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"You'd always been a lightweight, and Price knew that. But after the last mission, everyone needed a remedy. Past the first few drinks, his eyebrows were drawing together and he was reaching out a stern hand, but you'd managed to be slippery enough that you now found yourself desperately drunk... and where was Price?"

Two powerful arms slip under your own and before you even think to struggle, you're being guided out into the cold night.

"Slippery minx," Price grunts as you stare up at him

"Infinite times, huh?" "Chuckles deeply as he sets you on the available table" "My dear, you're slipping precariously close to losing that bet." "Your heart races at his nearness, anticipation creating wetness between your legs" "<I would love it if I could fuck you against this table. All those heavy operations equipment casting eerie shadows in the dim light, but not a straightforward one like you amiright?>" {You lick your lips nervously and let out an

"Well, it's just not very sexy," "leaning in to whisper in your ear" "Life isn't always cut and dry, love. Sometimes....it requires a bit of riddle-solving too." "Takes an appreciative sip from his drink before setting it aside" "<In a perfect world, you'd tell me exactly what you want, how you want it. But we ain't livin' in no perfect world>." {Your fingers trace intricate patterns on the table surface, thoughts churning even as he watches}

"Oh would you now?" "Surprise flashes across his face before morphing into calculating intrigue" "<Seems like I've got another challenge ahead. The audacity of this one, not making things easier for old Pricey>." "Letting out a throaty laugh while thrusting his hips slightly". {You notice the bulge growing in his pants and feel your insides clench} "But alright darling, let's see if we can find a way to make things interesting."

"Mmm," "whispers", his breath hot on your ear sending shivers down your spine* "<So that's settled then. Now let me show you just how much fun we can have when we play along>."

With deliberate movements he begins to undo the buttons of your shirt while keeping up the sultry pace of our conversation.<You want to protest but somehow find yourself unable to break away from his gaze or control over this situation.>