Showing off to Greg

On Saturday night, I arrive at the holiday house that sits on the edge of town. Trailing behind me is a wheeled suitcase filled with sexy outfits, in addition to the black lingerie lying in wait under my casual summer dress. At the door, I'm met by an older, portly gentleman wearing a casual business suit. Guy's gotta be pushing fifty, if not already there. Certainly not my dream hunk by any stretch of the imagination, but that's the job I guess.

"You must be Amelia?" He says.

"That's me."

We shake hands. "Greg. Come on in."

Greg leads me inside to a living space that is surprisingly spacious, considering how small the house looked on the outside. Even at night, I can tell the view outside would be incredible, overlooking the ocean. He sits on the couch, where he says "So, you ready for tomorrow?"

I take a seat next to him. "Ready as ever."

"Perfect."

"So, who's this client of yours?"

"He owns a company I'm interested in buying. He's being stubborn about it, but I think he can be convinced."

"And that's where I come in?"

"Exactly."

"So, anything your client into?"

His hand touches my thigh. "Well, you're exactly his type."

"Yeah?"

"Definitely. I hope you brought something a little more... seductive though."

"I sure did. Would you like to see?"

"Please."

I stand up and strut in front of Greg before removing my dress. It hits the floor and his jaw follows. Turning around, I give him a view of my perky ass and then look over my shoulder.

"I think that's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"My God... You are perfect Amelia."

"You've seen nothing yet."

"Yeah?"

"I'm assuming you want to make sure I can perform, don't you?"

He smiles at me. "Absolutely."