Yeah, you do

Kristen Stewart showed up at your office with a signed contract within days of you handing one to her at your first meeting with her, and for once, you weren't all that thrilled about seeing a prospective client again.

"Let's just get this over with," you tell yourself as Ms. Personality comes through your door once again dressed in all black and slides the signed contract over to you.

"Kristen, can I have a word with you?" you tell her as she sits on your couch, looking as vacant as vacant can be, having no clue that you were going to make this agreement work for you one way or the other.

"Aren't we done here?" she asks, wanting to get out of there as soon as she presented me the contract, presumably, you say to yourself, to go smoke some weed or something.

"We're done when I say we're done," you tell her, pushing her to her knees, Kristen trying to fight you as she figures out what might be about to go down, "and I say we're not done. You signed it. Doesn't mean it's legally binding yet."

"What do you want from me?" she asks, unsure of what she has signed herself into as you place your hands on the back of her head and lower your pants in front of her.

"Simple Kristen," you tell her, knowing you had her under your control now, "I don't really like you. But this partnership can still benefit both of us if you prove to me you really want to work for me. So, prove it to me by sucking my dick. NOW."