her loyalty

"Hold on a minute," said John. He started typing on his computer.

The couch's effects were clouding Camila's mind and judgement, and she started to grow aroused again. She shifted nervously as the thoughts of what John had just told her were being pushed out by thoughts of him fucking her again. She was snapped out of it by the sound of a printer.

John pulled the sheets of paper off of the printer. "This is a contract. It says you will only do movies and TV shows my production company produces. Also, you have a choice: you can do nude scenes, or you can send me nudes from your phone. You will visit with me at least once a week if you are in town. You will work for whatever I offer to pay you, and you will tell no one about this arrangement. If you violate any terms of this agreement, you will become my live-in maid for a year and you must turn over all of your financial assets to me as well as any properties you own. Understand?" John stood up and stretched, thrusting his hips forward.

Camila stared at John's crotch. She wanted him to fuck her again. She needed him to fuck her again.

"So?" asked John.

Camila snapped out of her trance. "Oh, I'll sign." Camila signed without reading the contract and glancing at John's crotch as she did. She licked her lips. "Shall we celebrate our new arrangement?" she asked while staring at Johns' crotch.