Leave the store

"You look tired," you say, and she certainly does, hanging limply from the bar. You gently hold her up and untie her wrists. Once her wrists are free, she sits down on a couch, and rubs them for a bit. "Say," she says, after thinking for a moment, "would you like to take a dip? That is, do you like swimming?" You nod, but are unsure of where this is going. "Well," she says, "I've got a swimming pool back at my place. Would you like to come use it?" Looking at her, still wearing her skimpy negligee, breasts and pussy exposed to you, there is no way in the world you could or would say no. She smiles, and say "excellent. My name is Tracy, by the way." She holds out her hand, and you shake it. You straighten out your clothing, as you watch Tracy put some new clothes on. She walks over to a s ink in the room, and wipes off any visible streaks of dried cum, mostly around her neck. You follow her out of the dressing room. She pays for the clothes she's decided to purchase, and you follow her outside.
Immediately outside the door is a man dressed in shirt and tie, who, upon seeing Tracy, scampers off to get her car. He drives up presently, and you see that you are about to take a ride in a very nice towncar, chauffeured by the man you just saw run off.