--[3rd POV]--
Samson jolted awake as he heard the cell door bang open, and he opened his eyes just in time to watch two men in black-and-white suits step into his cell. "W-what the hell is going on?"
The two men said nothing as they walked towards Samson, who quickly stood up and tried to put as much distance between them as possible, "I know you guys aren't cops, so what the hell do you want with me?!"
Again, there was no reply, making Samson clench his jaw like a vice before throwing himself at the two men, fists raised, ready to fight.
But before he could even close the distance, one of the men reached into his jacket and pulled out a small cylindrical device, pointing one end at Samson as it let out a small hiss. In the next instant, Samson felt a sharp prick in his neck and then nothing at all.
His entire body locked up, but momentum carried him forward, making Samson fall face-first onto the ground.
"Asset secured, initiating clean slate protocol."
Samson heard one of the men speak before he was flipped over onto his back. Samson tried as hard as he could to fight whatever they had injected him with, but his body might as well have been frozen solid.
Meaning all Samson could do was watch as the men put on a pair of pitch-black glasses before one holding up the same cylindrical device in front of his eyes, "Hold still, Mr. Samson."
"MGNnGH!" Samson snarled through clenched teeth as he felt the paralytic agent start to wear off. But it still wasn't enough as the end of the device popped up, revealing a strobbing light that grew increasingly brighter until Samson felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as he started to pass out, but before he did, Samson heard one of the men mutter one last sentence.
"Clean slate protocol complete, beginning Transcription Sequence."
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"I can't believe you, Summer!"
"Why the hell are you complaining?" Summer muttered, raising an eyebrow at Tricia, "Do you not want five thousand dollars?"
Tricia scoffed, "Of course I want five thousand dollars, but I also want a piece of the action. That hot chef action."
Summer rolled her eyes, "God, would you just keep it in your pants, for just a day?"
"In these things?" Tricia asked dubiously while sticking out her ass, which was squeezed into a pair of tight daisy duke bottoms that were showing almost the complete bottom half of her behind, "I can't even fit my phone into these things."
"Ugh, I can already tell that this was a mistake!" Summer groaned, "Just please don't try to blow him during service at the very least."
Tricia clicked her tongue and sighed, "Oh, Summer, you know I can't promise that. If you didn't want this to happen, you shouldn't have invited me or told me about how the two of you went all night. "
"Bitch please, if I didn't tell you, you would have waterboarded me just to get the details." Summer grunted, shooting Tricia an unimpressed look.
"Damn right I would have, your whole vibe changed after the two of you fucked, seriously, I thought you were on ecstasy or something," Tricia stressed, making Summer roll her eyes, "It wasn't that obvious."
"Uh, yeah, it was," Tricia insisted, and Summer was about to tell her friend to go jump off a cliff when she caught sight of Ramon's restaurant, 'What the hell happened to it?"
The entire restaurant had gotten a facelift, though Summer didn't have the slightest clue when or how it happened. "I'm not in the restaurant business, but I'm pretty sure this place is at least a nine."
"You can't fuck a building, Tricia." Summer pointed out.
"Maybe not, but I can sure as hell fuck the guy who owns it," Tricia replied with a seductive smirk.
Right on queue, the front door of the restaurant opened, and Summer watched as Ramon stepped out already in uniform, with his sleeves rolled up, the white fabric stretching noticeably around his thick forearms and across his wide chest.
His curly hair was tied back, leaving his stupidly handsome face and dark blue eyes fully exposed. The moment Ramon stepped out of the restaurant, Tricia let out an audible gasp as her eyes zeroed in on him, "Summer…what the fuck?!"
There was no joking tone in Tricia's voice as she turned to stare at Summer with a dead serious gaze, "What is it now?"
"Him, that's what it is!" Tricia hissed as she stared Ramon down like a hawk, "You didn't mention how fucking hot he is!"
"I'm pretty sure I did," Summer groaned, feeling a headache already coming on.
Tricia quickly shook her head, "No, you said he was handsome and good looking, not drop-dead fuck gorgeous, built like a Greek statue with hair almost as long as mine and eyes as blue as the fucking ocean!"
Summer let out a frustrated sigh, "Ugh, what difference does that make?"
"If I had known, I wouldn't be wearing this basic shit!" Tricia snapped as she gestured to her outfit consisting of a cropped T-shirt and the already mentioned Daisy Dukes, "I would have at least added a thong and worn a pushup bra!"
Summer glanced at Tricia's chest and, as always,s felt a small pang of jealousy seeing how the two milky orbs were already practically spilling out of her top, "I hate to boost your ego even more, but I really don't think you need any help in that department."
"I know, but still, what if he likes them really big?" Tricia muttered nervously as she continued sneaking glances across the street, "Maybe I should go back and change real quick."
"Real quick? It's a twenty-minute walk, and we're supposed to be walking through that door in a couple of minutes!"
"I'm afraid that Summer's right this time around."
Both of the girls jumped in surprise before turning to stare at Ramon, who was walking across the street towards them, "Normally, I'd be more lenient, but I intend to get my money's worth out of you girls."
Summer scowled at Ramon while Tricia was all smiles as she stared up at him with her pupils practically forming hearts.
Noticing Tricia's attentive gaze, Ramon flashed her a smile and offered his hand, "You must be Tricia, it seems like Summer does have a favorite after all."
Tricia grinned and quickly shook Ramon's hand while fluttering her eyelashes at him, "Like she could have invited anyone else."
"I could have invited Nancy," Summer muttered under her breath as she watched Tricia and Ramon strip each other with their eyes, "She wouldn't have been this much trouble."
"And since when did you stop liking trouble?" Tricia pouted at Summer, who scoffed, "Since I was offered five thousand dollars."
"I'm sure you girls won't give me any reason to consider going back on my word," Ramon replied with a reassuring grin, "Who knows, maybe if you two are on your best behavior and make the extra effort, I might hand out a bonus."
"Just what type of extra effort are we talking about?" Tricia asked suggestively as she pushed her arms together in a way that squeezed her chest, making her breasts pop up even more than they already did.
Ramon shamelessly stared at Tricia's tits, making no effort to hide where his gaze was directed, "I'm sure we can figure something out, but why don't you go ahead and take a tour of the restaurant, Tricia? I need to talk to Summer for a second."
Ramon punctuated his order by reaching around and slapping Tricia on the ass, making her yelp and jump. Though Summer could tell by the way Tricia stared at Ramon afterwards that she was anything but offended, "O-okay, just don't keep me waiting long."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Ramon replied as he watched Tricia walk across the street, her hips swaying side to side in a very deliberate effort.
"God, seeing the two of you together is even worse than I thought it would be," Summer growled at Ramon as he turned back to face her, "You're practically fucking her with your eyes."
"Yes, but you do realize I'm doing it for your sake, right?" Ramon asked as a sly smile spread across his lips, "How does it feel knowing that by the end of the night, I'll have your best friend wrapped around my finger?"
Summer's jaw clenched as her body started to react in ways that she most certainly wasn't in favor of, "I-I thought you needed us to wait tables?"
"Oh, I do, but it would just be rude of me to ignore Tricia when she's so clearly in need of a good fuck," Ramon replied brutishly before he reached around and grabbed a handful of Summer's ass, making her stiffle a moan, "And don't act you aren't as well. Though please, by all means, hold off for as long as you can. It just makes it that much sweeter when you finally crack."