Emmy wasn’t sure how she’d gotten here. The last several days were a blur, literally–when she tried to remember them, she saw swirling lights, heard a buzzing sound, and lost track of her train of thoughts.

She did know that she had to do whatever Paul wanted. He was the customer, he’d ordered her, and that meant he could order her to do whatever he wanted. She had no choice but to give him the strip tease he asked for, and anything else he chose to ask for afterwards.

She hoped it’d be a lot. Because while she couldn’t remember much from the last few days, she did remember learning how much she loved pleasing the customer.

A leftover from @deeperinmypower‘s birthday.