Bribe Sampson with Ariana.

“Mr. Doe, if this is about you wanting to terminate your contract, I’m sure we can arrange something to your satisfaction. According to the records your trial week is already up, but we can give you a minimal cancellation fee,” Mr. Sampson offered.

“No no,” you told him. The last thing you wanted was for the contract to be terminated. “I just want one of your lawyers to look at the contract…”

“Why wouldn't you have your own lawyer look at it?” Ren asked,quizzically.

“I have questions about the limitations of certain clauses,” you explained to a growingly more confused audience. It was time to change tact.

You were going to need to be creative to get what you wanted. The only real power you had here was your sexual privelege, but that wasn’t going to give you what you wanted. Not directly, anyways. You looked over to Ariana, who looked like she was done with trying to fulfill your needs. Then, you turned to Sampson, who was apologetic in his posture but not appearing to have a solution for you.

“Ok,” you said to Ren. “This might seem totally random, but stay with me on this.” The manager listened attentively. “Do you find Ariana here attractive?”

Ren looked to his subordinate and nodded. “Sure, she’s gorgeous,” he agreed.

“So, how about this: I get Ariana to fuck you and you get me a call with the lawyer that wrote up my contract.”

Mr. Sampson looked to Artiana, then turned back to you. “Alright.”

Your eyes lit up! “Thank you!” You waited for Ren to make the call.

Ren looked at you expectantly. You realized he was waiting for you to get Ariana to fuck him. “Oh! Right! Ariana, go fuck Mr. Sampson.”

“Fine…” Ariana agreed, giving an exasperated sigh. She hopped up onto the reception desk and spun around so that she could spread her legs for her boss. She leaned back and gave it a rub, starting to moisten up her folds.

“You know what? How about you have that call with the lawyer while you’re having sex?” you suggested, realizing that they were complying because of your sexual privelege.

“That does sound more efficient,” Ren agreed. “This way, please.”

He led you into the work area where Ariana poked her head into one of the offices and told the lady inside, “Gloria, can you cover for me? I’m going to fuck your husband.”

“Sure thing, Ari!” the statuesque redhead inside the room replied.

This gave you pause, but Ariana continued down the hall into Ren’s office. You entered to see Rennold already behind his desk, mouse clicking on his computer. Ren was seated in his office chair and Ariana proceeded to get onto her knees behind the desk with him. From your vantage point, you could see her unzip his slacks and pull out his half erect cock, then she began to suck him off. You also noticed the framed picture of Rennold with the tall redhead you saw in the other office.

“Glory, can you bring in the papers I just printed out?” Ren called out to his wife.

A few seconds later, the redhead entered with printed documents she placed on Rennold’s desk. “Here you go, hun,” she told him, getting a clear view of Ariana sucking his cock. She didn’t even acknowledge the blowjob before heading back out to attend the reception desk.

“Here we are, Mr. Doe,” Mr. Sampson said, laying out your printed gym contract on the table. “So, which part of this contract did you need to clarify?”

“The sexual request. I want to know if there are any limitations to them,” you murmured as if speaking normally would interrupt his sex act with the receptionist.

Ariana climbed up onto Sampson’s lap, mounting his stiffened rod as he dialed up his lawyer. She gave a long moan as she eased herself onto his staff, then rotated her hips. Soon, she would gyrate up and down in a steady motion.

“Hello?” the person answered.

“Sherman! How are you doing? It’s Ren from Nite-N-Day Fitness!!” Sampson greeted back, peeking from under Ariana’s shoulder.

“Ren! It’s been too long! We should do lunch sometime!” the lawyer replied.

“Definitely! I’m calling you about business though,” the manager said.

“Oh? What do you need?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a contract here that needs some clarification. I’m with the client right now, this is John Doe.”

“Hello…” you called out to the speaker phone.

“Now, It’s document 54-E28,” Ren went on, reading from one of the smaller printed lines as Ariana slapped her jigging breast against his cheek. Ren turned to suck on the tit, causing Ariana to suck in her lower lip and ride him harder.

“Ah, hold on, let me bring it up…”

Ariana’s body was beginning to build up a sheen of sweat. She was getting hot and heavy, bouncing on Ren’s hard cock. She climbed up, balancing herself on the manager’s seat, squatting onto his hard cock while he laid back and supported her. She parted her lips and let out soft huffs and moans as her large tits bounced to the rhthym of their sex..

“Eh… what’s that sound?’ Sherman asked.

“That’s just my receptionist,” Ren explained.

“Is she alright?”

“She’s more than alright,” Ren grunted, “She’s tight and wet!” Then he explained, “She’s riding my cock right now.”

“Ah… alright,” the lawyer brushed the fact aside. “OK, I have it. I remember this one. What is the issue?”

“Line 117. The one about the sexual requests. The client wants to know what the limitations are,” Ren answered.

“One moment….” Sherman said, taking the moment to read over the section. Meanwhile Sampson had his receptionist leaned over his desk and was thrusting his hips into her with loud smacks of their flesh. “Standard write up,” Sherman concluded. “Limitations are within company property, 24/7. Sexual requests only.”

You already knew that much, so you chimed in. “Hi, it’s John. Does the contract have any clauses for if the company changes ownership or is shut down for any reason? That sort of thing?”

After a brief moment of review, the lawyer replied, “It’s in perpetuity. Anyone who gains control of the company would still need to honor the contract. The only way this contract ends is if you end it on your end or if the company goes bankrupt.”

“So even if the gym is closed down…?”

“As long as the company owns the property, it is grounds to cover the contract,” Sherman assured you.

“That’s good to know, Mr. Sherman,” you said. “Also, do you know how many contracts like this are out?” You raised your voice in an attempt to speak over the moans and grunts of the others in the room. Ariana was now fully on top of the desk, on her hands and knees while Ren was pounding her from behind, pants down to his knees. Their jostling of the desk caused it to make loud bangs against the wall, interrupting your conversation.

“It’s an exclusive contract, Mr. Doe, no one else has one like it!” Sherman revealed, “It’s all spelled out in the contract.” You perused the lines, noticing that it did indeed state that the contract was exclusive.

“One last thing,” you added. “Do you know why this contract was made and why it was given to me?”

“That I cannot answer,” Sherman replied dismissively. “Nite-N-Day Fitness sent in the request, but as to why ‘it’ and why you, I don’t know. And even if I did, it would not be my place to divulge such information. Is that everything, Mr. Doe?”