Emma Alone! [R-18+]

"Hey! You in there?"

Thump-thump.

I banged on the door, the sound bouncing off the walls. Dead silence. No one was home—or at least, no one cared to answer.

Emma hadn't heard a damn thing from her manager, Alex, by 5 p.m. She could've just called—easiest fucking option—but nah, she ignored that and hauled her ass to the studio instead. 

She'd deny it if you asked, but this wasn't about tracking down Alex or grabbing some stupid photos. Something else was gnawing at her, pulling her back to this place.

Fuck.

She stood there, staring at the studio door, her heart doing a nervous little dance in her chest. Memories slammed into her—shit she couldn't shake from that day

The day she'd stripped off her panties in some random office, spread herself wide in the most humiliating poses, her pussy and ass on full display. She could still hear Alex's pissed-off voice chewing her out after spotting her soaked panties.