Target Practice

TJ walks into Soapy Massage and bumps straight into Mika. She flashes a knowing grin, waves him past the beads, and they trade a few jokes. He brags about the good day he had out on the range, says he's worked up and needs to cut loose before a big hunt tomorrow. Mika nods at his crotch, leans in, runs her palm right over the bulge like she's checking the chamber. "Got any rounds left in that thing, or is it spent?" she teases, giggling as she squeezes. TJ laughs, asks what she can do about it. "Target practice, honey. You fire off every round you got, and I promise the happy ending will make every shot count." He likes the price and the pitch. He peels off the bills, and the two of them head back while the beads clack shut behind them.