Personal assistant

"I need a personal assistant, Nami," you say and she leans forward a little more, just enough to put enough slack in the fabric of her shirt to have that nipple pop clean out. You feel yourself bite your lip in spite of wanting to maintain control. "Someone who can follow orders without question, someone who takes what I give her and does what needs to be done with it," you add.

Nami bites her lip and whispers "Without question," she repeats breathlessly. That nipple of hers gets harder in the dim light of the restaurant. "And the pay?"

"The rewards," you emphasize, "for being a good girl, will be more than you can imagine." She looks down into your crotch and licks her lips.

"Seeing is believing on those rewards," she says wickedly.