Call Emily

"Don't worry," you say. "I understand. I just need to run to the bathroom for a second to freshen up, okay? And then we'll start again."

"Yeah sure," he says, still a little rattled.

You grab your purse and run into the bathroom, flicking on the light switch. For privacy, you turn on the shower, filling the room with noise. You turn on your phone and call Emily, staring at yourself in the mirror as you do. You still look great, even after you swallowed Mr. Fowler's huge load and got your face nice and fucked.

Emily picks up the phone, and you say...