In a week

A week had passed since you last saw Erin Andrews in your office, and you had just about given up hope you'd ever see her again when she walked in unannounced, handing you the signed contract.

"Erin, it's nice to see you again, I was beginning to think I had scared you off," you tell her as she sits down on your couch in a white shirt, black pants and a white jacket.

"Yeah, about that John," she tells you, looking a little apprehensive about what she was about to say, "look, we had a "moment" I guess you could say. But I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I have a boyfriend now, you know. Not to mention I had just met you."

A quick look at the clock on your wall shows you that everyone else in your office should've gone home by now, so you decide to see if you can't "leverage" Erin into a little action.

"I understand all that Erin," you tell her, getting a little antsy, "but this is Hollywood and you just brought me a signed contract. Technically you have to do whatever I tell you to do now."

"What did you have in mind?" she asked quizzically as you **** her to her knees and bring your dick out, making it clear what you want from her.