My eyes wandered up and down your toned body as you stripped down for me in the air conditioned suite of a plush hotel. I sat across you, sipping on a bottle watching as you unhooked the straps of your bra. With a hint of a smile, I got myself up and the zip on my jeans made a sleazy noise as it was drawn down in a single pull.

A gentle nod of my head made sure you were directed to take a seat on the bed just behind you, as I walked up and unbuckled my leather belt right in front of your face. Your hands expertly undid the solid button of my jeans and lowered them down to my knees, revealing the bulging erection in my boxers. I could feel your soft, moist lips touch the fabric separating your mouth from my dick as you planted warm kisses on the throbbing bulge and took my hand down to your firm breasts.

Rewind > Three days ago, you were seated on my couch, a well designed profile in my hand and a confident look across your face as you emphasized how well you would fit the role in my next web series. I studied every feature of your face in detail to assimilate how well you would take the proposal of being used and exploited at my mercy. Something about your desperation to land this role told me that you would go to "any" extent to beat a lesser known model who was willing to be hired for a lot more than you currently demanded.

My hand travelled swiftly from the couch to your thigh, squeezing it warmly as I made intent eye contact with you. "The role is yours, if you choose to offer all your services exclusively to me, in the confines of our privacy. This shall continue until our company announces their earnings from the web series and generates enough profit for us to pay you. Think about it." I said, as my eyes wandered to your cleavage, and slowly back to your eyes.

Silence filled the room as you pursed your lips, without breaking eye contact. I could see the storm raging in your mind, unable to decide which course to take. Barely seven seconds of silence later, I got up from the couch and said without a second thought, "Good luck with your prospects, you may now leave."

I walked away to my desk, when I heard you reply, "I'll do it sir." If you've read this far, drop in the word couch in your DM.