Offer him however much money he wants.
From Create Your Own Story
"I can give you a lot of money. As much as you want!" That's another lie, you're actually unemployed and poor, but he doesn't have to know that...yet.
"Okay, hurry. Come over here." His sudden agreement came as a bit of a surprise to you. This guy must really love money. He paced over to his sedan, opened the backseat door, and waved you over.
Still having some hesitation but without any other option, you quickly duck down and dive head first into the back passenger seat. He immediately slam the door shut. You hear the locks click as his footsteps get further away from the car. You lay your petite, slender body out across the floor of the back seats, silent and motionless. Your tender breasts press hard against the carpeting as you can feel your heart rapidly beating. You can only count on this complete stranger now.
"Hey, you there!" The call from one of the security guards seems to address your accomplice.
"Me?" Came the inquisitive reply from your concealer. "Is there something wrong with my parking? I always park here."
"No. Not that." Another voice chimed in. "We're trying to get a hold of a woman in her early to mid-20s. Short brunette hair. Bout this tall. Seen her?"
"Nah. I just got here." Slick hair answered nonchalantly. "What? Did she steal something?"
"She hit Mr. Clark during a job interview." The first guard grunted. "Then she ran out of his office."
"Our charming Mr. Clark must have been up to his usual tactics then." The slick-haired man chuckled casually. He seems to be aware of Clark's behavior. You suddenly wonder if it had been a good idea to ask for his help. "I guess somebody finally stood him up and gave him a piece of her mind."
"We don't talk about that, Corbin. You know that." One of the guards who seems to know him warned. "Anyways, we gotta find her before she finds a way to tell the police about Mr. Clark. Otherwise our jobs are all screwed!"
"Good luck with that, goodfellas." Corbin brushed them off. "As for me, I gotta hurry and get to the office. I'm expecting a client."
"Shit, man!"
You can hear chattering and footsteps get further and further away, followed by a moment of complete silence, then a click as the sedan doors unlock.
"That went pretty well, eh?" Corbin opened the backseat door and peered in as you sat up.
"Pretty well? That was super smooth!" You reached over and gave him a high five, which he accepted with a humored expression. "You saved my life, man!"
"That was what you're paying me to do, wasn't it?" Corbin grinned as he grabbed your hands to help you out of the backseat. "I'm Corbin, by the way."
"I know. I heard one guy call your name. I'm Alexis." You responded, but then suddenly said sheepishly. "Actually, about that payment..."
"I already knew that was a lie." Corbin casually combed one hand over his hair. "I'm a businessman, I can recognize a lie when I see one."
"Then why did you...?"
"Make no mistake, what Clark did was unacceptable." His tone suddenly became lower and more sober, you can see an intensity in his dark, sharp eyes. "I work with him. That doesn't mean I have to agree with him, especially what he tried to do to an attractive woman like yourself."
"Well...umm...I appreciate that." You blushed at his sincerity. Growing up as a tomboy, you weren't used to getting compliments from guys about your appearance. You start to feel like this slick-haired, mafia-looking guy in the black coat might not be so bad. "I still feel like I owe you one though."
"Well, fortunately, there's more than one way for a woman to show appreciation to a man, if you get my drift." Corbin nonchalantly lit a cigarette and remarked without so much as a change in tone or expression, as if the whole proposition was completely normal. He tilts his head toward his car. "The back of my sedan is spacious enough if you're up for it."
The sleazebag! He's exactly the same as that creep Clark! You felt like punching him in the face, but then remembered that you could have been in a much worse situation without him.
"Look here, I'm not the same as Clark, I don't force myself on women. Women come to me." He seems to have read your mind as he exhaled a puff of smoke. "I want to make you my woman. But if you don't agree, I'm not the kind of man to force myself on you."
