I pulled up my pants as Olívia stood still, watching me. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing heavy. I saw my cum dripping down her inner thighs and grabbed a roll of paper towels, tearing off sheets to clean her. She stayed silent, not saying a word, which was unusual.

“Get dressed,” I ordered.

“I don’t have clothes anymore.” She looked at the dress on the floor.

“Since this is your uniform, I assume you brought something to change into.”

“No, I didn’t. I thought ...