Obey the orders

Jessica froze. Her shapely legs and hips still exposed to his gaze.
"Now Lassie, you didn't think those were free. In my day, a half dressed woman knocks on your door at night, she's looking for business in the oldest profession." the old man lectured her as he rotated his wheelchair to face her. Gun in hand, but resting untrained on anything on the arm of the chair. His other hand on his cock.
"So... how do you plan on paying me?" the man asked, gesturing at his upright member. "That jacket is a genuine hunter's jacket, not cheap."

"I uh..." Jessica stammered, weariness and panic clouding her thoughts.
"Out with it woman!" pressured the old soldier.

Swallowing once, Jessica said what the old man wanted to hear. "With... my body?"

The man smiled, his teeth looked too wide and yellow. "I accept your offer. Now, take off that jacket, you haven't paid for it yet.