She has to be your sex

"Hey Amanda. How are you this fine day?" you ask Amanda when you see her later in the day, seeing that she has changed into a green dress as she gets ready to do the newscast.

"Don't act like you didn't violate me last night John. I was drunk and you knew it, and you still fucked me. That's **** as far as I'm concerned," she snapped at you, walking away from you as you get her attention.

"You really should look at contracts before you sign them Amanda. Cause what you signed is a contract that essentially makes you my sex ****," you tell her as she shouts out in panic, drawing many a co-worker into the room with you.

"Good going Amanda. Now you'll have no HR case," one of her co-workers blurted out, making eye contact with me as I showed Amanda the clause in the contract.

"So right now, what I want you to do for me, sex ****, is go out there and do the newscast. But since I am to receive sexual favors from you anytime I want or you're in breach of your contract with me, I expect you to let me fuck you on that desk, with everyone watching, later," you tell her, making her turn bright red as she rushes off to compose herself.

"Don't tell me how to do my job and I won't tell you how to do yours," you tell her co-worker, making a mental note of how big her tits are as you wonder to yourself if she would be down to play with you.