Leveraging her

"Anything?" you ask.

"Anything! Just make him let go of me!" Taylor begs you.

"Like what? What would you do?"

"I'll... I'll..." Taylor stutters.

"If you're going to say you'll have sex with me, that's something I can do now," you squeeze her breasts and hump her from behind to prove your point.

Taylor yelps and cries. "Please... Just tell me what you want... I'm well connected. I have friends everywhere."

You then realize that she does have a lot of friends. A lot of hot female friends, some of them way hotter than her.

"Friends! Yes. Are any members of your famous squad coming to the concert?"

Taylor doesn't answer, knowing that if she does, she'll put her friends on your radar. "What are you going to do if I tell you?" she asks.

"I might fuck them instead of you, if they're hotter. And you have to willingly help me. After all, I only need one release tonight."

"And you'll leave me alone?"

"Yes."

"And Andrew won't touch me?"

"Fine. But you can't fire him."

Taylor thinks about the terms and she nods, so you signal to Andrew to let her go. "Go back outside and forget about what just happened," you command the big guy, and he leaves.

Now free, Taylor looks to go to her wardrobe to get something to cover up herself, but you grab her wrist and hold on to it tight. "Not yet. Who do you have for me?"

Taylor uses her free hand to cover up her pussy, even though you've already seen everything by now. "Uh... Lena Dunham?"

You laugh, not bothering to dignify that with a worded response and Taylor knows it was a stupid suggestion.

"Lorde?"

You think about it for a second and shake your head. "Nope. Seriously, if there's nobody hotter, let's just do this." You pull Taylor closer to you and she squirms.

"No, no, no. Wait. How about Camila?" she asks.

"Who?"

"Camila Cabello. She's from Fifth Harmony."

"No idea who that is."

"Let me grab my phone, I'll show you," Taylor offers and you let go of her wrist. There's no danger of her getting away, as you follow her to the dresser where her phone is. She searches online and pulls up an image of her singer friend. Camila's cute, but still not hotter than the blonde in front of you.

"Pass," you grab Taylor and toss her onto the beanbag chair face up and you grab her legs and spread them apart.

"Okay! Okay!" Taylor screams when you crotch between her legs and she sees your erect cock inches away from her pussy. You grin, knowing that you're going to soon either fuck her, or she's going to offer up a friend that you can't resist.