you agree but tell Melissa to send you a list of board games because after you Visit Luxury Living to pick up the sheets and fixtures Melissa requested you are going to stop by a game store to pick up a couple of games than stop by a grocery store to get some snacks lots of chocolate, chips, dip, and other junk foods as you drive you ask Tina how she likes that the drivers seat is the only seat in the car with a dildo installed. she responds positively in her crude punk goth slut way
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"That sounds perfect," you reply to Melissa's request. "Send me a list of board games too. After Luxury Living, I want to stop at The Tabletop Empire and pick up some new games for the mansion."
"Of course, Jane," Melissa responds efficiently. "I'll compile a list of recommended titles immediately and send it to your phone. Would you prefer strategy games or more social options?"
"Both," you say. "And add some grocery items to the list. Lots of chocolate, chips, dip, and other junk foods. I want to have everything ready for game night."
As Tina drives you away from the police headquarters, Grace reviews data on her tablet while Marion makes notes in her leather portfolio. The city passes by outside your custom SUV's windows—a city increasingly shaped by your transformations.
"Tina," you say with a sly smile, glancing at your punk goth driver. "How are you enjoying being the only one in the car with a dildo installed in your seat?"
Tina grins wickedly, her multiple facial piercings catching the afternoon light. Her raven hair with purple streaks falls partially across her heavily made-up eyes as she adjusts herself slightly on the seat.
"Fucking amazing, boss," she replies in her characteristic crude manner, the dildo visibly shifting inside her as she adjusts her position. "Every goddamn bump in the road makes me wetter than a fucking hurricane. Best part of the fucking job."
She turns the wheel sharply around a corner, gasping as the movement causes the dildo to shift inside her. "Shit! That's... that's good. Been creaming myself all fucking morning driving your sexy ass around."
Grace snorts from the passenger seat. "Jesus fucking Christ, could you be any more explicit?"
"You're one to talk with your potty mouth," Tina shoots back, her punk attitude undiminished despite her complete devotion to you.
You arrive at Luxury Living, an upscale home goods boutique on Fifth Avenue. The store manager, Olivia Harper, greets you personally at the door. She's an elegant woman in her forties with a practiced smile that falters slightly when she takes in your towering seven-and-a-half-foot form.
"Ms. Powers, welcome," she says, recovering quickly. "We have your items prepared. The Egyptian cotton sheets have been custom-made to your specifications—they should accommodate your... unique frame perfectly."
She leads you to a display where luxurious black sheets with gold thread accents are arranged on a massive display bed. Nearby, specialized bathroom fixtures gleam in polished chrome and gold.
"The sheets feature a thread count of 1,500," Olivia explains, "and the fixtures are all custom-sized to accommodate users up to eight feet tall."
You run your hand over the sheets, nodding approvingly. "We'll take them. Have everything delivered to the Blackwood estate."
As Olivia processes your purchase, your phone pings with Melissa's list of board games. The list is impressively thorough, categorized by game type with notes on player count and estimated play time.
After Luxury Living, Tina drives you to The Tabletop Empire, a sprawling game store downtown. The owner, a woman named Lydia Morgan, does a double-take when you enter. Your imposing height and the presence of your entourage clearly catches her off guard.
"Welcome to The Tabletop Empire," she says, recovering quickly. "How can I help you today?"
You hand her Melissa's list. "I'll take everything on this list, plus anything else you'd recommend for a game night with high-powered executives."
Lydia's eyes widen as she scans the extensive list. "This... this is almost our entire strategy game section. It'll take some time to gather everything."
"Take all the time you need," you reply with a smile. "We'll be looking around."
As Lydia and her staff scramble to fulfill your massive order, you browse the store with Grace and Marion. The final bill comes to over $3,000, but you barely blink as you hand over your black card.
Your final stop is at Gourmet Provisions, an upscale grocery store. You fill two carts with premium snack foods—artisanal chocolates, imported cheese platters, gourmet potato chips, and handcrafted dips. The store manager, Trevor Wilson, personally assists you, clearly recognizing the size of your purchase.
"Planning quite the gathering," he comments as cashiers ring up your items.
"Game night," you reply simply, handing over your card for the $1,500 purchase.
As you return to the SUV, Tina visibly shivers as she slides back onto her special driver's seat. "Fuck me sideways," she mutters, adjusting herself. "This thing's gonna make me come before we get home."
You smile, settling into your custom-built rear seat. "That's entirely the point, Tina. Drive carefully."
Her hands grip the wheel tighter as the SUV pulls away from the curb, her breathing already becoming irregular as the specialized seat begins its work again.