He has a proposition for her

Smiling, the guard looked over the brunette as he walked around where she stood.
Melissa sees his badge with his name "Steve". She repeats her query.

"What do you want, Steve?" She asks again, with a sultry look at the guard. He looks at her sternly and in a matter-of-fact way he starts to explain.

“Very bad things can happen to you here without someone looking out for you. Now, we wouldn’t want to harm that pretty face, would we?” Steve strokes her cheek with his hand while he speaks. Shuddering, Melissa pulls away.

As she spins her head away from his touch, the guard slides his hand down and cups her breasts through her flimsy tee shirt. His grip suddenly grows stronger and his voice deepens.

“Now, I can help you out…but you need to help me out, and you can start right now.” He says mischievously as his right hand begins lowering the zipper to his pants.

Melissa shakes her head back and forth slowly, but she feels Steve pressing down on her shoulder, forcing her onto her knees before him.

“Now, make some use of that mouth, honey, you do a good job and I will look after you…or, you are on your own. It is your choice, Melissa.”