Annie’s friend V came over for dinner. Chill night, good food, everyone’s vibing. We’re shooting the shit, drinking a little, laughing—normal night, right? Then, out of nowhere, V just looks at Annie and asks if she can be serviced.

Not me. Obviously. Annie.

Annie barely blinks, just gives me that look and says, “Take off your shirt, get on your knees.”

So I do. Because of course I do.

V watches, smirks a little. Annie is calm as ever, but I can tell she’s enjoying this. Then things… progress. Let’s just say I don’t remember much of the rest of dinner, but I do remember being very, very useful.

So yeah. Unexpected turn, but hey, I aim to please.