Note= This is all made up by me and any events mentioned herein never occurred.
It all started with Taylor Swift’s three words: “I dare you.”
“Oh, balls!”
She and Emma Watson were sitting in two of the coveted sets of the Royal Box of Wimbledon’s Centre Court.
Emma Raducanu looked to be on her way out of round two of the women’s singles, and Watson was not in the best of moods.
She looked splendid as usual, in her tan Ralph Lauren collection shirtdress that was cinched at the waist with one of the designer’s brown belts and worn with an Olympia le Tan book clutch, mimicking the French vocabulary text Corbeille de Mots. Watson’s dress looked effortless and elegant. Though Watson wore a straw fedora and white heels that have become standard attire at tennis matches, the overall effect was casual and modern. With her hair and makeup kept natural and the tiniest diamond necklace completing the look, she watched Raducanu face match point.
The mega-star singer, Taylor had a perma-smile as she sat beside the English actress.
Also in white for the occasion her dress was adorned with small white flowers. The thin shoulder straps led to a ruffled bodice that showed just enough cleavage on her slender body, and the crisp whiteness highlighted her lightly tanned skin. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her sparkling blue eyes.
“Never in a hundred years. I simply refuse to do it.”
“You’ll regret saying no. I mean, what are you up to these days anyway?”
Not much was the truthful answer to that, wondered Emma.
They stood up and applauded the players as the game ended in Raducanu’s loss. Watson and Swift quickly made their way to the Rosewater Pavilion where they found the private suites. They each accepted a champagne flute and joined some of the other elite guests on the outdoor terrace.
“Oh, look. There he is.”
They both glanced over at him, and Emma actually jumped as he turned to see him look in their direction while sipping his drink at the balcony. He was tall and handsome in a rugged but sophisticated way. He had mussed brown hair and a wry smile that gave him a strong confident look. He looked like he might be about their age. In his early thirties? He had a dark shirt, with no necktie and with the top two buttons open.
“Emma, may I introduce Mister Robert Lincoln.”
“Afternoon,” said Emma softly.
“Emma Watson. So pleased to meet you.”
He offered her his hand and she took it with a certain amount of aversion.
“Robert is…”
“Please. Call me Linc.” He said holding up a hand to both.
“I know who ‘Linc’ is.” Scoffed Emma. “He’s the self styled ‘King of Sex Games,’ and he specializes in making those horrid Japanese Sex game shows that exploit women.”
“Hey. Those shows have made me millions. Don’t knock it.”
Emma huffed, but kept looking at him side-on. The way he moved made it hard for her to keep her eyes off him.
His shoulders were broad and in every movement you could see he was strong and sure in his own body.
“I don’t personally oversee those shows but just deal with the business side of things. The Japanese Love those shows anyway. More for the humour. And, the Arab Sheiks can’t get enough of that kind of stuff. Which brings me to the proposal.”
“Right. The proposal.”
Linc gestured to a waiter and ordered three more flutes of bubbly.
“Yeah. They’re banned in Abu Dhabi, but It seems like bootleg showings of ‘Big Brother’ and ‘Love Island’ has given one particular Billionaire Sheik the hots for a, shall we say, exclusive version of both. You, are on the list.”
“Your list?” Thought Emma with a raised brow.
“Of eight possible names of his favourite celebrities to take part in a ‘Big Brother’ with a difference.”
“I’m on it.” Grinned Taylor.
“And she’s agreed to take part. It’ll be recorded over one week. In a secluded house in England, and only to be shown to a select number of those who can cough up 500 million US dollars each for permission to watch live. Once the week is over, the recordings will be destroyed. Guaranteed.”
“It’s gonna be great. There will be eight of the yummiest guys from this year’s Love Island with the eight of us girls.”
“And what? We all just fuck out brains out over a week?” Emma rolled her eyes.
“Pretty much, yeah!”
Taylor shrugged and smiled.
“Not only that. There will be fun and games to spice things up. And we will pay handsomely.”
Linc fished inside his breast pocket and passed a small rectangular piece of paper to Emma. She looked at him and then opened up the note.
“Bloody hell!”
“Nice bit of cash, right.” Said Taylor, nudging Emma, whose eyes had widened at the figure on the note.
“This? For one week?”
“Correct. Not including extra’s and bonus points. So, do we have a deal?”
Emma looked again at the note, took a gulp of champagne and looked out at the hundreds of tennis fans below.
“Why not?”
x
The two weeks before the big day flew by and as the day got closer and closer Emma could think of nothing else but loving out some fantastic fantasy of being in a house with three dozen other celebrities. All up for anything and everything.
The finally arrived and after a week of deliberating the offer, Emma duly arrived at the private house in Kent at midnight, where proceedings were to be recorded.
She noted the large trucks which had electric cables and the like stretching up to the house.
A small gathering of suited Japanese gentlemen were standing outside the main entrance which was brightly lit.
As Emma approached, one of them spoke excitedly into his hand held microphone.
“Hello again, everyone! We now have our final guest for our exclusive Big Brother, 2022. It’s Emma Watson! Miss Watson. How are you?”
“Er…”
“I am sure you are excited to meet the other contestants.”
A camera panned into Emma’s face who, despite having been filmed regularly from a tender age, felt like a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights.
“Good fuck! I mean, good luck!”
Emma grinned sheepishly and headed up to the large front door. As it opened, she stepped in and looked around the hallway which had wall to wall mirrors.
She jumped as a female voice boomed out of hidden speakers.
“Good evening.” Said the voice in a clipped accent. “When the door opens, please step through to the main room. There, you shall find the other guests.”
Emma started to move.
“But first. You have to strip naked.”
“What?”
“See the closet to your right? Use it to store your belongings.”
Emma sighed and dragged her dress off over her head, followed by her underwear.
“You may keep your shoes on if you wish.”
The alluring beauty looked down at her black bracelet heels and decided to keep them on. Despite having a superb slim figure with very nice features, the actress-come-model was feeling self conscious as she braced herself to enter a room full of strangers in the nude. Keeping her shoes on gave her some reassurance.
Turning to her left, Emma gazed at her own reflection. She had a stellar physique, and the mirror captured her exquisite curves.
“Ready.”
Emma took a deep breath as the door opened. As she tottered in on wobbly pins, she was confronted by fifteen men and women. All of whom were stark bollock naked!
“Oh…my…goodness! This is really happening. I’m on Big Brother!”
“EMMA!” Shrieked Taylor Swift. “Come on in!”
Beside Taylor was a naked fair haired man of about twenty, who had a big grin and a big erection that seemed to point directly at Emma’s loins.
“What HAVE I let myself in for?”
to be continued…
