Your captor returns

The man who bound you to this chair some three hours ago finally returns.

"Hello, my two naughty whores! ...One naughty whore? But if one of you managed to escape, then how come... Don't tell me, did she escape and still decide to leave you here? Are you two not best of friends at the moment, hmm? Had a little falling out? Well shit, this changes things a litttle, but only a little."

"Listen up, slut, we're going to play a little game. It's my favorite employee's birthday, and I've told him that I've bought him a hooker. I want you to give him your best Porn Star Experience. I'm not talking about any boring sex that we can get from any chick we walk past whenever we want. I mean the stuff that the cops won't even let us get away with doing to each other without permission.

"I want my man walking out of this room with his head held high, telling me he's never ever had someone do the nasty stuff you just did to him. Should be easy enough for you though right?"

You moan into your gag. This man thinks you're a prostitute, and in this world, where people can clearly pretty much have sex with whomever they want whenever they want, the list of things that people would pay for are significantly reduced, to just the really perverted stuff.

"Of course, you don't have to agree. I'd get a pretty hefty fine if I was found to be forcing you to do that sort of stuff against your will, now, wouldn't I. Might as well just pay you like normal, rather than risk that. But remember, you're still my captive, and I'm allowed to keep you for another... 20 and a half hours. So, what I can say, is that if you DON'T do this, well, I'll make sure that you spend the next 20 hours losing your mind with me, and probably missing your next several bookings. So, it's up to you, but I'd suggest you make up your mind quickly."

He throws a sheer pink negligee with strong straps onto the ground next to you, along with a pair of slutty sheer thigh-high stockings.

"This is what I've picked out for you to wear."

He confirms there's no spare clothes in the wardrobe or dresser, and then cuts your underwear off with a pair of scissors.

"There. Now you have no other option anyway. If you want to leave here with proper clothes on, you'll have to wait until I give you some after he's done with you and told me what an excellent job you did."

He steps behind you and slices the ropes binding you to the chair.

"He'll be here in ten minutes. The choice is yours."

He's about to start removing the rest of your restraints, when he stops.

"One sec. I'm just going to use the toilet first. Don't want you running off on me while I'm in there, now, do I?"

And so he leaves you sitting on the chair, still bound by rope, but no longer anchored, and walks into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind him.