You meet with Aly Raisman

"Ms. Raisman is here," your receptionist alerts as you Aly Raisman walks into your office in a yellow tank top and a black pair of shorts, but the truth is you had already been expecting her.

You had, after all, set this meeting up yourself the very next morning after McKayla and you finished your night together and she left you with Aly's phone number.

"Aly, pleased to meet you, have a seat," you tell her as she leans over the desk and shakes your hand as you try your hardest not to stare down her shirt at her tits.

"So John, McKayla tells me a lot about you..." she begins, the giggling she breaks into it at the word "lot" sort of giving away that she told her everything about your night with her.

"Aly, I can assure you that you are under no obligation to give me the things McKayla gave me," you tell her as you start to type up a contract for her, before adding "unless of course...you want to."

"Maybe baby," she tells you as she winks at you and sits on your couch, "that depends on what you can do for me. Otherwise, if you were good enough for McKayla to give you her virginity, than you're certainly good enough for me to give you mine."

"Look this over and get back to me Aly," you tell her as you hand her the contract and try not to look her over too much, having already discussed several professional opportunities with her over the phone when you called her, "and then maybe when you come see me again, we can get together afterwards."