Riley

I turn away from the display of young flesh gyrating and grinding down below, walking away from Amy and back inside the house. Glancing up at the expensive artwork on the walls, wondering if Lola has any idea how much money she even has anymore. Until I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

"Umm... Excuse me?" I turn back to see Riley, attempting to pull her pink blazer closed over her blouse. But her E-cups struggle against the fabric, and she only succeeds in making her outfit appear even tighter. Putting her curvy young figure on display. She takes off her glasses and brushes some dark hair behind an ear, stammering in her husky voice "Who- Who are you?"

I smile back to the cutie, narrowing my eyes as I ask "Do you know who I am?" I don't even need to wait for an answer, seeing in her eyes that she doesn't recognise me. "My name is Bruce Becker. I work for Artists Incorporated. You know, the company that owns the person that owns you?"

Riley's eyes grow wide, instantly regretting confronting me for wandering around her house. "Oh- I'm- I'm so sorry Mr. Becker!" she stutters awkwardly. It's endearing, compared to all the ice-cold business types and the sultry attention-hungry starlets around here. "Is there... anything I can help you with?" She flashes a pretty smile, giving up on buttoning her blazer and instead pushing her chest forward just a little bit more. Even if she is naïve, she's at least learned what she's got that the other girls here don't - a perfect pair of tits.

"Actually Riley," I smile and approach her. "I was hoping I could talk to you today. You see, we executives are worried about Lola. Worried that she isn't living up to her full potential here. And one way we can help her do that is by surrounding her with professionals who will help her career. Now, I understand that you had no prior experience in the industry, is that right?"

Riley's eyes grow wide. "No- I- Lola and I grew up together! She hired me as a personal assistant so we could stay close."

I smile and step even closer, like a shark circling its prey. "That's very admirable, and very kind of her. But the executives at the top of the ladder don't appreciate paying wages to somebody they believe is holding Lola back."

Riley interjects, clearly upset. "But I'm not holding her back! I do my best here!"

"Shhh, shhh..." I raise a hand and Riley quiets down. I like that - a girl who follows instructions. "I didn't say that I feel the same way. I for one would like to give you the opportunity to prove your worth."

Riley swallows and nods. Her naïve smile has disappeared now, replaced by a determined look. Her pouty lips pursed in the expression of a girl who knows what she needs to do.

"I'll do anything, sir. Just tell me what I can do to show you. I'll do it."