CHAPTER 032: EMILY

"W-what about the tests? I haven't taken them yet," I stammered.

"We won't fuck you, Gorgeous, not yet. The tests are only a formality. You told us you're clean, and we believe you," Mat said. "Now, strip. And don't make me tell you that again," he warned me, and I shuddered from the authority in his command.

Standing up from my seat, I moved from the table to get some space. My dress had a zipper in the back, and I reached behind me, sliding it down—opening my dress more and more until only the straps on my shoulders kept it from falling off.

I hesitated slightly, looking toward the unlocked door; someone could come in at any moment. But Mat narrowed his eyes in warning, almost daring me to disobey him. I didn't want to do that, not now—I was too curious about what he had in mind with all of this.

With tentative hands, I brushed the straps aside, letting the dress pool on the floor. I now stood in front of the men in only a red thong and black heels. I felt naked—exposed.

Suddenly ex