At the mansion

Ivy decided on a simple outfit which she could shift from ordinary to sexy. A plain light green button up shirt, which she could remove the buttons to show off her cleavage, a darker pencil skirt which ended mid-thigh, a matching jacket which covered her shirt, and a set of jewelry which were secret pheromone holders and shooters. Her glasses were the same huge things, but the glass had been chemical treated to make her eyes pop more. She had dark green high heels of shiny materials with red soles.

Exiting the limo which Wayne had sent for her, she moved to the front doors to be greated by the elderly Wayne Butler. He said to her, "Good night miss. Would you please wait in the den as I inform Master Wayne?"

"Of course, sir." she said, smiling and putting on a minor show of charm. This was being helped by her earings, which looked like green pearls but were mechanical pheromone shooters. Releasing concentrated popularity pheromone with the hit of a hidden button, which would secretly cover her in a cloud which would make anyone who smelled it like her. Willing to help her with anything.

She moped to sit on Wayne's couch, sitting in front of a roaring fire. Some kind of chemical log, from what she saw. Which seemed to be burning slower and more evenly then a normal piece of firewood. A coffee table in front of the couch, held wine and a set of snacks of sandwitches and fruit. Not exactly a romantic dinner, but given the strawberries, whip cream and chocolate... it was obvious what the billionaire was hoping for.

'Well, I'm not opposed to it. On my terms of course.' she thought to herself, as she looked at her wrist watch. While it functioned as one, it was also holding her 'Love **** Pheromone'. Waiting for the moment to be released into Wayne's face, binding him to her with chains of sex.

It was then that the man of the hour walked into the room heading for her, "Pamela, I'm glad you made it. We have so much to talk about."

She smiled and said, "I believe we do, as well as so much more.."