Go with her to the meeting

"Oh well, I guess we can have fun later. Do you want me to drive?"

Jessica kisses your cheek. "That's sweet, but you don't have to go with me. You'll be bored."

You give her ass a little squeeze. "Around you? I'm never bored."

Jessica laughs and gives you another hot French kiss, but pulls away before you can really get going. She heads for the bedroom with a silky glance backward at you.

She changes clothes while you flip through the TV channels, wasting time. After a few minutes you wish yourself into some slacks and a nice shirt, just to make sure you don't make her look bad. When she walks out you feel overdressed, she's just wearing a dark gray tank top and light gray jeans. It doesn't really matter, her clothes are so tight that nobody will be looking at you.

"Damn," you say, "maybe you should just skip the meeting and we go some place more fun?"

Jessica takes your hand and leads you to the door. "You're gonna get me in trouble."

"Always."

Jessica drives, which is fine since it gives you more time to look over her perfectly tone body. It's a short drive before she pulls up to a trendy restaurant and parks. As soon as she opens the doors, the sound of cameras snapping assaults you.

Jessica rolls her eyes as she gets out of the car. Paparazzi snap pictures and call out for her to turn towards them. Many yell out insulting questions.

"God damn it!" Jessica whispers into your ear. "I wish there was something we could do about these leaches!"