A car slams to a stop beside you as you run away

Running away from the motel and police isn't as easy as you thought it would be. Really, what more do you have to do than place one foot in front of the other and repeat quickly, right? Wrong. It seems that there's an awkwardness to a person's gait when they're handcuffed, a lack of balance you're constantly compensating for. And being naked means the faster you move the more your breasts bounce and sway. Sexy for someone watching, perhaps, but a pain for you. Then of course there's the cracks and pebbles, and watching out so you don't step on cracks or glass or bugs - ick.

You've barely left the parking lot and passed the alley behind the motel when a car pulls out, streaks past you, and then squeals to a stop before backing up.

Warily you crouch, half expecting to see one of the cops looking back at you, and wonder if maybe you should start running down the alley. Then the tinted window of what you recognize as a BMW starts rolling down, and you get a bad feeling about who you're going to see.

"Dan!" you snarl, spotting his leering face. To think you once thought he was good-looking!

"Hey babe, how's it shaking?" he asks, leers at your breasts and laughs, "Pretty well, by the looks of them."

Glaring you step up to the car. "Let me in!" you tell him.

"What's in it for me?" he asks, acting like he has all the time in the world. Maybe he does, the cops probably don't know his license or car.

"What...?" you sputter, and the bastard's leer becomes even bigger. Your mind works furiously, trying to think of something or someway you can trick him.

Dan laughs. "That's right, I've already had it all. Sucks to be you, I guess."

"I can tell them who you are if they catch me!" you shout as the car starts. A breath of relief escapes you as Dan slams on the brakes. "So, you gonna let me in?" you ask, leaning toward the window.