Jessica wants a Porsche

"… The GT2 is our best, newest model. A great choice, Miss Alba, it certainly speaks for your taste and good instincts! I myself would drive one of these babies, but, you know, I am more of a man of the classics in my personal life. But this one, it’s a true pearl of German engineering! Just read the stats: from zero to a hundred in 3.7 seconds. Kilometers that is, of course… it’s an unheard of feat that basically says it all…”

Jessica did her best not to sigh loudly or roll her eyes as the small, heavyset man who had introduced himself as “Julian” rambled on. Julian was the head salesman at this car rental and had been on her the second she walked in, sweet-talking her like every man did, only with an additional goal.

Julian was in his late fifties and despite his well-groomed appearance his age showed in his receding hairline that he seemingly had tried to save with a couple of bad implants and a dye-job that made his hair gleam ink-black. Add to that the way-too-white teeth and the almost orange tanning-salon-skin and you had a man desperately denying his advancing age… Having spent years in Hollywood, Jessica could handle those.

He had been going at it for ten straight minutes now, never minding that she had already agreed to rent one of his models. Bored, she leaned back in the comfortable seat in front of Julian’s desk and politely let him try and talk her to ****. Glancing over her shoulder through the office window she could see the object of her desire, gleaming beautifully in the Amsterdam sun. Black, slick, and if Julian was to be believed, basically a rocket! Just what she wanted! There was only one problem.

Patiently chewing her cherry flavored gum she turned her eyes back to her salesman, hoping that her wandering eyes hadn’t offended him and for a blink of a second she caught his own, wandering eyes. She smirked inwardly as she realized that Julian had checked out her gracefully folded legs while she had glanced away, all the while never missing a beat in his sales pitch.

“… it is incredibly stylish, suitable for such a renowned Hollywood star as yourself, and incredibly compliant in its handling…”

Jesus Christ, just know when you have won already, she thought with frustration, while her smile was unwavering.

Finally it was enough! “Okay, I’ll take it!” she said for the third time since she had entered Julian’s office, interrupting his laudation on his “baby”. To distract his mind from his speech she leaned forward slightly too, showing off her braless cleavage.

It worked. Julian’s eyes dropped down to her breasts, only for a split-second, but notably enough and he stopped dead in his tracks. Then he caught himself and he made eye-contact with her. She smiled undeterred, ignoring his lapse.

“Great!” he said with a winning smile on his pudgy face, “I’ll set up a contract… I’ll only need a credit card and your license!”

“Well, there lies my problem!” Jessica gave him a well-trained, half-smile.

Julian stopped dead in his tracks, his hand in the drawer. He cocked his eye-brow, giving her a look. “Oh?!”

“I… kinda spontaneously decided doing this, so…”

“You don’t have the license!” Julian finished, catching on quickly with a dramatic sigh.

“I have one!” Jessica smiled flirtatiously, “Safely back at home!”

Julian gave her a look. His hand came out of the drawer, empty, and he shut it before leaning back in his pompous office chair, rubbing his chin. “That is a problem indeed. We need those licenses for insurance purposes…”

Jessica put a bit more effort in her smile and leaned forward again, using her upper arms to push her breasts together. “Surely there are ways to work around this?!” she inquired, “I am sure that for an additional sum you could…”

“Look around, Miss Alba!” Julian said with a faux-sympathetic smile. He leaned forward and folded his hands on his desk. “Money is not a problem. We are well in business and a couple of thousands extra won’t change anything around here. What might be a huge problem would be if there was something to happen. Surely you are a great driver and I am almost certain that you can handle yourself, but IF… IF you should get into some sort of trouble and it were to come out that I gave you a preferential treatment… well, I’d be… fucked! Then a few K’s more won’t make up for that…”

Jessica took a deep breath, her wide smile unfaltering as she thought about what Julian said. It wasn’t lost on her that he had not categorically shut her attempts down, he just had told her that money was not the decisive argument here. Of course it wasn’t . She didn’t desire this, but she had calculated that it might come to this.

“Do you have… an alternative offer?!” she asked, cocking an eyebrow and allowing her voice to take a huskier turn. She had decided that she wanted a car and was used to getting what she desired, one way or another.

Julian caught on immediately. His face changed, from his false compassion to a wide, shark-like grin. He leaned back into his chair and gave her a long look. “Well… if you really want that car…”

“I am not going to fuck you!” she interrupted him firmly. All pretenses were dropped now. She was in the mood for sex and was willing to make a deal, but she wouldn’t fuck this guy. She didn’t feel that naughty.

The smile disappeared from Julian’s face, replaced by an expression of disappointment. He rubbed his chin. “I’m sorry to say, Miss Alba, it seems like we won’t be able to come to a conclusion…”

“Not gonna fuck you!” she repeated before lifting a finger to stop Julian as he opened his mouth, “I want what you have, but we both know that these aren’t the only luxury cars in Amsterdam. I could just walk into one of the better parts of town and get some dude there to rent me his. Surely, if I’d offer to fuck for a car I could get it there too and get myself a real stud at the same time!” She grinned. “No offense!”

“But: I also know that all this is way easier and way safer than just hitting up a random dude, so you got that going for you! And I acknowledge that me not carrying my license brings certain risks for you, so I am willing to compromise…”

The smile came back to Julian as he pondered her words. He reached down, back into the drawer and produced a remote. When he pressed a button, Jessica heard the office door locks click. He pressed a second button and the windows blinds whirred shut, leaving the two of them safe from anyone outside. With a greedy look in his eyes he leered at her as he dropped the remote back.

“Well,” he said after a few moments, “What do you offer then?”