“Get dressed and try again,” he says, pointing at the door. “Meanwhile, I’ll write down those twenty-two excess seconds.” While he looks at his phone, Maya fixes her clothes. She puts on her thong and bra, followed by her jeans, socks, camisole, and sweater. “Whenever you’re ready,” he says, hovering his finger over his stopwatch app’s start button. Maya nods and walks out of the room, holding the keycard.

As she waits in the hotel hallway, she wonders how it took thirty-seven seconds. She thought she did better than that. Luckily, she doesn’t have her shoes on this time, so she saves time undoing her laces. “Come in,” Rob says. She can feel her heart pounding as she opens the electronic lock. Maya simultaneously closes the door with her left hand and tries to undo her buckle with her right, but she needs both hands. After loosening her belt, she pulls down her jeans and thong in one swift motion. While still bent over, she tries taking off her socks, but the right one is stuck on her heel, and she nearly falls over. Maya stands up again, pulls the camisole and sweater over her head, and drops them on the rest of the pile. She fumbles with the clasp of her bra for what feels like an eternity, then pulls her bra forward with both hands, slinging it across half the room. She puts her hands behind her neck and sees how Rob presses the stop button.

“Better, but not good enough,” Rob says as he shows her his phone’s screen. “Twenty-nine seconds. Did you maybe not understand what you’re supposed to do,” he asks. “I’m sorry, Sir,” Maya says while standing there naked, “I know what I’m supposed to do. After you call me in and I enter the room, I have fifteen seconds to undress and present myself to you.” Rob gestures to her to continue. “Any excess seconds are counted as penalty points. I have to try again with two pieces of clothing less to speed things up.” He nods.

The first time, Rob was generous enough to consider her pair of sneakers two separate items. Still, he surely won’t be so lenient again. Maya collects her clothes from the floor and puts on her thong, jeans, camisole, and sweater. Since her socks and bra clasp are what she almost literally tripped over, she’s leaving those off. “See you soon,” Rob says as she grabs the keycard and leaves.

Maya stands barefoot on the yellow hallway carpet, facing the door. When she thinks of the thirty-six penalty points she has already collected, she feels her nipples press against the soft fabric of her spaghetti-strap top. If there is any hotel noise, she has tuned it out and is focused solely on any sound coming from their room. “Come in,” she hears.

Maya rushes in, closing the door behind her. She fumbles with her belt buckle, but once that’s taken care of, she pulls down and steps out of her jeans and thong. Her sweater and camisole fly off, revealing her erect nipples, and she feels how her body temperature rises from Rob simply looking at her. There’s nothing else to take off, so why doesn’t he hit the stop button, she thinks. Fuck, she got so carried away thinking of what would happen next that she forgot to assume the position. Quickly, she interlaces her fingers behind her head and looks at Rob.

“I’m sorry, I forgot,” Maya pleads, looking him in the eyes. “I noticed,” he says. “It could have been twelve instead of seventeen seconds.” Five minutes ago, she told him the rules were clear, so she couldn’t blame anyone else. “You’re lucky that it’s only two points this time,” Rob says while Maya puts on her jeans and camisole. She has to take off two items for her next try, and she definitely isn’t going to wait without pants on. She won’t put her breasts on display for anyone walking past, so the thong and sweater have to go. She walks out the door again.

At least I can take this off well within the fifteen-second window, she thinks while impatiently waiting. An elderly couple whispers when walking past her, and a teen pretends not to look when peeking at her protruding nipples. As she hops from one leg to the other, she feels how the seam of her jeans rubs against her crotch. After what seems like an eternity, the wait is over. “Come in.”

She walks in confidently, ensuring the door is closed, and takes off her top. While looking Rob in the eyes, she takes off her jeans, folds her hands behind her neck, and puts her feet at shoulder width. “Well done, my love,” he says. “Under ten seconds. That leaves you at thirty-eight penalty points. You do know what that means, don’t you?” Maya smiles nervously. “Yes, Sir. I don’t get to have an orgasm for thirty-eight hours.” What will he do next, she wonders. “Good girl. Now, find me your vibrator.”