The next morning

You wake up the next morning in the hotel suite with the feeling of tiredness as well as satisfaction. You have two rounds of sex at night and another in the morning as you're woken up with your cock in Rachel's mouth and she rides you into oblivion.

It had been a while since you had had such a wild night of sex as you see Rachel getting out of shower.

"Good morning superstar," Rachel says as she walks out in her robe. "Bet you enjoyed that a lot."

"Yes, I certainly did," you reply still trying cope with your aching dick.

She comes and sits next to you, "let me be clear about a few things. These things won't happen again between us, irrespective of you signing the contract with me or not. But I can tell you enjoyed this fuck more than you did ever with your gf didn't you?"

"Aahe yeah...I guess," you answer I'm a guilty tone.

"That's because your cock tasted something different. Let me give you an advise. Your days of chasing girls are behind you. You're going to have girls chasing you now. Who don't care to tell you their names even, all they'll want a story of fucking the great Alex Conrad. But you'll have an image to maintain. You can carry a playboy image. Nothing wrong with that. But the last thing you want is you being labelled a cheater. So either make up your mind and never again give in the temptation or end it with your girl. And start fresh in your adventure."

You just nod unwilling to respond to it.

"What about your contract? I'm sorry to put you on a spot. But under the circumstances I'm in. I can't let you walk away with this contract. You can either sign this now, or it'll be gone for good and for my own sake I'll have to burn and bury these papers, so you're going to have to make a call now."

You look at the contract in your hand. Between all the sex you did go through the contract and felt this was everything that Rachel promised you.