7th Heaven.
Translated with Google
 
Tifa turned the glass in her hand and dried it with the towel.
 It was a rainy day and she could hear the dripping of water from the doorway of her bar a lot.
She let her eyes wander around the bar, which was completely deserted.
 "Another day without customers!"
With the 7-Heven and also with the delivery service it has been downhill for months.
 She would close the bar earlier today so as not to incur any more costs.
 She was just putting the glass back in its place when she heard a vehicle stop in front of her bar. Heavy steps trudged through the puddles in front of the 7-Heven and then the door was already torn open.
 Two men in black suits and sunglasses came in and looked around the bar.
 "Oh no, not today!"
 When they were sure, one of the men entered a sign and the two names beside the door entered their positions.
 Tifa knew what and especially who would come now and wiped her still wet hands on the dishcloth. She just stepped out from behind the sink and the door was opened a second time and a small overweight man with a cane entered.
 "Hello Mr. Improbus, what can I do for you!"
 Tifa stepped in front of the little man and bowed to him.
 "To you too, have a good day Ms. Lockhart!"
 She looked at the man who only reached to her chest and wiped his balding head with a cloth that he had just pulled out of the inside pocket of his suit.
After leaving the cloth in his pocket again, he looked around at 7-Heven and then turned back to Tifa. "You do not have much clientele today, do you?"
 He once turned his own axis and came to a halt before her.
 "No, it's not going so well lately! She could see a fleeting smile flitting across his face, baring his yellow teeth.
"That brings me straight to the point, Ms. Lockhart!"
Now she knew why Mr. Improbus had come to her bar that day.
 "I'm a bit late with the payments, but you get her ......!"
 He interrupted her with a wave of his hand and walked past her.
 "If you can not pay me back the money plus interest, I'll take the 7-Heven.
 He sat down on a large stool in front of the bar and dangled his small stubby legs.
 "Unless you can offer me something else!"
Another grin crossed his face, baring his teeth.
Mr. Improbus had always been unpleasant to Tifa, but today he excelled himself.
"And what did you think of that?"
 When he looked at her even more insistently, she had to swallow aloud.
"I was thinking of having a good meal!"
Now Tifa was confused and looked at him questioningly.
"A good meal and what did you think of it?"
 He licked his tongue over his swollen lips and then pulled the cloth out of his suit again to wipe his mouth with it.
 He slid off his stool and walked with small steps out of her.
 "I thought of this!"
He stood again in front of her and reached with his small hands that ended in thick sausage fingers on her breasts.
 "What shoud that?"
Tifa took a step back from the man in horror, to get away from the grabbing hands.
 "But, but Ms. Lockhart!"
 "Do not forget, when you came to my bank a year ago to take out a loan, you signed this!"
He pulled an envelope from the other suit pocket and wagged it in front of her nose.
 "That does not give them the right to trudge me!"
Now his grin widened a bit and made even his double chin pass into a triple chin.
"Oh, Ms. Lockhart!"
 "They have signed that I can have both the 7-Heven and everything else I want!"
She tore the envelope from his hand and flipped through the contract hastily.
 "I have not fallen below!"
 The last word she had screamed and was surprised himself.
 "Is not that your signature, Ms. Lockhart?"
He pointed his fat fingers to the last page of the contract, where a signature was to be seen.
 "Yes I do, but.....!"
He withdrew the contract from her hand and put it back in his pocket.
"Then that would be clear!"
He went back to the stool and sat down again on this.
 Tifa's fists clenched in anger as the leather creaked softly on her gloves.
 Her gaze wandered to the two men at the door, and again to Mr. Improbus, who stared at them from the stools.
 For a brief moment, she considered knocking the two men down and then taking the little fat sack that had so set her off.
 "I would not do that in her place!"
 She was torn from her thoughts, looked at Mr. Improbus, who smiled at her.
 "There are still about two dozen of my men waiting outside the door to intervene in time!"
 "I knew that the great Tifa Lockhart would not give up easily!"
 She dropped her hands when she heard this.
 "And what do you want now?"
 He turned away from her with a smile and looked at the bottles on the shelf against the wall.
"First of all, I'd like a beer now!"
Tifa passed the stool and entered the area behind the counter.
 She was about to take a glass out of the cupboard when she was interrupted by him.
 "Not so, Ms. Lockhart!"
 "Be so kind as to take off your shirt!"
 Tifa paused briefly and looked at him in horror.
"Pardon, what?"
His grin was so wide now that it seemed like it was going from ear to ear.
"You've got it right Ms. Lockhart!"
 "Will you please take off your white top and also the bra, or would you like to become homeless today ?!"
 She placed the teaching glass on the counter and reached for her white top.
With a jerk, she pulled the top over her head, her long black hair whirling through the air.
 "They are beautiful Ms. Lockhart!"
 "I like it when women do not wear a bra!"
At the sight of her big breasts, he licked his lips again.
Tifa named the glass from the counter and filled it with beer at the tap.
 When the glass was filled, she slammed it in front of him on the counter with some of the contents sloshing on the counter.
 "So, is that enough?"
 Mr. Improbus did not answer and reached for the beer, which he drank in broad strokes.
When he put the glass down again, he wiped himself again with the cloth over his mouth.
"No, not yet, show me the menu!"
 Tifa went to a cupboard by the side of the counter and pulled out an artificial leather menu, which she placed on the counter in front of him.
 Mr. Improbus opened the menu and happily began toting around in it.
After a minute or two, when Tifa wondered if he really read in it, he put the menu on the table and pointed to one of the dishes.
 "I order this!"
Tifa turned the card in her direction and looked at the court that marked one of his thick sausage fingers.
 "Fried chicken breast with chips!"
 He nodded to her and then pointed with his outstretched middle finger, on her breasts.
"Yes, but please take her own breasts!"
Tifa looked up from the menu, staring at him in horror.
"What, what, my own breasts ?!"
 She folded her arms in front of her breasts and took a step backwards until she bumped into the shelf with the liquor.
 "If you do not want to, then please pack your suitcase and leave my restaurant!"
 Tifa had to swallow when she heard this and stared at her big breasts. "Surely give something else, what can I do?"
Mr. Improbus shook his head and tapped his finger on the menu, where the court said he had ordered.
"Ms. Lockhart, either I get my food or you sit on the street!"
 Tifa looked around for help in the bar, but there was no one else to help her, except for Mr. Improbus and his two bodyguards.
 "You want ..... both breasts?"
 Mr. Improbus, took the beer glass and drank the rest in one go.
 "Of course, but first I want a new beer!"
 Tifa took the glass off and put it in the sink, then took a new glass and filled it with beer.
 She put the glass in his face and then turned towards the kitchen.
"I like my breasts nice and crispy!"
Tifa tried to ignore the man who yelled after her from his seat as she entered the kitchen.
 
Tifa entered the small kitchen at the back of her bar.
It was not very big, more than two people would have problems moving in it.
 She went to the big fryer in the back of the kitchen and switched it on.
After just a few seconds, the oil inside the deep fryer began to bubble slightly.
Then they opened the refrigerator and took out the big bowl of frying dough.
 She set the bowl on the counter and got another pack of fries from the freezer.
The fries filled them in the frying basket and placed them next to the fryer.
 Tifa went back to the worktop and pulled the bowl of frying dough right in front of him.
 She leaned forward, pushing big breasts into the dough of the shots.
With circular motion she let her breasts turn in the bowl until they were completely covered with the dough.
When she straightened up again, her breasts made a smacking noise as they were pulled out of the bowl. Although her breasts were covered in dough, Tifa could see her nipples, which had risen through the cold dough.
Carefully, with the bowl under her breasts, she headed for the fryer.
 When they got there, she wiped a drop of dough from her breast, which was about to fall back into the bowl and dropped it into the fryer's hot oil.
 * Sssscchhhh! *
The oil in the fryer immediately began to hiss and bubble as the drop of batter touched its surface. Tifa took a deep breath and leaned over the fryer until her breasts hung over the boiling oil.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, she leaned deeper until the tips of her breasts plunge into the hot oil.
 * Sssscchhhh! *
 The oil around her breasts began to bubble immediately and a burning pain ran through her body. For a brief moment Tifa wanted to pull her breasts out of the deep fryer, but then she decided against it and dipped them completely into the oil.
 
She felt the heat burn more and more in her breasts and Tifa looked nervously at the clock on the kitchen wall.
 It had only been 3 minutes since she dipped her breasts in the oil.
 They wondered if the 5 minutes she normally needed for the chicken breasts would also be enough for her.
When finally the clock on the wall indicated that 5 minutes had passed, she decided that this would be enough and Tifa pulled her breasts out of the deep fryer.
 Tifa looked at her breasts, which were now surrounded by a golden brown crust.
She dipped the frying basket with the fries in the fryer and then turned back to the worktop.
 She put her breasts on the countertop and then began to dab them with kitchen paper.
When she removed the excess oil, she took a large plate out of the cupboard and placed her breasts on it.
She took the large aluminum bowl in which she always kept the mixed salad and started to put it around her breasts.
Tifa reached under the plate with one hand and went back to the deep fryer to retrieve the basket of chips.
She shook the frying basket once more and put it next to the fryer.
 With a pair of pliers, she reached into the basket and took out the fries to put between her breasts. After placing a handful of fries between her breasts, Tifa picked up the plate and headed for the door.
 
Improbus, who looked at you with a big grin.
"It's about time, Ms. Lockhart!"
"I thought that they wanted to starve me here!"
Tifa ignored the words and put the plate with her fried breasts, across from him on the counter.
"Two deep-fried breasts like the house!"
Mr. Improbus did not seem to hear her words, as he only stared at the plate on which her breasts lay.
Disgusted she had to watch as he ran his tongue over his lips and then after the gift and the knife handle.
Tifa squinted as he stuck his fork into her right breast.
She was relieved when she felt no pain but only a pull.
 Mr. Improbus had now taken the knife and cut a 2 inch thick disc from her chest. Hot and yellowish shimmering grease flowed from the cut and spilled over the plate.
 Tifa watched as Mr. Improbus poked the slice of her breast with the fork and shoved it into his mouth.
 "Mmmmmm!"
 "That's really delicious, Ms. Lockhart!"
 Tifa does not try to look directly in the face, as he addressed her with his mouth full, with parts of her chest sliding down to the corners of his mouth.
 "It's .... It's nice that you like it, Mr. Improbus!"
He hardly paid attention to her and cut already a second disc from her chest which he then poked again on the fork and bit off from it.
As only a small piece of the fork hung he held it under her nose.
"You should also try these delicious breasts, Ms. Lockhart!"
 Tifa leaned back as far as she could, as she could without leaving her seat, and looked at the piece of meat on the fork tip.
 "That really is not necessary, Mr. Improbus!"
 She tried a little more to back down but as her breasts began to slide off the plate, Mr. Improbus stabbed her in the left breast and pulled her back into place.
Tifa was so surprised that Mr. Improbus was able to shove the gift with the piece of meat into his mouth without further ado.
The sweet and tender flesh literally melted on her tongue without her having to chew it.
She had to give that he was right and her breasts were really delicious, but she would never tell him that. Mr. Improbus, meanwhile, had already cut off a third slice from her right breast and hung it down greedily.
Tifa looked at the stump left over from her right breast and then looked to the left, which was almost completely split by a long cut in half. Mr. Improbus cut the last piece in her left breast and pulled the two halves apart.
 Hot fat flooded the plate and he started to dip the fries in it before he ace them.
 
"Now I'm full!"
Mr. Improbus leaned back in his seat and put his knife and fork aside.
He took one of the napkins and wiped it in his mouth.
"That was really delicious, Ms. Lockhart!"
 Tifa looked down at what was still common in her breasts.
The right was completely gone except for a small stump, while the left consisted only of two collapsed halves that had been scraped out by Mr. Improbus.
 "I am glad that everything was to your satisfaction, Mr. Improbus!"
 Tifa hoped he did not realize how angry she was when she spoke to him. He sprang from his seat and headed for the exit.
 "Then I'll get rid of my debt, Mr. Improbus?"
 He turned back on the spot and smiled at her.
 "No, but I'll give you another reprieve!"
 "And if they can not pay again, maybe I'll get their sweet ass, Ms. Lockhart!"
 With a laugh he turns back and went through the door.
 The End ....?