Alcohol

"Look," Jason says, "we're all adults here. But we're not...as adult as we want."

You nod as you know what they're after.

"You're looking for booze," you say.

"Got it in one," the Asian bee says, unamused.

You look her up and down. You see her breasts heaving with every breath, almost as if those D-Cup tits could pop free if she bent the wrong way. You very visibly drink her in, not caring if the others see you. You lock eyes with her after scanning her curvy body up and down. She doesn't seem phased, but you're almost certain you can see her stifle a smile.

"Believe it or not," you say, "I've been where you are before. I've done the 'Hey Mister' a few times myself. But why should I give you anything?"

"Come on, sir," Elvis says. "You just said you know where we're coming from."

"That's true," you muse, "but it seems to easy to just hand you the booze for free. Seems like y'all should meet me in the middle."

The curvy black girl in the cat suit sighs and says, "What did you have in mind?"