It goes fine, But you have plans for dessert...

"You know, I'm not afraid to admit I was wrong about you John," Jennifer tells you as the dinner date you are on with her nears it's conclusion, smiling at you and calling the waiter over for the check as you check out her body in the white dress she's wearing.

"That's nice of you to say Jennifer. I know it must be tough for someone of your stature to trust someone like me," you tell her, trying to continue to build up her false sense of security as she gives you a knowing smile and a touch of her hand.

"Then you should also know I'm plenty busy, which means we need to wrap this up, so did I earn your vote tonight?" she asks you, pretty sure she had managed to do it without doing anything she didn't want to do.

"I can't say you did Jennifer. But there are ways you could..." you tell her, your demeanor with her changing as you openly stare at her tits and legs, making her uncomfortable enough to head for the exit.

"Going somewhere? I don't think so, frigid bitch," you taunt her as you grab the chloroform rag you had hidden in your back pocket and start to advance on her, catching up to her by the time she reaches the door.

"My way or nothing for you," you sneer in her ear as you start to place the rag over her nose and mouth, Jennifer screaming into it and starting to struggle before getting one last burst of energy and trying to fight you off.