I actually found this prompt via another subreddit, but took a little too long to get around to writing it. Enjoy.
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*Prelude*
“Bloody hell!” Emma Watson hisses as she walks into the gas station convenience store. She was late for the Golden Globes, currently in the process of missing the red carpet, and if her driver didn’t route them properly, she might also miss the award she up for, not that she had any hope of winning, but that, at least, she was resigned to. And now she had to sue the loo, desperately so, which was how her driver somehow got turned around, off the highway, and into area that could barely be called a neighborhood. The place was basically deserted, but the lights were on.
She glanced down at her white dress, short for an awards gown, but still presentable. Thw white of the dressed gleamed in the flourescents as she clicked in her heels over the pavement toward the entrance. Her breasts bounced with each step, free under the front of the dress, tied with a big bow at her collar. The dress was more or less backless but for a narrow stip of fabric that prevented her ass from falling out. She couldn’t have worn a bra if she wanted to, and the designer was adamant that nipple tape would show through the fabric. Instead, as she walked into the shop, her nipples hardened in the blasting AC, and in the brighter light, you could almost see her nipples. “The paparazzi are going to love that.” She thought, grimly.