A manager

She heard a key in the changing room door and it swung open. An older man, probably in his 50s with a bit of a beer belly stretching his ill-fitting polo shirt, stood in the doorway surveying the scene. He was speechless at the sight of a stacked woman with her legs spread, clearly just barely post-climax in his dressing room.

“What the fuck.”

“Oh my god, Mister, I’m so sorry.” There was something baby-ish about Emily’s voice. Even she was surprised by the tone.

“What the fuck.” He was clearly incredulous.

A thought crossed Emily’s mind. Some part of her was horrified at the idea she’d just had. But the new, fun part of her couldn’t help but act on it.