[MF] My sex story response to this Writing Prompt: “Lifespan is determined by a word count. You’re given millions of words, but once you run out you’re dead. You are a mob hitman known as “The Interrogator, who specializes in “making people talk”. You come across a mark that has one word left.”

I unbuttoned an extra button on the top of my blouse as I sat at the bar, knowing full well that he’d be walking in shortly.

I smiled and bit my lip just thinking about how confused and aroused he would be when he saw me.

I had him at a severe disadvantage because over the course of the last month my interns had hacked into his Reddit accounts and learned about his fetishes. And boy were they good ones.

By day he was a respectable medical professional, and at night he jerked off looking at pictures of women “finishing the job” in a particular way that I’ll leave unspoken for now.

Given my assets, it wasn’t difficult to get a picture of me performing his fantasy posted to Reddit where it promptly shot to the top of his favorite sub-Reddit. Of course he promptly commented on it, upvoted it, saved it, and then clicked on it at least four more times in the following half hour.

When he walked up to the bar I waited for him to catch the ear of the bartender by using his “clicker” that people who don’t speak anymore use. The moment he clicked I backed into him and clicked at the same time, turning to look irritated at him.