Someone enters

Emily froze as soon as she heard the door click open. The soft patter of footsteps approached, heavy but controlled. In the darkness behind her blindfold, she sensed someone leaning in close.

Then, deliberate fingers found the buttons of her blouse. One by one, they were undone—slow, steady. The fabric parted, warm air kissing her skin as the blouse was pulled from her shoulders and slipped off completely.

Her bra was next—unhooked with ease and removed, baring her breasts to the open air and the unwavering eye of the camera. Fingers found them almost immediately, cupping and squeezing with practiced pressure. Not gentle. Not shy. Purposeful.

Her breath caught in her throat. “Who are—”

“Don’t speak,” came the sharp command.

The voice was low, slightly altered—carefully masked. She stiffened. Is he trying to hide who he is? Someone from the office?

Her skirts zipper was pulled down.

Hands were at her hips now, tugging her skirt and panties down in one fluid motion. The garments slipped past her stocking-clad thighs and legs, pooling at her feet.

“Step out of them,” the voice ordered.

Emily obeyed, carefully stepping clear while keeping her balance in her heels. She was now completely naked, save for the stockings and shoes she’d worn into work that morning—bare before an unknown man, in a lit room, in her own office building.

The air felt sharp against her skin. The camera’s red light blinked on.

She didn’t know what was coming next.

But she knew she couldn’t stop it.