Look for a ride

I look around, surprised to be suddenly alone, and decide to see if I can't get out of here myself. I walk up to the road, looking both ways. I see several cars drive past, but none of them stop to help me out. After a few people drive by, a beaten-up old better stopped in front of me, ints window slowly going down, each moment slow and awkward. He stopped it halfway, and he says "Hello, slut. Let me guess, you're lost and in need of help?"

I lean over so I can get a better look inside. At least three other men are already sitting in the car, and all of them are looking directly at me, a rough passion in their eyes quite plain to me. I smile at them as best I could, giving them a wave before speaking up, "Yes, you could say that. I don't live near hear, and want to get back to work before I get into too much trouble. I'm sure I'll be able to come up with something too . . ."

He cuts me off with a wave, speaking up after a small laugh, "What a silly slut you are. Your job is where my cock meets your body, which you should be well aware of by now." He paused speaking then, and everyone in the car lets out a soft chuckle. I notice then one of them is distinctly female, though she is having at least as much fun at my expense as they are.

After a pause, he keeps speaking, "But we will give you a lift, though you're going to pay for the ride with more than money... You're going to please us for our trouble, slut. Unless you are just a lier, seeking to con us out of a free ride so you can bamboozle some rich drunk out of his pocket change, that is. So, slut, do you agree or not? We didn't exactly stop here to talk to you, I'll have you know.