Reality sets in for her

"OH MY GOD! DID WE FUCK LAST NIGHT??!!??" Amanda says to you when she wakes up in your arms the next morning, panicking even more when she reaches between her legs and feels your dried cum all over her pussy lips and the insides of her thighs.

"Amanda...calm down. You got drunk last night and things happened between us. Not like I'm going to tell anyone," you tell her, trying to calm her fears, as she pushes you away and starts demanding you get out of her house.

"I didn't take advantage of you Amanda," you tell her in response to her accusing you of that, suddenly remembering the contract you were going to have her sign when you did.

"You admitted I was drunk John. So what would you call it?" she snapped at you, threatening to turn you in to her superiors.

"I'll leave if you wish Amanda. But if you wish to still continue our business agreement, please sign this," you tell her after adding a last minute stipulation to the contract that you were banking on her not reading.

"As long as you promise to keep it professional from here on out. I barely like you as a person, let alone as a lover. But you can give me what I want, so I'm still in," she told you as she signed the contract and promised to see you at the station later.

"Oh, Amanda. Looks like I'll be getting some of that pussy of yours any time I want it now," you tell yourself as you leave her house, ready to spring your surprise on her the next time you saw her.