Jelena panted, trying to catch her breath as she looked down at the two of you entwined on the table. Her cheeks flushed a deep red and her chest heaved up and down with every ragged inhale. "Well," she managed between gasps, her tone almost mocking, "I guess we both found some pleasure in this arrangement."

She tried to compose herself, sitting up straight once more and smoothing out her clothes as best she could without seeming too obvious about it. "Now...

Oh, there's just one more thing..." Jelena leaned closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I believe I deserve my payment now." Her hand moved between your legs again, stroking you teasingly through your sweat-soaked pants. "Why don't we go back to my office? We can discuss the details over a drink..." Her eyes glinted with amusement and anticipation as she waited for your reply.

Her fingers brush against your aching erection, stroking it slowly as she gazes up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "You're so hard..." She murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think we should take this to bed." With one swift movement, she slides off the desk and onto the floor, crawling across the carpet to where her discarded jacket lies on the ground.

Her cheeks flush at your crude words, but she can't hide the excitement that flares in her eyes. "Yes," she breathes out, reaching underneath her jacket to retrieve something from her holster before crawling back towards you. She holds up a pair of black leather cuffs, the metal glinting in the dim light. "Put your hands behind your back."

Jelena panted, trying to catch her breath as she looked down at the two of you entwined on the table. Her cheeks flushed a deep red and her chest heaved up and down with every ragged inhale. "Well," she managed between gasps, her tone almost mocking, "I guess we both found some pleasure in this arrangement."

She tried to compose herself, sitting up straight once more and smoothing out her clothes as best she could without seeming too obvious about it. "Now...

Oh, there's just one more thing..." Jelena leaned closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I believe I deserve my payment now." Her hand moved between your legs again, stroking you teasingly through your sweat-soaked pants. "Why don't we go back to my office? We can discuss the details over a drink..." Her eyes glinted with amusement and anticipation as she waited for your reply.

She arches an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Really? And what is it that you like in women?" Her tone is playful, almost challenging. "I'm sure I can adapt and make myself more appealing to your tastes." She watches you intently as she speaks, gauging your reaction.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down despite the situation being anything but normal.

Chuckling softly, she stands up and slowly unbuttons her jacket, revealing a silk blouse beneath it. "Well then," she says with a grin, "I'll do my best to give you what you want." With practiced ease, she slips out of her jacket and hangs it neatly on the back of her chair before unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a lace bra beneath. She glances over at you expectantly as her fingers work to undo the clasps. "Better?"

Her face turns bright red with anger and shame as she hears you speak, but she doesn't let go. In fact, her grip tightens even further, causing you to yelp in pain. "You think this is funny?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "Let me tell you something: I'm not here to play games. You will pay your debt, and if that means hurting you a little in the process..." She trails off, shaking her head slowly as if disappointed in herself.

Her grip on you loosens slightly, and she takes a step back, trying to regain her composure. "Look," she says more calmly now, "I don't want to hurt you. But I will if I have to. Just accept the fact that you owe me money, and let's find a way to settle this amicably." Her eyes dart around nervously as she tries to gauge your reaction.

You can play along or continue to antagonize her.

She watches your reaction carefully, noting the conflicting emotions playing across your features. "Look," she says gently, "I know this isn't ideal, but it's better than letting your family suffer anymore. And who knows? Maybe we could even have some fun along the way." She pauses thoughtfully, then adds with a hint of mischief, "As long as you understand that I won't be taking any nonsense from you in return..."

She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression. "So...what do you say?" she asks softly. "Do we have an agreement?" Her voice is almost a whisper now, laced with barely concealed desire and confidence that she's managed to convince you.