Warehouse downtown.

"Excellent!" Amanda chirps excitedly on the other end. "I hope you have some time to spare on Wednesday. Around three o'clock? That is the earliest open time I have to show you the property."

"Of course," you say and smile to yourself before bidding your farewells for now, although you do make sure to save Amanda's number.

Wednesday morning you receive a message from Amanda with the exact address of the warehouse. Later that same afternoon you drive your rather old and beat-up car to the meeting place at the old train yard, a site that hasn't been in use for at least fifty years or so. While graffiti dominates view any which way you turn, the city is slowly realising that putting the old buildings here up for sale might invigorate the development of the downtown area. That's where you come in. You roll up to the old building and park your car right next to a pristine white convertible waiting beside the brickwork walls of the old warehouse. Most of the small windows are busted up and beautiful graffiti fills the outside walls to the point where you have no idea how some of it has been even painted on without scaffolding. As you turn the engine off and climb out of your car you see a woman in tight black pinstripe pants and a white collared blouse walk out of the warehouse, her sleeves rolled up. You were half-expecting her to be wearing glasses as well to accentuate the secretary look she had going on, especially with her raven black hair swept up in a ponytail, but her clear green eyes remained uncovered.

"Hi there! You must be Mr. Allen!" she calls out to you while she makes her way towards you, her hand extended for a handshake. You meet her roughly halfway and grasp her hand, shaking it firmly.

"Yes, yes I am. Please, call me David," you respond with a smile, then glance behind her to have a peek inside the empty warehouse.

"And I'm Amanda. Let's get to it, shall we?" she asks and smiles warmly, releasing your hand before extending the other towards the warehouse entrance.

While you walk close behind her your eyes can't help but roam. Now that you see her up close you could see that she was a slightly curvy woman probably in her mid or late thirties. Her blouse was thin enough to show her skin shining through, a white bra leaving a slight change of colouration visible while from the front the buttons of the blouse were pulling apart, showing more cleavage than she was probably planning. The pinstripe pants she wore for the occasion were very well ironed and brought a whole lot of class into her strut, tight enough to hug her round ass especially when she walks. Her ponytail sways back and forth as she leads the way and starts filling you on the details of the building's history and structural condition. You follow Amanda inside the warehouse and look around the ransacked-looking place for a while, keeping one ear open to Amanda's echoing voice telling you about previous renovations and the kind of things that were stored here before it was eventually abandoned. It was surprising that the city council had actually kept the place structurally sound and had even upgraded the plumbing at some point. Even the ventilation systems had been overhauled in the last few decades, probably during the time when there was still planned use for the building, but then those plans fell through.

As you follow Amanda around you couldn't help but let your eyes roam on her backside while she's busy pointing at details. At one point while your eyes are taking in the way those pinstripes curve around her butt so perfectly, you notice her shift and fall silent. You look back up, only to find her smiling warmly to you, obviously having caught you red-handed.

She doesn't say anything.

The tour continues to an already-built second level of catwalks that went all the way around the warehouse. While it wasn't exactly sturdy enough just yet for a VIP balcony and lounge, it most definitely fit the vision in your head for it. Expand them further out from the walls, replace the many many scaffolding pipes with proper pillars, and you'll instantly have a much more respectable establishment. Right above the entrance you had come in through there was an office-structure built partly against the wall and partly outside the warehouse. Large windows overlooked both the rest of the warehouse floor as well as the outside yard. Exactly where you imagined the offices and the VIP lounge bar would be situated in your club. Metallic clanking echoes and fills the whole building as you climb up the old stairs leading up to the office and the scaffolding that stretch out on either side of it. A few rusty screeches send you bringing your hands to your ears due to the sudden volume of the noise as it reverberates through the open space. Even so your eyes remain glued to your guide's lovely behind swaying back and forth right before you on the steep steps, making you almost miss a step with how distracting it is. You stumble but don't fall, although the noise of a missed step brings Amanda's gaze to you. She shoots you a devilish look as she watches you regain your composure. With a smile at her you dust off your shirt and continue up the stairs with her.

The catwalks on the scaffolding are far less noisy, although the footsteps of yourself and your female companion remain amplified in the empty space. Now the long rows of broken windows are almost within reach, rays of light streaming into the dusty old building while Amanda continues to offer her expert advice on the cost of replacing them, as well as any future renovations you would need to do in order to turn the place into a proper nightclub. While she keeps talking your ear off, mostly with very useful and relevant information, you do take notice that the sway in her hips has increased after your little stumble in the steps. She has clearly seen you looking at her and seems inclined to give you more to look at. Now you finally reach the offices above the entrance, the echo of the warehouse dying down and an almost uncomfortable silence falling over you when the door closes. The office appears to be soundproofed, which does make sense with just how much heavy machinery there would have been used in the warehouse over time. The office itself is unfurnished with the exception of two old metal tables and a broken old office chair. All of them are ready to go on the trash heap. On one of the tables is a clipboard which Amanda quickly flicks through before sliding it towards you and leaning herself against the table edge. Her emerald eyes wander up and down your figure quickly and you can see her bite her lower lip. Your eyes wander to the clipboard which seems to be a ready sales document.

"Well, Mr. Allen, have you enjoyed what you've seen so far?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she keeps staring at you.

With a deft touch she jumps up and sits on the edge of the metal table, her legs slightly spread and her head tilted as her eyes look you over again, then bites her lower lip again and tugs her shirt, exposing more of her cleavage in a very inviting fashion.