Collateral

"Maybe you can give them some collateral, so you eat the food then get your ID."

Isabella nearly shook with relief when the wind gave her a way out.

DC- 50

D100 +1 +5 (circumstantial bonus) = 77

Critical Success

“So? Blondie have some kind of money or ID?” Andy grabbed the sides of the tray, mere inches from her fingers.

“Co-collateral, sir!” Isabella stammered. He blinked twice in clear surprise. “I-I’ve only got the clothes on my back right now. My sweatshirt’s gotta be worth more than a plate of food?”

Narrowing his beady eyes, Andy loomed into Isabella’s personal space, as he looked her dead in the eyes. In what felt like an eternity, his lips slowly curled into a smug smile. Isabella couldn’t help but notice that he had a rather handsome jawline, hiding behind his straggly beard.

“Hmm. Alright. But I want your panties, Blondie. Only thing a hoodie small enough to fit you would do for me is keep my…” Andy beamed, letting his euphemism trail off.

Hardly believing herself, Isabella nodded and meekly said, “Let me run to the little girl’s room.”

As she flew out of the cafeteria, she heard Andy call out, “five minutes.”

Luckily, Isabella spotted the women’s restroom two doors down from the cafeteria, and it was empty. She found herself in the middle stall and with trembling hands, she started to take off her shoes, then her pants, and finally her panties. It was then, the shame hit.

Standing bottomless in the bathroom, Isabella thought of what her mother would say if she saw her now. Index finger wagging disapprovingly, her mom dressed in Sunday best shamed her. And she felt bad. Taking a moment to gather herself, she hooked the panties on the stall door and sat down.

“Hail Mary, full of grace… Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our ****,” Isabella prayed. Her calm had returned somewhat after the second iteration. Isabella breathed a little and reflected. She had already promised to give Andy her panties. A promise was a promise, after all. If she was going to be ashamed of anything, it would not be for lying, stealing, or breaking her word. And she couldn’t help but look at her panties. They were comfortable. White Boxer’s. At the moment, she really wanted to run and grab more aesthetically pleasing panties, like Victoria’s Secret or something. But Isabella knew she didn’t have anything other than boxers. So with an amen, she stood, dressed, and left. Panties clutched tightly in her hoodie pocket.

“So, you came back, did ya?” Andy winked at Isabella when she approached. He seemed less haggard, more sleeping giant than attack dog, in his behavior since Isabella fled.

“Yea.” Isabella kept her voice neutral, but she couldn’t help noticing Andy. How big his exposed biceps were, the sheen of sweat upon his brow, the way his eyes, less hard now but conspiratorial, seemed to twinkle. Gulping, she said, “So, do I just drop my panties on the table?”

Andy chuckled quietly, then steered them over to the checkout counter. “Probably not. Unless you want to be seen doing that?”

“No.”

When the duo reached Isabella’s food tray, Andy stepped through the divider partway. Palm outstretched, he looked at her with a questioning brow. Blushing from the tip of her nose, down to her pale neck, Isabella reached into her pocket and extracted the panties. Stiffly, she pushed them into his hand and whispered, “Pervert.”

Andy only grinned like a hyena before stuffing them into his apron. As Isabella turned to leave, he called out, “Go smoke a blunt, Blondie. It’ll help you keep that chill!”

Isabella deigned not to respond before looking for an open spot. In the time since she had left, the cafeteria had filtered a few more people in. There was the lovey couple in the corner, who seemed to have noticed her. A black man with a durag sat in the other corner, surrounded by twenty books. Two Asian girls had claimed a central table, chattering about something. And it looked like some sports team was heading in from the practice field across the way, too far away now to make out their jerseys.

Libido increased by +1