. All that was left was her, a woman pure and strong. The water vapor seemed to flush the starlet out and leave her feeling new. She took up a loofah and slid it down her subtle curves, humming tunefully to herself and savoring every sensation.
When the loofah slid over her puffy vulva, Emma shuddered as a spark of pleasure shot through her. She marvelled at how completely a little warm water changed her mood. Only moments ago she'd felt like a horrid wretch. Now, with the water cascading through her hair, she arrived at a bold revelation.
"Susana James always taught that sex isn't ugly. It isn't disgusting. It's nothing to be ashamed of. The only thing disgusting about sex is what men have done to it, turning it into a platform to parade and abuse women. She said we need to take our pleasure back and not be ashamed. I was horny, that's all. I still am. And I'm not going to be ashamed anymore. I'm going to enjoy it and get myself under control so I can make this movie.
So saying, the actress let her loofah fall and began humping her balmy pussy against her right hand. She whimpered contentedly as her left slipped up her side to clasp her left breast, gently kneadig and caressing the flesh.
"Shit, that feels good," Emma panted, brushing the heel of her hand against her clit.
She teased herself for a few minutes more, until she was purring beneath the shower spray like a kitten. Realizing she couldn't hold herself back any longer, Emma slid two fingers into her welcoming slit. The velvety walls took hold of them at once pulling and squeezing as the actress gave voice to a long, lewd, moan. Turning the shower knob to the left, for the water was growing cold, Emma began pumping in and out, savoring the cresting waves of pleasure.
"Yes! Oh, fuck yes, take those fingers," she hissed seductively, running her left hand down to her taut, flat, stomach. "I'm going to play with you, Emma," she told herself. "Goddamn, today was rough, and you deserve a little reward. You like those fingers don't you, girl? You feel so tight. Look how wet you are. Oh yeah, Emma Watson. Enjoy yourself! Moan as you feel those sensations move through you."
An electric wave of pleasure shot straight through Emma's frame, and she started stroking her swollen clit with her free hand. She began to pant heavily, struggling to prolong the experience, while her pussy was enthralling her with all its might. She saw the scenes from earlier that had grieved her so much in her mind's eye. But this time, her shame was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Emma saw a young woman enjoying herself, happily liberated from her own harsh judgments.
She was on all fours with her dress hiked around her waist. Her white, lace panties had been pulled down around her ankles. The back of her dress was open, her bra pushed up, and the pert tits it usually hid were being roughly groped by Mr. Peters. Brian was on his knees behind her, his tongue firmly locked in place. Emaa groaned with carnal hunger as she imagined her director's assistant forcing his long, flat tongue between her folds. The starlet bucked on her fingers, crying out beneath the water as she felt the blood rush to her nipples.
"Hell yes..." Emma shuddered as she watched the image playing in her mind.
