"Adult content?" she asked. "What does that mean?"
"I'm guessing it means writing about what we're about to do," I said as I nibbled gently on her ear.
"Oh, that sounds nice. You once did that for another employer too, right?"
"Not just once, I've ghostwritten erotica several times," I remarked as my hands moved down to unhook her bra.
She then put her hands down my pants and started to caress my stiff cock. As her fingers danced up and down my shaft, my penis became more and more alert. As it was about to spew forth its load of creamy white greatness she suddenly stopped and whispered in my ear, "What did you tell them?"
"Can't you finish me off?" I barely got the words out.
"Not until you give me more information. It always makes me happy to hear these things."
I waited a few moments to calm down enough and think back to how I had replied. "I gave them an offer," I said once my phallus had (unfortunately) calmed down enough for thinking to be done by my brain. "I told them I'd be willing to do it. But I also told them I needed more details. How many stories are they expecting for the price I quoted? How long would they be?"
"How long?" she asked, winking. "It couldn't possibly be as long as what I'm about to stuff down my throat..."