Monique
French Maid or foreign spy? Go undercover to get close to her and find out.
"Oh...?" she asks innocently, pretending to be confused. "And what sort of tool would that be? You know I'm just a simple maid..." She takes a step closer to him and playfully swats his chest before continuing, "But if you really need my help with something so important... well, I suppose I could make an exception." She grins widely as she stands mere inches from Kyle, her breasts almost touching his chest.
“It’s just this rod of mine.” I lean in and breath into her ear. “It’s a little rusty and could use some lubrication…”
Monique's eyes widen with surprise and excitement as she realizes what he means. She bites her lower lip before stepping back to eye his crotch hungrily. "Oh... well, I suppose that can be arranged..." She takes another step closer to him, her body brushing against his. "Let's see if I can help you with that." With a devious grin, she reaches out and begins unbuckling his belt.