The Lap of Luxury

Emma spent a few hours that night exploring the apartment, discovering all its secrets. Her bedroom on the third floor was larger than most houses, and it had two walk-in closets, one filled with hundreds of different latex outfits, and one with hundreds of shoes.

The man was right, there were enough clothes here for her to wear something different every day for the rest of her life. The shoe closet had every type of shoe imaginable in every style imaginable, and the latex closet had many "normal" outfits, made out of latex. There were: latex cheerleader outfits, latex maid outfits, latex flight attendant outfits, but also latex jackets, latex blazers, latex sports-coats. Most of the outfits leaned heavily towards sexy but not all of them.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Emma thought.
She spent a few hours drinking wine and sitting in the hot tub, feeling the warm water and bubbles on her naked body. While she drank, she thought about her predicament. This strange man seemed to have control over everything, and virtually infinite resources. If what he said really was true, then resistance was pointless. She could live here for the rest of her life, and be more than comfortable, she just had to make a few concessions. Emma looked through the red folder with the suggestions for the female-empowerment organization. The man had some good ideas, and with his resources, he could make them a reality. She could do some real, tangible good with this organization. That night she put on the silk pyjamas that had been provided for her, and collapsed onto a bed larger than some boats, her mind made up.

She was woken by one of the housekeepers at exactly 6pm, who provided her with a delicious breakfast, then spent the next few hours checking her messages and e-mails. All of a sudden, overnight, job offers had started flooding in. So far, none of them stood out to her as particularly appealing. It was only after she finished breakfast and went to change back into her blazer and pants of the day before that she realised they were gone. They'd been taken to the incinerator during the night. Seeing no other option for clothing, Emma went to one of the upstairs closets and carefully selected a latex outfit. It was her first time ever wearing latex and it felt a little odd, but she could get used to it. She had just finished getting ready when she heard the slow grinding of the elevator. It was 8am. She hurried into the other room so that she would be the first thing the man saw when he emerged from the elevator.

The elevator slid to a stop with a PING. The man saw Emma and was momentarily struck dumb. For some reason that gave Emma confidence. The man projected such an aura of superiority that she didn't think he could be thrown by anything.
"An interesting choice of outfit." The man said, in an even tone. At first Emma thought he might have been dissatisfied with her choice of outfit, but slowly his face broke into a wide smile. "Of course, there are hundreds of items in that closet, but I should have known you wouldn't go for anything too sexy or revealing. You would keep it classy. It suits you; though I expect you to be wearing something different tomorrow." He paused here, as he walked over to one of the couches and took a seat. "Well Emma. You have had your time to think over my offer. Will you accept voluntarily and live in luxury, or will I have to resort to other means to get what I want?"