Submissive, Sexy, and ready for cock

As the light dissappears you see the new and improved Carla. Her change was much more drastic than Crystal's had been. Her short hair is slightly longer, going down to just above her shoulders and is completely straight. She is wearing a pink pastel pantsuit, although it has clearly been tailored to accentuate her body, the pants hugged her thick thighs and, what seemed to be, a BBL enhanced ass that you could clearly see from the front. Her jacket was tight on her small waist and tiny stomach. She was not wearing a top so the tight jacket pressed up a pair of likely fake tits. She looked like a stripper's interpretation of a business woman, including the 8 inch stiletto heels.

She looked down at the document and sighed before sitting in the chair again. "I just can't believe she would leave like this, I mean I wasn't the best girlfriend in the world but still. Then again she always was in love with Sal..." Carla said, it seemed this version had accepted your story about Sal and Crystal. This would be much easier. Then again the words you had thought were 'The perfect submissive business partner' so you expected she would believe anything you told her.

"Yeah... I probably shouldn't mention this but she was talking about how much she missed cock..." You say hiding a smile.

"Ugh she should have just told me! I mean sure I am a lesbian but I would totally fuck a guy with her!" You could see Carla visibly deflate at this news, she knew her relationship with Crystal was gone. Still you should try to move this along. "So about Ladybee's. I guess we are business partners now, although you still have the controlling stake in the club. I will have my hands full here so I am fine if you want to keep things going as usual. But if you have need of some actual business expertise I can provide that in a way Crystal could not."

You notice Carla perk up at that suggestion. You keep going "Although I am sure a successful woman like you doesn't need my assistance." The old Carla would probably attempt to buy him out or fight him over control of the club but this new one just looked down and said "Actually, I am in way over my head. The truth is the only reason the club is successful is luck. I didn't even want to do the whole 'Women Owned, Feminist Strip Club' thing, I just kind of fell into it. I have no idea what I am doing most days and things just keep getting harder and harder. Soon I will be in so much debt I probably have to sell." The words flowed out of Carla's mouth in a torrent as she admitted she was basically flying by the seat of her pants.

You look like you are considering the situation, weighing your options and then proceed. "Well you are the 2/3rds owner so I can't make you do anything, but if you want my advice I can always give it. You can even pass my suggestions off as your own ideas. As far as everyone would be concerned, you are still in charge and calling the shots even if you are just using my ideas. But running two clubs will be difficult. If you want me to do this for you I am going to need something in return."

Carla lights up at your suggestion. She realizes this is a lifeline for her, one that would save her club and her career. One that would make her seem like a genius but not rely on her bad instincts. "What would you need?" She asks, a little purr in her voice. She was a former stripper and she must have an idea what you want. You stand up and walk around your desk, leaning back against it . Your cock pressing against your pants, clearly outlined right at eye level for Carla.

"I want to fuck you. You are a lesbian and have never fucked a man before so you can never really understand the lust that makes men seek out strip clubs. I want to fuck you right now. Take it or leave it, but if you leave it my advice goes with it."

Carla had not taken her eyes off your crotch and looked up with lust in her eyes as you said your terms.

"Well what will it be?" You ask knowing what the answer will be.