Scarlett

She walks up to the counter, looking gorgeous and glamorous. Looking as poised and put together as she was at the beginning of that fateful night, weeks ago.

"Do you?" You ask, not feeling any particular courtesy for the starlet who walked out on you.

"More than just an apology. I need to make it up to you." She wears a tight, short, blue dress with flowers on it that props up her breasts, giving her ample cleavage. Her hair is done up, exposing her shapely long neck. Her lips glisten in the mid-day sun. "Why don't you come with me. I have a surprise for you."

"Really?" you're not feeling charitable.

Scarlett's lips curl into an understanding smile. "I get how you feel. But that night was the best sexual experience of my life. And it was all thanks to you."

"Fucking twenty guys didn't end up being the best sexual experience of your life?" You snip partially to snip, and partially because you want to know if it actually ended up happening.

Scarlett drops her head and nods. She seems to understand your anger. "No it wasn't. It was pretty great though..." She looks up at you wantingly through the tops of her eyes. "Also it ended up being 22 guys. But even that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't let me in here that night."

"So?" You want her to get to the point.

"So, come with me. I have a surprise for you."

You look around. It's a slow day, but still. "I can't just abandon my job. I'll get fired."

"Oh fuck this." Scarlett says. "You don't really want to keep this job." But she sees you hesitating. "How long would it take you to get a new job? A year? I'll write you a fucking check for your year's pay."

She means it too. And suddenly her insistence has your interest. "You must really want to make this up to me."

"Well...." She hesitates. "I mean everyone is already waiting."

What could that mean, you wonder. So you go for it. You abandon your job and get into Scarlett's car with her. It's a long, almost silent, very awkward drive across town to the Beverly Hills Hotel, one of the nicest places in town. Then through the lobby, up the elevator, and to the penthouse suite.

Scarlett seems excited the whole time. Whatever is going on, she's can't wait for you to find out.

"Ready?" She says, adjusting her dress so it maximizes her cleavage. You nod, also excited, but not finding it too hard to stay composed. Whatever Scarlett has cooked up, it better be good.

She opens the door.