One Week Later...

It had been a week since Emma had given the press conference announcing the formation of her new charity, and it still dominated the news. The entertainment world had been rocked by her announcement that she was going to forego ordinary clothes in favour of latex. Emma had given a speech saying that women had been restricted and constrained for too long, so she was wearing restricting clothing to raise awareness of it. Women shouldn't have to just accept their lot, though, Emma urged them all to wear latex, and to think of it as a chrysalis, from which women would soon burst forth and take wing. It had been a very convincing speech. She'd already had several politicians pledge their support, along with many prominent business leaders. A few minor celebrities had also taken to wearing latex, to support the cause. Emma had been expecting more backlash, after her controversial announcement, but she was gratified to see that, for the most part, people were supportive. BITCHES had already made plans to start building a school for girls in India. Good things were happening.
Things were improving in Emma's personal life too; she was enjoying living in luxury, she was starting to get used to wearing latex all the time, and she had a chance to revive her acting career. She'd taken more phone calls from casting directors in the last week than she had in the previous six months. Things were looking up...until Emma received an unexpected visit from her Master.

"Well, Emma, I'm very proud of what you've managed to accomplish in such a short time." Charlie said, as he sat in Emma's office, thumbing through her job offers.
"Thank you sir." She replied, stiffly. She still wasn't entirely at ease in his presence yet.
"However, I think it's time we take this to the next level." He continued, barely glancing at her. "This little movement has more support than I expected, there are already a few British female celebrities that have started wearing latex full-time. Most of them are fairly minor, but nevertheless, it would be good to have some on our side. So, I've taken the liberty of setting up meetings with the three most vocal supporters of the cause: Molly Quinn, Katie McGrath and Felicity Jones. I plan to make all of them into my latex-clad slaves, and you will help me." Emma squirmed, she felt really uncomfortable about doing this, but she didn't see that she had much of a choice. After asking some discreet questions, she'd been able to ascertain that her Master's influence extended far beyond what she thought. He always got what he wanted. He continued.
"I've asked all three ladies to come to this office this afternoon, but I didn't specify a time. When they each arrive, all you need to do is offer them a beverage. Sierra will spike it with a little something, and they should be asleep within minutes. After that, Stevenson and Richardson will prep the ladies and then, when they're all ready, we can take them to their new homes. Got it?" Emma paused for a moment before replying.
"Yes master."