Samantha Collins, CEO

With the ding of the elevator doors, you step out into a marble-floored hallway lined with beautiful paintings and potted plants. You have never seen such opulence in your life. At the end of the hall, a smooth black metal door awaits.

Approaching the door, you see a slot for a key card; you can only assume you are to use the one you were given. When you insert the key, it is swallowed by the door with a loud click. Apparently it was a one-time deal, you think.

Steeling your nerves, you open the door. On the other side is a glorious suite. A grand piano lies to your left, and windows similar to the one in your suite line three of the walls. However, dominating the room, is a huge circular couch, not unlike those found in ancient roman homes. It's more of a bed, you think.

Reclining on the couch is a woman who has you more jealous than you have ever been of another person. She is clad in a red dress that hugs her curves. She appears to be about thirty with glorious breasts that have you all too aware of your tiny A cups. The way she lies on her side, her head resting on her hand, oozes sex. Her wide hips lead into beautiful long legs, ending in six inch red heels. This is a woman who gets what she wants.

"Welcome, Anna," she says, her voice smooth and elegant. "Be seated," she gestures across her on the couch-bed.

You walk over and sit down, smoothing your jeans and tank, feeling awkward in the presence of such a perfect woman.

"Now," she nods, "let us begin."