Emma Watson looked stunning. She was dressed in a thin, little black dress and matching stiletto heels. Her short brown hair was impeccably parted and her makeup flawless. She stood with a champagne glass in hand, enjoying the room full of young attractive celebrities. She was attending one of these 'hot under 25' functions for a famous celeb gossip magazine.
They were usually good fun and she got a chance to stay in a wonderful hotel and chat to her contemporaries. It was being held in a lavish ballroom, and everywhere she looked there was someone that she recognised from TV or film. Tonight this was the place to be in LA.
A few hours later, Emma was really enjoying herself. She felt like she had talked to pretty much everyone here, loving hearing about what people were getting up to. She had received many glances over the course of the evening, and given a few herself. Being single had its merits and she loved the independence, but it had been so long since she'd had sex. Here she was, one of the most beautiful women in the world, and she had to resort to unwinding with her vibrator at night.
Not that she didn't she didn't enjoy playing with Hagrid (as she called it) but she needed to be with someone; to be held, revered as they made passionate love. She made a conscious decision not to leave this party alone, and decided to go to the bathroom and check her makeup and appearance.
Her heels clicked as she strode over to the bathroom, setting down her almost empty glass along the way. Of the many bathrooms; this one was furthest away and therefore, she reasoned, probably quieter. She wanted to be able to focus. She pushed the door to the ladies' room open and it closed behind her with barely a sound. She placed her clutch bag on the counter as she heard the noise.
She opened up her bag, and heard it again. It was the soft sound of exhaling coming from the stalls behind her, hardly unusual. She pulled out her lipstick and held it up to her face. As she looked in the mirror, she saw two feet almost sticking out below the stall door, wearing a pair of blue high heels she turned around, confused, and saw them. Someone was kneeling down in there. Just as she was wondering why, she heard, instead of the exhaling, a soft moan. Her jaw dropped. The girl in that stall must be giving some guy head!
Emma felt a stirring between her legs as she thought of the idea of doing that in public. She found the idea of doing that on a guy disgusting, let alone doing it in a hotel bathroom. Still, Emma was oddly curious, and her longing for sex made her even more so. Picking up her clutch bag, she shuffled as quietly as she could into the next stall down. She pulled out a compact mirror from the bag and popped it open. She slowly reached her hand up and angled the mirror so that she could see the wall of the other stall. She tilted it down and to the right, and her jaw dropped once more.
She was so shocked in fact that the mirror fell from her hand and hit the floor, the clanging deafening in the near silent bathroom. She held her breath as she heard the door of the stall next to her open, and turned to see Emily Osment standing before her. Hair a mess, wetness around her face. She was joined seconds later by Miley Cyrus. Both looked very angry at having their session interrupted.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Miley screamed.
"I'm really sorry for intruding, really." Emma replied meekly, always being one to avoid confrontation.
"You will be sorry, you stuck up bitch."
"Excuse me?" Emma was incredulous - she had never been spoken to that way before. "I wasn't the one doing disgusting things in a public toilet with my slutty friend!"
"You think we're disgusting?" Emily countered, angered by Emma's remarks. "Just cos you're some high-and-mighty prude doesn't mean that other people aren't allowed to have some fun!"
With that Emily grabbed Emma's arms and pushed her against the wall of the stall, as Miley locked the door behind them. She walked up to Emma and gave her a long kiss on the lips, prising open Emma's mouth and sticking her tongue in. She broke it as Emma looked utterly disgusted.
"You two are repugnant", she said, obviously repulsed by Miley's kiss.