Scene opens on you and Kiki at a fancy restaurant sitting across from each other. You are wearing a button up shirt and sports coat while she is wearing a black dress and Pentagram shaped earrings.
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Kiki: I can't believe you managed to get reservations at this place.
Y/N: Well, you know me, babe. I like to treat my girlfriends every so often.
Kiki: How'd you pull this off?
Y/N: I may have done a favor for the Head Chef...
Flashback to a couple days ago, which shows you talking with the Head Chef of the Restaurant.
Head Chef: So you work for that assassination business?
Y/N: Yeah. Is there anyone you want dead? Ex-lover? Asshole co-worker? Brother? Just name anyone in Hell or on Earth and I'll take them out. Off the books.
Head Chef: Well, there is one guy from a restaurant I used to work at that was involved in an animal smuggling racket. He would cook endangered species and present them as "exotic meals".
Y/N: Done.
Head Chef: And how much Money do you usually charge per hit?
Y/N: I don't want Money.
Head Chef: Well...what *do* you want?
Y/N: ...A reservation for one of my girlfriends.
Present
Kiki: (Flattered) You really go above and beyond for us sometimes, Puppy.
Y/N: It's nothing you girls don't deserve.
Kiki: (Bedroom eyes) Well in that case...
You stiffen as you feel her heel graze against your manhood.
Kiki: How about you let me give you what you deserve?
Y/N: Babe, we're in public...
Kiki: No one's gonna see this underneath the table cloth. Just relax and let me take care of you.
You struggle to maintain a natural body position while Kiki continues to rub her heel against the side of your manhood, giving you bedroom eyes the entire time.
Kiki: You've been so stressed these past couple weeks. Can you really blame me for wanting to relieve my man? (blows kiss)
Y/N: (almost stammering) No...
You take a sip of water while your face heats up as Kiki starts to pleasure you faster.
