I knocked on the door and waited. Looking to my right, I could see the end of the corridor and a single window showing the city outside. Emma lived in a more modest part of the city, pretty far from the penthouse. It had taken me about twenty minutes to get here. Thankfully the traffic had been non-existent, otherwise it easily would've been forty or fifty.
The door opened. Emma stood there wearing a bright green surgical mask and a deep green garter belt. She had covered her nipples with bandaids in the shape of small X's.
"Come in," she said flatly. "Get naked."
"Wow. Straight to business." I exhaled and stepped inside. "Is this going to be a live show?"
"No. I'll record and send it. Then edit some parts out, probably. Depends on how we do. Are you ready?"
"No!" I shook my head. "Give me some time. I don't just click a button and get hard, Emma."
"Well, be quick about it. Want me to give you a quick handjob or something?"
