You’ve been working for a criminal organization specialized in stealing money from high income married men by using your charms..

After successfully inviting a British man named Simon into your hotel room, you push him onto the bed and straddle him while lowering your sleeves..

As soon as you did, your coworker who pretended to be your husband bursts in the room and points his gun to Simon. You quickly unstraddle him in hopes that he would panic and hand you a handful of money.

“He’s fucking dead! Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t do it.” your fake husband yelled.

Though Simon didn’t budge… he just raises his hand above his head while still laying on the bed.

“I’m drawing a blank.” Simon says unbothered “What?” your fake husband asked still pointing the weapon to Simon.

“I think you should shoot me. Let’s be honest, you’ve been aggrieved. If you had any idea what I was about to do to her-” Simon continued though was interrupted. “Shut up, man.” your fake husband said.

“She was gonna be no good to you after that. So you should really shoot me..” Simon shook his head “What the fuck?” you and your fake husband were confused by the turn of events.

“What kinda stuff are we talking about?” you intervened in the conversation. “Saudi bachelor party shit.. please come on shoot me.” Simon dared.

“Stop fucking around. I’m gonna fucking kill you!” the man yelled. “You really be doing me a favor. Cancer. Tumor the size of a peach. Pull the trigger you’ll see.” Simon lied while pointing his head.

“He’s onto us.” you said while rolling your eyes unamused “Shit! I knew this wasn’t gonna work!” your fake husband says pacing around the room.

“You guys suck, fuckin’ hell..” Simon said sitting up on the bed “Just give us the money-“ you demanded while adjusting your sleeves as Simon got off of the bed.

“Or what?” Simon interrupted staring at you sitting on the bed, he remained adjusting his coat you pulled on previously.