Girl Crush
She shook her hair so it fell in soft waves around her shoulders and directed me to get naked.
With each command I followed, she barked out more orders until I was standing nude with my hands on the front of her desk and my legs spread. She hadn't touched me, nor had she taken off anything other than the clip from her hair, but here I stood, exposed and panting in anticipation...or possibly fear. She laid a hearty slap on my rear end and then circled the desk. My jaw hung slightly ajar in shock. But when she reached into her top drawer and pulled out an enormous, dark-blue, double-sided dong she promised to fill me with, I was out. I'd never gotten dressed so fast in my life.