A nice restaurant with luxurious decor and a renowned chef hosts a couple. She wears an elegant, simple dress, the kind that costs a fortune. Next to her sits a man elegantly dressed, emanating a certain power, probably because of his fat wallet. The waiter glides away with their emptied plates and murmurs, “May I tempt you with dessert?”

Lucas doesn’t glance at the menu the waiter offers or even at Vicky. He simply orders for both of them in that low, decisive voice: “Two chocolate soufflés. A splash of Grand Marnier on hers.” She smiles softly at the quiet, effortless command, then reaches for her phone and types quickly.

Vicky: “Did you finish the cleaning?”

Julian: “All done. How’s dinner?”

Vicky: “Divine, as always.”

Vicky: “Any fun plans for your evening, baby? You deserve to relax after all that scrubbing.”

Julian: “A movie, some beers and chill on the couch. Maybe wait up for you?”

Vicky: “That sounds perfect.”

Vicky: “We’re about to order dessert. Lucas is feeling… playful.”

Julian: “Playful how?”

Vicky: “After this, he’s taking me back to his house.”

Julian: “As you wish.”

She pauses, letting the message sit there a few seconds before sending it.

Vicky: “He says he’s craving something rare tonight. Something he’s never tasted.”

Julian: “Vicky…”

Vicky: “He wants my last untouched flower.”

Julian: “No. You promised me. We agreed!”

Julian: “Never that. Tell him no.”

Vicky: “I did tell him no.”

Julian: “Thank god!”

Vicky: “He just laughed, baby. He doesn’t take ‘no’ from little husbands hiding behind a screen. That pretty hole has been teasing him for months, begging to be claimed… and if you’re not man enough to take it first, he will.”

She sets the phone face-down on the table, takes a slow sip of champagne, and smiles at Lucas like nothing happened. The screen lights up again. Once. Twice. Three desperate buzzes. She doesn’t touch it. Just lets it sit there, vibrating softly against the linen while she holds Lucas’s eyes and enjoys the wait.

Julian: “This isn’t fair.”

Vicky: “Fair? Baby, is it fair that you’ve never once made me come the way he does?”

Julian: “Vicky, don’t do it.”

Julian: “Vicky, please don’t just ignore me!”

On Julian’s phone the typing bubble pulses for fifteen full seconds, then disappears. And then again.

Julian: “I’m sorry, please talk to me.”

Vicky: “Calm down first. Deep breath for me.”

Julian: “Breathing!”

Vicky: “Good boy. Option one: I let him fuck my ass tonight. You never touch it. Maybe you never touch me again. Up to you.”

Julian: “No.”

Vicky: “Option two: you let him have yours instead. Once. Everyone wins.”

Julian: “What?”

Julian: “I’m not gay, Vicky.”

Vicky: “Nobody said you were, sweetheart. You’d just be a husband keeping a promise to his wife. Perfectly straight thing to do.”

Julian: “You’re insane.”

Julian: “I can’t even… I’ve never…”

Vicky: “A virgin ass! He’ll be thrilled.”

Julian: “You’re insane. You’re both insane!”

Vicky: “Honey, you kept saying I never include you in my sex life. Now’s your chance.”

Julian: “I hate you right now.”

Vicky: “I know, sweetheart! Hate me all you want. Just know that if you make me do it tonight, I’ll enjoy it. I’ll think of you the whole time and enjoy it even more.”

Julian: “You’re evil.”

Vicky: “I’m practical. You have six minutes to decide.”

She sets the phone down again, lets him stew. Lucas rises slowly, takes out a cigar, meets her eyes for a long moment, then walks to the terrace, leaving her alone with the glowing screen.

Julian: “Wait, please, let’s talk”

Julian: “There has to be another way”

Julian: “I’ll do anything else, prep you, clean you after, anything but that.”

Vicky: “God, I love when you beg.”

Julian: “OK, I’m begging you, Vicky!”

Vicky: “Wait… you beg me to get fucked in the ass by my lover? That’s it? That’s your big plea?”

Julian: “No, of course not! Don’t make me do this.”

Vicky: “Lucas is clear. You or me!”

Julian: “You don’t have to be there. Please.”

Vicky: “Of course I do. Wouldn’t you do the same for me?”

Vicky: “Lucas is losing patience. You’re being rude. You should appreciate the offer. You have a choice! Don’t be stupid, use it!”

Julian: “I’m stupid for loving you!”

Vicky: “And I love you for it.”

Vicky: “It’s a good deal. You’ll enjoy a once-in-a-million cock tonight and finally understand why I crave it so much.”

Vicky: “You have one minute.”

Julian: “Fuck you, Vicky! Fuck you!”

Vicky: “I hope you keep that promise.”

Julian: “Fuck you!”

Vicky: “You’re stalling. Ten… nine… eight…”

Julian: “OK”

Vicky: “OK what? Say it clearly.”

Julian: “OK, Lucas can have me tonight!”

Vicky: “Thank you, baby! Now say it properly.”

Julian: “?”

Vicky: “You’ll be honored to offer yourself, won’t you?”

Julian: “Fine. Have it your way. I’m honored to offer myself.”

Vicky: “Still not convinced you want it. Say it properly.”

Julian: “I want Lucas to fuck my ass!”

Vicky: “See? Was that so hard? I’m proud of you, sweetheart. You can man up when it’s needed.”

Vicky: “Darling? One more thing.”

Julian: “Yes?”

Vicky: “Now thank Lucas properly for accepting your proposition.”

Julian: “Thank you, Lucas, for accepting my virgin ass tonight.”

Vicky: “Say it again, out loud this time. Record it. And add: ‘…and not my beautiful, sexy wife.’ I want to hear every word crystal clear.”

A few seconds later the voice message pings in.

Vicky: “Perfect. I’ll play it to you whenever you forget how much I love you.”

The waiter glides away. A moment later, two identical, towering chocolate soufflés are set before them filling the air with a sweet sent. Lucas picks up his long silver spoon and taps the crust with deliberate care. A low, satisfying crack echoes as the dome collapses, releasing a slow river of molten chocolate that pools like lava on the plate.

She lifts her phone for the last time and smiles.

Vicky: “Dessert’s here, baby.”

Vicky: “Yours is arriving in about an hour.”

Julian: “Thanks”

Vicky: “A fresh cream pie!”