[ this might just be text but somehow it's very clear that if they were talking in person wash would be able to say all this extremely matter-of-factly without missing a beat. it's somehow clearly not preplanned, but he can spin it up easily. ]
The limousine's actually our vehicle for a heist that's already all planned out so all you have to worry about is showing up and seducing a hapless drooling security chief and then killing people as necessary. The plan was detailed and meticulous but accounts for controlled chaos and room for you to improvise, including space for unnecessary showboating cruelty to anyone who happens to be around.
We get out and cruise off into the sunset still bloodied and adrenaline high, with money we don't even actually need and enough blackmail material to keep a few weapons manufacturers on their toes for years. There was a hidden compartment in our getaway vehicle where I surprise you with some experimental weapons I stole that are definitely unsafe and too destructive to trust to any single person. They're wrapped with a bow and a card that contains documentation for weapons purchase permits. I suck you off in the car while you play with your new toys.
We'd spend the night with you getting fucked as hard as you want and degraded more than you actually dare to ask for. You get filled up, slapped when you come, and pass out with me choking you on the bed. You probably manage to stab me at least once doing that. When you wake up, there's a news piece playing of an off-kilter security video from the heist where the caster talks about how cruel and terrifyingly efficient the attackers were, and the video's not clear enough to identify you but enough to add to your notoriety to anyone who knows you by reputation.
Maybe some flowers. Guess I don't know what kind you like, though.
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The limousine's actually our vehicle for a heist that's already all planned out so all you have to worry about is showing up and seducing a hapless drooling security chief and then killing people as necessary. The plan was detailed and meticulous but accounts for controlled chaos and room for you to improvise, including space for unnecessary showboating cruelty to anyone who happens to be around.
We get out and cruise off into the sunset still bloodied and adrenaline high, with money we don't even actually need and enough blackmail material to keep a few weapons manufacturers on their toes for years. There was a hidden compartment in our getaway vehicle where I surprise you with some experimental weapons I stole that are definitely unsafe and too destructive to trust to any single person. They're wrapped with a bow and a card that contains documentation for weapons purchase permits. I suck you off in the car while you play with your new toys.
We'd spend the night with you getting fucked as hard as you want and degraded more than you actually dare to ask for. You get filled up, slapped when you come, and pass out with me choking you on the bed. You probably manage to stab me at least once doing that. When you wake up, there's a news piece playing of an off-kilter security video from the heist where the caster talks about how cruel and terrifyingly efficient the attackers were, and the video's not clear enough to identify you but enough to add to your notoriety to anyone who knows you by reputation.
Maybe some flowers. Guess I don't know what kind you like, though.