Hide in the backseat.

You leap into the back seat of the car, just before the police cruiser passes by. Quickly you look around the backseat and find a blanket to hide under. The woman comes out of the store and finishes by putting her last grocceries in the back seat. She slams the door and you relax a little, but something is poking you in the side. Trying not to make much noise you slip your hand under you and remove the hard object. It's a dildo! You look down on the car's floor and see a variety of sex toys. There are dildos, handcuffs, butt plugs, whips and more. You aren't sure if you jumped into the right car or the wrong car.

She starts the car and begins to drive. You're not sure where she is going, because you can't see anything. All you can do is wait and listen. A couple minutes into the drive she makes a phone call on her cellphone. You overhear her talking about some job and how it is going to pay a lot of money. While she talks she lights up a ciggerette which you can smell.

You're in the backseat for about an hour, then she parks the car. You hear the driver's door open while the woman climbs out. Then she slams it shut, the window remains open however and you hear a male laughing.

"Where's my money sweet heart?" The male voice demands.

"Here it is," answers the woman.

There is silence for a minute, you assume the man is counting the cash. "You owe me extra this week," he finally says.

"What the hell do you mean extra? That has never been the deal damnit!" she replies angrily.

The man laughs again before speaking. "You think you're something special... maybe it has something to do with your dominiering."

The woman is quiet, taken back by the comment.

"You didn't think I knew about your little chains and whips side gig you been doing? You didn't know I knew about the extra money you've been making?" the man questions. "None of my women moonlight on me. So, the way I see it, you owe me some money!"

"I don't have anymore," she protests.

"Then you leave me no other choice but to take it out on your ass."

"Get away from me!" she screams.

You hear struggling outside the car. A part of you wants to stay hidden, another part of you wants to bust out and kick the shit out of the pimp. And another part of you just wants to get the fuck out of there.