Scene Description:
Capri's bent over the bar counting bottles when Johnny bursts in, all swagger and hungry eyes, begging to book his band for a gig. She shuts him down quick—she's no manager, no strings to pull. But Johnny's relentless, leaning in close, growling that his band fucks harder and louder than any other if she'll just make one call. Heat flares between her thighs and she bites her lip, voice dropping low and filthy: maybe she'll hook him up, but only if he drops to his knees and makes her come all over his tongue first.
