Hide the gun, apologize for the mess the usual way

Wait. Your mind goes blank as you furiously try to think of some stereotype that would get you out of trouble, But then you realize that Steve's easy enough to handle as he is. Just keep him from finding out about the gun, and do your thing where you're being a fake tittied female slut that distracts him from the gun.

Steve puts down a pair of grocery bags by the door as he turns back to you. "I'm guessing you sitting there in this mess and showing off your thong and tits means you'd like to trade favors?" He asks in a tone of fake resignation, making you smile and press your still slightly shiny and slippery breasts together. You remember now that Steve and you have announced you'd never be willing to have a serious relationship. You; primarily because that sounds too much like commitment, and Steve is... cute, but not much more than a 7/10 on your 'fuck right now' scale. He; because he knows you're never going to be able to say no to anyone who manages to get your attention. But you two have come to terms that you're so shameless that as long as Steve's not in a relationship, your store is open for business 24/7

"I know you like to be paid in advance for chores when you come home from work," you smile and get up, looking around the place and giving Steve a good look at your body as you move up to him. The place is, to be honest, not that dirty. You could have picked up the debris in ten minutes and vacuumed it in twenty. You figure this amount of work is worth you... a quick blow job. You look him in the eyes and waggle your eyebrows with a knowing smile as you descend, your hands grabbing hold of the rim of his trousers to begin working on his buckle and fly.

As you get his underwear down, you feel your body drink in the sights and smells. You've never cared much for trying to make men taste sweeter with celery or other items, you like them to have a natural taste. Having them leave behind a bit of a stink on your body makes you feel worshiped. You begin to realize that you have a sexual preference, or even an above average kink, for men. You don't mind having sex with women, but if there's just girls, it's not the same.

You come back to the moment, finding your new memories of former lewd acts distracted you from the moment the... new you got your first dick between your lips. He was all pent up from work, with plenty of pre-cum covering the tip of his dick, and you're doing your best to both make use of it to get him hard and to taste his dick. After a minute or so, you get to work, getting Steve to hold your hair out of the way as you begin to suck him off properly.

It doesn't take long before he's edging, but you know him well enough to keep him there for another minute before you decide you've done your time, so you rapidly roll your tongue around his dickhead and is rewarded with grunts, throbs and a gush of fresh salty cum into your mouth. You leave it there for a few moments for savoring before swallowing, then you go in and clean off the remaining mess on his dick, so Steve don't have to use a tissue before stuffing it back in his pants.

You look up and see Steve's happy with the payment. "I hope that made your day a little better," you whisper to him as you get up and adjust your top, glancing down to see if you got too many stains on it. Fortunately, most of the falloff seems to be on your tits, as usual.

"Yeah, work was hell today," Steve concedes as he tucks his dick in and buckles up again, wiping his hands on his hips before picking up the grocery bags. "So thanks for the pick-me-up," he says and kisses you on the cheek as he passes by towards the kitchen. You're not a fan of affectionate kissing with friends, even if it's your roommate, so you make no move to make it a proper kiss. Besides, you know Steve isn't a big fan of tasting his own seed, so it's mostly a gesture of gratitude from the both of you.

As Steve moves out into the kitchen, you turn around, pull out the stereotype gun from behind the pillows and try to hide it as you move towards your bedroom.