the sleek corvette purred along the busy streets of downtown los angeles, whipping through the traffic with ease. having just finished your annual shopping spree, the back seat remained flooded with shopping bags from the most lavish stores.

christopher bang, hollywood's biggest name in the entertainment industry. one of america's most adorned actors. ranging from intense action movies to adult films. despite his age (47), the women loved him, all of which begging for even the slightest bit of attention from him.

as the corvette whipped and whirled through the traffic, the actor's hand rested firmly on your thigh, the other steering the wheel. his gaze remained intense as his eyes studied the road before him.

"is something bothering you, chris?" your voice breaking the long silence that fell upon the both of you.

"i've noticed i'm not your only client, sweetheart." his voice rings out cold and low, voicing his unease and jealousy.

without giving you a moment to think of his words, he removes his hand from your thigh, reaching into the pockets of his designer pants, pulling out a black credit card..the epitome of unlimited money, shopping and possibilities..he slickly tosses the card into your lap, his hand meeting the other on the steering wheel, gripping it tightly.

"it's all yours if you want it...on one condition, though – i remain your only client. i don't share what's mine, sweetheart."