A "sexual exclusivity" clause

Rumors of Megan Trainor's virginity being an open secret had led you to discuss it with her on your office, and when she arrived in your office the next time a few days later, you were glad to see her so happy to see you.

"Meghan, nice to see you again. I assume you have already forgotten about the unfortunate incident that happened between us the last time you were here," you tell her as you check her out in her red sweatpants and blue t-shirt.

"Well, I don't like to talk about certain things. But it seems like all anyone wants to talk about out here is sex, sex, sex," Meghan tells you, laughing as she thinks about how that word must sound coming from her as she hands you a signed contract.

"All of you Hollywood types should really learn to read your contracts Meghan," you tell her, your demeanor changing as you lean into her and start making her feel uncomfortable as you point to a line of barely distinguishable writing.

"That says I own you Meghan. Not just business-wise, but sexually, too. So not only will I be the one who gets to pop your cherry, but I also get to be the only guy who ever gets to have your pussy. I like to call it a "sexual exclusivity" clause," you reveal to her, cupping the area between her legs as you whisper that it is about to be yours.

"Now this...is mine. And if you try and stop me from taking what is rightfully mine, since I own it now, you'll be in breach of contract Miss Trainor," you sneer as you pull her sweats down and **** her to the couch, freeing your dick and running it over her cunt lips as she shuddered in fear at what was about to happen.