No, he's done for the day

Duke chooses not to progress further beyond the make out session in the shower, to Audrey's hidden disappointment. After drying off, he gets her her underwear and some unisex sweats. "These should fit, Audrey," he says as he throws them at her. He adds, "Let's go for a ride. I'll buy you a new dress, and we can discuss the terms of our arrangement."

Audrey opens her mouth to argue. She closes her mouth in resignation, realizing it was useless. He had all the power here. Unless she wanted to die or get her life utterly ruined, she shouldn't run her mouth. Audrey mutters, "Yeah, sure."

The drive to the clothing store is uneventful, and Duke picks out a dress that was near identical to her destroyed one but a dark navy blue. At the checkout, Audrey notices that the young and busty Hispanic cashier pretends to have the dress discounted down to $20. On the way out she asks, a bit jealously, "That dress was expensive, how do you know that cashier?"

Duke laughs, "Never met that chick. Though I'm sure the store owner has warned her about me. Remember how I told you I've disposed of bodies before? Let's just say I work off-the-books for a group of people who have a lot of connections and may unofficially hold some of the city's businesses by the balls." A chill ran down her spine as Audrey realizes that Duke was not just a white collar ****/killer but possibly a mobster or at least connected to mobsters. More of Audrey's already-weakened resolve dissipated at this fact.

When they begin driving again, "Listen up, Audrey. We're gonna continue this 'thing' we're having, like it or not. You remember the consequences if you piss me off, don't you?" She nods meekly. Duke continues, "But you're definitely my type of slut, so I'll give you some positives. First, I'll try not to bother you when you got too much schoolwork. I'll even help with some of the stuff, I may not look it, but I did get a decent education. University of Alaska Fairbanks, bachelor in chemistry, for your information. When I rummaged through your backpack, I noticed you aren't doing so well in one of your classes. Second, I'll pay you $400 at the end of any day you spend time with me. There are also other avenues we can explore to get you some more money, if you catch my drift. Finally, if you get pregnant, I'll ensure our lovechild gets properly taken care of. As I said, wouldn't mind seeing you balloon up with my kid. No condoms, ever. You can go on the pill if you want."

Audrey processes the information he's given her. Glumly, she notes there wasn't a choice. "Okay. Just take me home, please." Duke smiles and nods.