You sign the contract.

"Fiona, what the fuck is this.? Obviously, you aren't fucking your male clients to settle contract disputes. It is absurd." You state as you pick up the pen. Fiona retorts, "Listen Sugah, it usually isn't the men coming in about these things. Plus these things usually don't happen so close to the date. That's on you." The lets out a chuckle and continues, "Plus in the rare instances I have broke this out I don't always end up doing the fucking. There is risk here. Hell, I've got a wet spot in my outfit already from this situation getting me so hot. Just sign the paper and let's see if you can stop me from having my way with you."

As you take a couple seconds to think, Fiona continues to unbutton her top. She pops off her bra letting her full breasts pop out then stands up. You don't notice that but your eyes do wander up as you look up and notice she wasn't joking about the wetness. As she pulls her pants off you notice her white panties are absolutely drenched clinging to her smooth caramel skin in a translucency which reveals her shaved labia and small line of brown pubic hair above her clit. As you are now instinctively signing the contract you catch a whiff of her pungent but pleasant musk. How hard it immediately makes you causes some second guessing as to what you have done seconds ago. She struts naked to the opposite side of the room you can't help but follow the magnificent sway of her hips as she passes you clumsily removing your clothes. You toss you clothes to the side and step towards the center of the room.