Tori Kelly

Lately there had been a rush of music types wanting a piece of your time, and the trend seemed to be continuing once you heard your receptionist mention who was in the office to see you.

"Mr. Doe, a Miss Tori Kelly is here to see you," she tells you, barely getting the name out of her mouth before you were buzzing Tori in, anxious to see one of pop music's freshest faces in the flesh.

"Miss Kelly, come on in. I am not really a "music" agent, per se, but I do count many singing stars among my stable," you tell her as she walks in and sits down on your couch, her long legs immediately providing a distraction for you as you start to draw something up for her.

"Aw gee, thanks John. But please call me Tori. I'm not with all that formal stuff," she tells you as she looks around the place approvingly, seemingly liking what she sees.

"Very well than Tori, How is it that I can be of service to you?" you ask her, seeing her eyes light up as she sees some of the names on your client list.

"This might seem a little too demanding since we just met, but I want to be as big a star as they are," she tells you as she points to some of the names she sees, and her willingness to dream big impresses you.

But not as much as seeing her long legs makes you want to part them and show her the other "perks" of signing with you.