Go over there

"Besides," She whispers. "I seem to have forgotten where the key to my clothes locker is... and I lost it after I got undressed." This time there's a definite pout in her voice. "Won't you help me, sir?"

"I'll be right there, but you should consider yourself lucky that I don't make you come here anyway." She moans softly as you hang up the phone and move over to her trailer.

You knock on the door to her trailer and wait patiently, looking around to make sure that no one really cares about your presence. "I'm here, my pet."

"Come in, sir." You hear her call.

"Oh no, my dear. You must come to me." You hear some hesitant movement and the door opens slightly. You see Emma's hand, but that's all. "I don't see you, my pet." The door opens further, and, blushing, Emma stands in the doorway, naked. You take pity on her and enter, pushing the door closed. "Now, then. Where to begin on a badly mannered little slut like you?"