The instructions had been simple, almost childishly so. Properly wash every nook and cranny of the body. Dress in something comfortable. Head to a hotel at this address. Go to the desk and inform the clerk that you're here to see the best girlfriend. Then wait patiently in the lobby. So simple on some levels, but at the same time both looking and sounding like something ripped from the pages of a spy novel. Even as she essentially told the clerk what felt all too much like a password, she very nearly started smiling, or laughing.
Better that than getting angry, which had been her first reaction. Her boyfriend had always been a little... demanding regarding sex as far as she was concerned. He daren't be outright about it, and in every other way he remained perfectly charming. He just happened to think that they should be making love considerably more often than she did. Add on her tremendously busy schedule, and they spent less time touching than even she would've liked. Still, suggesting that she go to agirlfriend trainerhad struck her as crossing a line. They'd had an extreme row about it, to the point where she'd very nearly considered cutting him out of her life.
That had almost spiked when he admitted that he'd already gone through and arranged everything, even giving her some of the information. She'd all but snapped. That row had certainly eclipsed the first. But then she looked at who he set her up with, and she had to pause: a woman. She was going to be "trained" to be a "good girlfriend" by a woman. There were quite a few testimonials, and for a bit, she was reminded of the training she underwent for her roles.
Plus, she could see herself acing this training and rubbing it in her boyfriend's face.
All of which explained whyEmma Watsonof all people sat in a rather impressive hotel room dressed like an average girl and patiently waiting. The blue jeans and pink flannel weren't particularly flattering, nor was the basest amount of makeup enhancing her girl-next-door features. Still, the lightly freckled face would be rather familiar, particularly to fans. Big brown eyes clearly expressed the girl's curiosity and intelligence, both of which were fluttering across her now. She kept looking to her phone, reviewing files and the records of this "trainer" (she still couldn't remove the quotation marks, even mentally).
Emma had already signed the paperwork, essentially agreeing to follow instructions, even the ones she didn't want to. That had been a bit of compromise: the "trainer" got a privacy agreement with a giant lawsuit potentially attached; Emma got a similar contract stating that if she failed her end of the bargain, the knowledge of her "training" would become public knowledge.
So Emma looked back at her phone, wondering for a moment why she couldn't even find a picture...<|im_end|>
It had been three months since a man contacted her about a new job. She was told that the woman she was supposed to be training needed to talk about it, and making sure she was comfortable with it. Then there was the issue of her signing the contract that she wrote out, and then finally they talked about meeting places for their training. They had decided on an expensive hotel in downtown, far enough away from the woman's boyfriend that he wouldn't be involved, and she made sure he didn't know the location of this so he didn't show up.
The trainer was very successful at her job, and had famous clients before, so she wasn't surprised when she learned that her newest one was none other than Emma Watson. It actually excited her a bit to be training someone with such a strong background in acting, and advocating for female and male rights in equality. This was probably her biggest gig yet, but she knew it would also be the hardest. The boyfriend had already explained that she was not exactly overly sexual, nor did she make time for him as much as they both wanted.
The trainer's name was Luciana, she never gave out her last name to her clientele. She preferred to keep them from snooping into her private life, unless they wanted to sort through every Luciana that they could find online. She was a tall, confident woman who walked with the air of someone who knew exactly where she was going, even as she walked into the hotel, and had no idea where her client was. She knew who she was looking for, but as she walked in she had to do a quick scan of the area. She had been waiting to actually come to the hotel when she was told that the client had arrived, instead of waiting in the hotel room for her all day. Finally, the dark, chocolaty eyes spotted the fair-skinned woman who was dressed atrociously, which Luciana should have known better. Probably dressed like this so people wouldn't recognize her so easily. Luciana walked past the woman, her long legs making the trip quick, and as she passed the woman didn't slow down, just said, "Let's go. We don't have all day." They did, but she had a lot of work to get done with this woman, and the Caramel-skinned woman didn't like to waste time if they didn't have to. She didn't even slow down until they were in the elevator, assuming Emma actually did follow her, if not she gestured for her to hurry up.
"I'm Luciana," she said, surely you figured that out. I'm not going to make this harder than it has to be, but you Will have to cooperate with me. If you do, then this will be extremely easy for us. Do you have any questions?" The woman asked as she ran one of dainty hands through her long, hazel-brown hair. She was wearing a black dress that came to her mid-thigh and hugged her body softly. She was tall, and had long legs, wearing four-inch heels on her feet. She was slim-waisted, with full, perky breasts, just a little cleavage shown in the small V cut of the dress. Her dress clung to her wide hips, and round behind. All in all, she was gorgeous, and filled out the dress well.<|im_end|>