Watch Erica's reaction first

You turn to Erica to see what she thinks of this ginger interruption. She puts her coffee down. "Geraldine, right?" The redhead is pleased she's been recognized. You offer her a seat at the table and take one yourself.

As soon as you sit down you feel Erica's stockinged foot running her toes up along your leg. She is making small talk with Geraldine about their escapades since high school while stretching her foot as far as she can but barely making it to your thigh. She slumps a few inches in her chair, and can almost reach your groin.

Then you hear Geraldine say, "oh well that's an interesting game, sure, like some of the make-believe games we did when we were a kid." So Erica told Geraldine about the questions? It's hard to pay attention with Erica so set on distracting you.

"Yeah, just like that," says Erica, winking at you and still stretching, reaching for your crotch with her foot under the table. Erica asks Geraldine, "okay, so would you rather spend the weekend stuck in a beautiful beachfront hotel with your boyfriend or stuck in a quiet cabin in the woods, with us?"

Geraldine, smiling a knowing smile at Erica, says "well I don't have a boyfriend and never have...so I'd choose the cabin with the two of you. My turn?" She looks at you. "Would you rather...would you rather be super-strong but super-weak-looking or super-weak but super-buff-looking?"

Erica drops her knife on the floor with a clatter and climbs off her chair to get it.

For just a second you're concerned you've met someone else who has the power. But you don't answer her. You don't have to. You relax.

Erica does not resurface, but instead lays a hand on your crotch under the table. She must be kneeling down there.

You look at Geraldine. "That's good, but it's more like this: Would you rather get on the floor and pleasure Erica while she blows me, or try to rob everyone in the café, naked, with your fingers making a gun shape?"

Geraldine blinks at you, horrified. "Holy shit man okay. I choose Erica." She climbs under the table directly and disappears from view. You take a sip of Erica's drink, but it's kinda cold. Then she unzips your fly and pulls out your cock. You hadn't really thought about where 'seduce me' would lead when you gave Erica the choice. It worked out pretty well.

As Erica's soft, warm lips squeeze the tip of your dick, you wave over the café attendant sweeping the floor nearby. She's a soft, curvy teen with a pleasant smile and a big rack under her apron. Her nametag says Carissa.

"Excuse me Carissa, would you rather buy me a mocha with your own money or simply make me a mocha and don't ring it up?"

She thinks about it, and under the table Erica swallows, taking in most of your dick and lapping the underside with her tongue. You're almost spasming from the pleasure when Carissa responds, "I guess it's unreasonable to steal for something so small, but I'm really saving my wages for a car this summer, so I'll be right back!" She goes off to steal you a mocha while you get head in the corner.