Thread: Just Riding a Trend {darkest_fate&AdventureGurl!}

The question is, do I trust him or not? mumbled Emma Watson . She leaned on the steering wheel of her expensive sports car, eying the house. It looked decent enough, like your normal Californian beach house. Two floors, modern design, though painted in colors that made it stand out. Emma believed that it led out onto the beach, but she didn't know for certain. For that matter she hadn't the faintest idea what was inside or who lived here. She leaned over, pressing one well manicured nail to her GPS, tapping it and frowning. Not entirely certain, Emma turned for where she'd set her phone, picking it up and flipping through. There was the email from her agent talked about doing publicity stunt with rising new talent. Got INCREDIBLE setup for you. All things arranged as we discussed . Don't worry, we'll do damage control on the rumors and make sure this makes your star rise even higher. Just go in and be friendly. Oh, and wear that denim jumpsuit she'll like it pack a bikini though, just in case The text made Emma wrinkle her button nose, frowning as she reached up to brush back some of her light brown hair. Each line made her nervous on its own. Rising new talent could only reference the current trend of futanaris being all cool and hip. No one knew for certain how long they'd been around, unless you counted Japanese porn, and when they'd come out, they'd done fabulous. Within a matter of months they had someone in nearly every level of celebrity society, from a hit reality show Living with Both Parts to rumors of an actual political candidate. Emma herself had even spoken up for futanari rights, feeling it was a good extension of her own feminist movements. True, the whole excessive libido thing was a bit of a drawback, but science seemed to hint that had something to do with possessing mixed genitalia or something. INCREDIBLE setup meant that her agent had decided, to Emma reluctance, to set her up with a date with a rising star futanari. Last Emma had checked, the list had been winnowed down to three candidates. There was that one impressive bodybuilder who looked like some kind of strange goddess very popular, but also on the cover of half the tabloids because of raunchy, and sometimes public, sex acts. A cute Russian ballerina who had become known as one of the public faces simply because of her sheer adorableness and supposed dainty size Emma's personal choice. And a Japanese Idol known for her crazy shows and crazier fanbase. Her agent had been pushing for either the Idol or the bodybuilder, so Emma knew they were definitely at odds there. Damage control meant that this meeting could go south, and fast. Which made Emma suspect her agent went over her head and set things up with either the bodybuilder or the Idol. She knew the ballerina was doing a show in New York, and seeing as Emma was in California, that cut that out. Supposedly the bodybuilder had a beach house here, but people also talked about the Idol's crazy bikini parties. And Emma's agent had sent that line about the bikini. The denim jumpsuit had apparently been from one of her shoots. Emma personally thought it was one of her more butch looking outfits. It hid some of her slender curves, though the cleavage she displayed in the shoot itself had been rather daring, showing quite the expanse of pale, freckle-dotted flesh. Though now a denim bra with a cute little bow could be seen in the middle of said valley, assuming Emma didn't just button it up all the way. The pants did hang well on her slender hips, and she supposed it made her apple-shaped ass look decidedly more appealing. It also galled her that the matching pantie happened to be a denim thong, but Emma figured she would survive. Still, Emma would have vastly preferred to go in a dress. She'd at least fought back by putting on a little more makeup than usual eyeshadow, foundation, pink lipstick, and doing her hair well. No use in putting it off any longer, Emma finally mumbled. She let out a slow breath and gathered her phone, sliding it into her pocket. The keys came out of the ignition to join. The model, actress, activist slid out of her car, black heeled boots clicking against a paved walk as she headed up to the house. Putting on her best smile, Emma rang the doorbell, then folded her arms patiently, though she did look around to see if there were any clues as to which partner her agent had selected.