She lets the boy take her clothes

"Fine, take my clothes and get them cleaned. If you waste any time, I will not hesitate to make you hurt for what you did." Emily warned him.

"Okay okay!" he stood there, looking at her but avoiding eye contact. "So are you going to give me the clothes or...?"

"I'm waiting for you to leave the bathroom. I'll hand you my clothes from around the door." Emily told him, getting impatient with the little pervert.

"Got it!" he fumbled out of the room, pulling his pants on. He seemed like a normal boy, it was the only reason she was even remotely trusting him.

She quickly pulled off her top and took off her skirt. Holding them in an outstretched hand, she handed them over to the boy.

"Or else." she whispered before letting them go.

"Yes ma'am! I understand!" the boy said before taking off.

Emily sighed and took off her clean shoes, socks, and low-rise panties. Now it was time to clean herself off.