Her clothes

“I want what you’re wearing.” You say, trying to sound as commanding as possible.

It seems to work as she smiles, “Everything?” She asks, “you want me to strip naked here, in my work? Leaving me with nothing to cover myself with?” She seems to be almost getting off on the words as she says them slowly. You quickly take to your new role, and pull your hands away from your body.

“I want you to take off… everything.” You whisper to her, and she seems to almost jump in delight as she begins pulling off her jacket.

It takes her a minute or so, but by the end of it she has a full pile of clothes on the counter between you two, her panties added as the cherry on top as she drops them down. “The name’s Tracy.”

“Joy.”

“How fitting,” she says with a smile, “Now, are you gonna put my stuff on to cover yourself, or are you just here to **** me?”