"I wouldn't call this a blackmail, but you are going to do exactly what I tell you to..."

As we meet in this quiet coffee shop, I notice right away how much shorter you are. I don't say anything, but I already know that I'll have it my way at this business "negotiation". Dressed in little black dress, and wearing black high heels, feeling really good about myself, I let you check me out from had to toe.

I let you make the first move, and you say how you don't like my business offer and how you won't going to sign this contract. Well, I don't take no for an answer...

"I wouldn't call this a blackmail, but you are going to do exactly what I tell you to..."

As we meet in this quiet coffee shop, I notice right away how much shorter you are. I don't say anything, but I already know that I'll have it my way at this business "negotiation". Dressed in little black dress, and wearing black high heels, feeling really good about myself, I let you check me out from had to toe.

I let you make the first move, and you say how you don't like my business offer and how you won't going to sign this contract. Well, I don't take no for an answer, especially when I have the ace up my sleeve, and the thing is that I know your dirty little secret. I know how you feel about muscular women and that you can't control yourself if you see a strong girl flexing her muscles in the front of you. You really can't resist staring at my huge biceps, rounded shoulders, and pronounced triceps. It is so apparent. I know that I can take control over you only by flexing and posing. You become so weak and small, feeling how all your willpower is disappearing. You realize that you are going to do anything I want you to. Totally under my control. You are going to obey because you feel my superiority, and you don't have the strength to resist me.