Amy

I turn to the woman standing to my side, looking out at the slut below. "Come inside with me Amy, I think we have something to discuss."

Before she can even open her mouth, I've already turned and am heading towards the door, walking back inside and out of the sun. Amy pushes her glasses up her nose and follows, keeping her chin up and looking confident as anything as she walks inside behind me.

After nearly twenty years in this industry, Amy knows what's up, and seeing me glance around to make sure there's nobody eavesdropping, she closes the glass door behind us, silencing the shouts from the photographers and the music blaring outside. But before I can say anything to her she beats me to the punch.

Striding forward, her high heels clicking smartly on the marble floors, she closes the gap between us with just a few long-legged steps. Taking off her expensive shades and flashing those cold blue eyes at me. "Look, I understand," she starts. "This is a stressful situation for your company. But I need to know you're not gonna do anything too... rash." By the time her sentence is over she is barely a step away from me, her eyes level with mine. A cool confidence clear in her intense gaze.

"I can't make any promises," I answer, not backing down. "Unless you can prove to me you're not the weakest link here." A subtle smirk comes over her face, her lips painted a dark red. Looking like an old school femme fatale now that she's just a few inches away from me.

"Just relax. Don't make any decisions we're both going to regret later, ok? And I'll make it worth your while." She flashes her perfect teeth in a sultry smile, reaching forward and grabbing my crotch firmly. Making clear exactly what she meant. If she didn't have a reputation for this kind of negotiation strategy, I'd be flinching. But instead I keep a level head, smiling back at her as I lay my hand over the top of hers and use it to stroke my cock over my pants.

"I'm interested." I say softly. Noticing Amy tongue the side of her cheek slightly. Maybe this isn't just about her career after all, there could be a nymphomaniac behind those eyes.

She whispers sensually, her voice husky and breathless. "The sauna. Nobody ever uses it. Follow me." She removes her grip from my pants, but keeps hold of my hand. Turning to lead me down the corridor. Barely even noticing as I lag behind a little so that I can look her body up and down. That yoga instructor must have really put some work in. Amy is slender and fit in all the right places. Her ass firm and pert, her perfectly toned legs revealed under the short hemline on her tight black dress. She never looks back to me as she walks - a woman on a mission.

Glancing up and down the hallway to make sure, seeing nobody around inside the house, she leads me through Lola's private gym and into an area rarely visited by anyone other than the maids. Opening a glass door and pulling me inside after her.

The sauna, wood panelled and roomy, is already steaming. I can instantly feel the sweat on the back of my neck. I fan myself with my hand, but it really doesn't help. Glancing over as Amy turns back to face me, her expression still icy and intense, I can see the beginning of a few beads of sweat mark her pretty face. Her high cheekbones glinting with it. She grabs at me, tearing at my shirt and pulling the top few buttons undone, before she reaches down and lifts the shirt up over my head.

Running a hand over my torso, Amy's smirk returns and she winks at me. "Not bad," she purrs. "Now, let's get started."