She signs the contract. And you spring a surprise on her.

"I thought I would have it made here in Hollywood when I got here. But it seems like my career is stuck in the mud," she tells you as you continue to gawk at her legs, finishing up the final details of the contract as you print it off and hand it to her.

"Some agents want certain...things...in exchange for making their clients stars Stacy. It's a shame, really," you tell her as she looks over the document, skimming through it and agreeing to sign it right then and there when she sees things she likes in it.

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship together John," Stacy tells you as she hands you the signed contract, about to walk out of the office when you grab her arm and stop her.

"Sit down Stacy. We need to have a little talk," you icily whisper in her ear as you grab her ass and fondle her between her legs, your whole demeanor having changed once she signed the contract.

"W-what are you doing? Don't touch me there. Only my husband gets that," she whispered, trying to fight off your advances as you grab between her legs.

"Not anymore, my dear, sweet Stace. Cause I put a provision in that contract, which you obviously didn't read, that says that I have to receive sexual favors from you before I am legally bound to do anything for you," you tell her, pushing her down on the couch and climbing on top of her as Stacy calls for help.