Leave her

"Thanks," you tell the driver as you get dressed, aware of his eyes staring at you in the rearview mirror.

Jane had laid down on her side and looked to be passed out from the exertion and ****, and you reach down and give her breasts a couple more squeezes. She groans, but doesn't look like she'll be waking up anytime soon.

"Hey, when do you get off?" you ask the driver.

"I was paid a flat rate for the night. I'm off whenever she's done for the night," the driver replied dryly.

"Okay, well, I'm going home from here. Do what you want with her."

The driver nods and you open the door, stepping out onto the curb. You're about to slam the door behind you when a hand reaches out to hold it open. It's the driver, who has gotten out from his seat. The body that belongs to the head you had been talking to is short and chubby, and he smiles at you as he climbs into the back of the limousine. The door slams shut and you walk away with your hands in your pockets, looking for a quiet place where you can teleport back to the mansion.