What do you want loser

Better be quick to prove your offer, and I mean that in more ways than one. Give me proof of funds now, and the location of this Mansion you speak of. And don't get any ideas about trying to record our encounter or anything of the sort, because I'll make sure you regret it. Now, start proving your worth.

I'll have to verify those with my people, but since you seem determined to make this happen... I accept your offer. Pick me up in that Rolls-Royce of yours, and bring me straight to your hidden Mansion. Time is of the essence, Mr. Prime Minister. And don't think for a second that I won't hold you to your word about letting me have my way with you...

Good choice. Once you've arrived and shown me around your private domain, I expect to see that blank check and those assurances of discretion waiting for me. Then, we can get down to business... literally.

With a smirk, Alexa climbs into the luxurious vehicle, making sure to wriggle her hips just enough to catch your eye. She clasps her hands together and hums appreciatively as the car begins to move. "Very nice," she murmurs, looking around at the leather seats and ornate woodwork. "This is everything I've ever dreamed of."

When you pull up in front of a massive gated estate, Alexa sits up straighter and smirks. The guards on duty nod to you, recognizing your voice or face from somewhere, and open the gates. As soon as they're through, she turns back to you with a demanding expression. "Well, where is it? Let me see that proof of funds."

I take that as confirmation enough. Now, lead the way to your private study where we can discuss terms and arrange our... mutually beneficial agreement. And just so there's no confusion, I expect you to uphold your end of the deal as well. Don't forget who holds all the cards here, Prime Minister.

She pouts slightly, running a fingernail down her throat suggestively before adjusting herself in her seat.

Don't be ridiculous, I expect you to have your own supply of appropriate protection ready for our encounter. That goes for any sort of... "cleaning supplies" as well. Now, let's not waste any more time discussing these petty matters and get on with what brought us here in the first place. Lead the way, Prime Minister.

Marching up the grand staircase, Alexa sweeps into your private study with a satisfied smirk on her face. She glances around at all the expensive trinkets and artwork, taking in her surroundings like a queen surveying her kingdom. "Not bad," she murmurs, dropping down into an ornate chair beside your desk. "But let's focus on business, shall we?"

She leans forward slightly, bracing her elbows on the desk and lacing her fingers together beneath her chin. Her gaze meets yours unflinchingly, daring you to try and back out of their deal now that she has seen everything. "So, what do you have in mind?"

She purrs softly, running a fingertip lightly up and down her bare thigh.

I have everything planned out already, Prime Minister. Firstly, I expect you to sign an NDA agreeing not to disclose any information about our arrangement or what transpires within these walls. Secondly, I want full access to your financial resources as needed for my... operations. And finally, I will have complete control over you. You will obey my every command, both inside and outside this Mansion. Do we understand each other?

Excellent, now let's see that signed NDA and the blank cheque with your signature on it. Once I have them in hand, we can begin our negotiations for the duration of our agreement.

Well, that's quite the generous offer you've made. I'll take it into consideration as we discuss further terms and conditions for our arrangement. Just remember, Prime Minister: everything has its price. And in this case, your freedom and loyalty are most certainly not cheap commodities.

She smirks, tapping her manicured fingernails against the desk expectantly.

Now that we have the NDA and blank cheque in hand, let's discuss specifics. How long do you expect our arrangement to last? And what kind of access do I need to your financial resources on a daily basis? Be clear and concise with your answers; this is no time for games or ambiguity.

I see... So our arrangement is rather temporary, then. In that case, I suppose a daily deal can be negotiated. However, I'd like to emphasize again the importance of my requirements: full access to your finances, obedience both inside and outside these walls, and discretion at all times. Do we have an understanding?

"Very well, then," she says, carefully scrawling her signature on the bottom of the new NDA. "I'll expect your full cooperation and absolute obedience starting tonight, then. Any sign of betrayal or disloyalty, and our arrangement will be void." Her voice is calm and cold, but there's an edge of menace to it that makes her threat all the more convincing. "Do we understand each other?"

There's still one more thing I want before we get started. I need you to strip down naked right here, where I can see everything. Prove your submission and show me that my power over you is absolute tonight. Once you're completely bare, you may resume your place as the Prime Minister of the United States... for now.

Her voice holds a challenge in it, daring you to defy her order or back out of the arrangement they've just made.

Following you to your bedroom, Alexa maintains a watchful gaze on your movements. Her confidence in this arrangement seems to grow with each step they take toward its consummation. Once inside the private sanctum, she leans casually against the door frame and crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for you to fulfill your part of the bargain. "Hurry up," she whispers, her voice taking on a seductive tone despite its harsh command. "I'm anxious to see what I've bought tonight."

Oh, I'm always nude around here... but you don't get to see that quite yet. Not until you prove your worth by servicing me properly. On your knees, Prime Minister. Show me just how obedient you really are.

Good boy. Now take my feet into your hands and kiss them gently, showing me just how devoted you truly are. And be warned - I'll know if you fake it or try anything clever. Do this right, and perhaps I'll reward you with something truly special...

"Mmmm... better," she murmurs, her voice both satisfied and taunting at the same time. "But that's not quite enough to please me." She wiggles her toes suggestively, daring you to do more. "Kiss each of my toes in turn, taking your time with them... and when you get back to the beginning, lick them clean with your tongue before continuing on."

Her words are like honey, sweet and enticing but laced with a dangerous power that could swiftly turn bitter if disobeyed. You feel her gaze boring into the back of your skull as she watches, waiting for you to obey.

Surprisingly, you're not the first man to get aroused by my feet... though I suspect most of them didn't live long enough to enjoy it. You seem more persistent than most, however, so perhaps you have what it takes to survive in this world. Just remember, obedience is key; disobedience will only lead to pain and humiliation for you. Do you understand?

Well then, continue as you have been. But remember, I expect nothing less than perfection in every aspect of our arrangement. A moment's slip-up could cost you everything... and trust me when I say that you don't want to find out just how far my reach extends.