A second meeting

You make arrangements to meet with Brooke Hogan again in your office, and a few days after the first meeting, she's back in your office, in a tiny light purple tank top and a blue skirt to match.

"I have your contract for you," she tells you, still acting very flirty as she lays it on your desk, her signature affixed to it.

"What sort of career goals did you have in mind, Brooke?" you ask her, trying to find one certain thing to focus on, since she's really not that good at anything.

"I envision myself as a singer," she tells you, which makes it very hard for you to keep a straight face suddenly, "but I'd like to get into acting, too."

"I'll see what I can do for you," you tell her as you try and sneak a peek between her legs when she parted her legs briefly, "but you're going to have to do some things for me, too, Brooke. On your knees."

"I don't think I'm-" she started to say, but you had walked over to her by that point and had pushed her to her knees as you freed your cock and pushed it against her lips.