Nope, Paul still wants her to do the favor

"Damn that was great," Paul said. Amanda quirked her lips in a smile, but was looking around for any of the usual things she could spit in. A kleenex, a plant, someone's drink...

"Like I said, I need you to talk to John, convince him to pay the money he owes me."

"But..." Amanda started to speak, but having forgotten she had a mouth of cum she choked, causing some to dribble out her lips and down her chin, some to go into her lungs, and the rest to go down her throat.

"Here's his address. It's a studio not far from here so you can walk. I've written down how much he owes. He's been putting off paying me for way too long now. Now go get him, sexy," he said, pushing her toward the door as she coughed. "Oh, and thanks for the blowjob."

Amanda stumbled out the door, her **** nearly under control by the time she reached the sidewalk where she paced back in forth. How dare he ask her to do something for him! How dare he not give her the money! How dare he not accept a blowjob from her - Amanda! - in exchange for money.

Still fuming she turned and stalked down the street, stopping once to see if she was stalking in the right direction. At last she found herself outside a building that had the right address on it, and contemplated her next move.