Um. . . .Okay

"Um....Okay." You say.

Emma smiles and walks off to her dressing room, you quickly make your way to Sam, he looks at you and the coffee in disgust, he snatches it from you. He dismisses you and you walk off towards the dressing rooms, you find Emma's and knock on the door.

"Come in." You hear her say softly.

You walk in and Emma is standing there waiting for you with a winning smile. She quickly closes the door and turns to you, "I'm Emma by the way." She extends a hand.

You chuckle a little, "I know who you are." She smiles. "John Doe, you say shaking her hand."

"Well you get those trousers off and I'll see if I have something for you to wear." She says walking to the other side of the dressing room, she bends over a little and her lab coat rides up her ass, she moves it so it hands off the side of her, the skirt is tight against her ass, its so short that when she bends down further it rides up also and reveals a tiny bit of her lower ass.

You stood there in a world of your own staring at her, you didn't notice her looking back and catching you looking, she smirks. You have to stop yourself drooling for a second, you snap out of it as she stands normally again. You soon realise that staring at her ass has given you a semi.

"Come on John you have to get those wet things off." She tells you walking over to you.

"Ummm. . . . I think I'll be okay." You say stuttering.

"Nonsense." She says closing the gap between you, she then places her hands on your belt.