Robbed

The Model plucked a black marker from the desk, uncapping it with a slow, deliberate click. The sound alone made Elara’s stomach twist with anticipation. She tried to steady her breathing but couldn’t—her skin still tingled from the orgasm the Model had wrung out of her moments ago.

The cool tip touched the swell of her bare cheek, and Elara gasped. The Model dragged it across her skin in a slow, purposeful stroke, writing out a neat string of digits. Her phone number—bold, black, and unmistakable—marked her like a brand.

“There…” the Model murmured, capping the marker with a snap. Her tone was velvet wrapped around steel. “A reminder of who to call when you’re ready to learn more. You’ve got that spark I crave in bad girls, Elara. And I always keep what I crave.”

She slid her hand under Elara’s chin, guiding her up until she was standing, trembling and completely exposed. The Model’s eyes swept over her—flushed cheeks, parted lips, skin still glistening from pleasure. The basket of Elara’s clothes sat full and heavy on the desk, every piece of her modesty claimed and displayed like a trophy.

The Model’s smile deepened into something wicked. “One last lesson before you go…” she said softly, circling Elara like a predator circling its prey. Her fingers trailed over the curve of Elara’s hip, making her shiver. “You thought you were the thief.” She squeezed gently, leaning in so her lips brushed the shell of Elara’s ear. “But tonight… I’m the one who robbed you.”

Elara’s eyes flicked to the basket, to her neatly folded clothes—everything she’d arrived in now just out of reach. The Model nudged the basket a little farther away with a fingertip, smirking.

“Your friends walked home half-dressed thanks to you,” she whispered. “Now it’s your turn. Be a good girl… and walk out of here the same way.”

Elara’s pulse thundered in her throat. Her eyes widened, her face burned—but her body didn’t move to protest. The rush, the thrill, the humiliation wrapped in dark delight—it was everything she craved.

The Model leaned in close again, her voice a slow, sinful purr. “Out that door, bare and beautiful. Just like you made them. That’s the price of being my new plaything.”

She smacked Elara’s bare ass lightly, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Go on,” she added, almost sweetly. “Show me you’ve learned.”

Clothing Status

Elara: Naked and Naughty, flushed from climax, bent over the table and Marked

Basket Contents: high-waisted black skirt ankle boots, sheer black tights, lavender panties Fitted green blouse, lace bralette. (stolen)