She barters, using her body as payment. Very steep payment.

"N-n-no, I... P-please let me...."

"Let you fuck me?" he said casually in her ear, and her eyes widened. "Hmm, maybe... I think your insult's worth about five fucks."

"Five!" she exclaimed.

"Six," he growled.

"Hey!"

"Seven."

"But..."

"Eight..."

Amanda's mouth opened to protest again.

"Nine," he snarled.

Amanda snapped her mouth shut, clenching her jaw as she finally caught on.

"You drive a hard bargain, bitch," Razor sniggered, smacking her bum and making her yelp.

"Ten it is," he laughed. "Now how much do you think you owe to pay for Jimmy's stuff?"

Amanda didn't dare hazard a guess, staying silent and pressed up against the wall.

"Hmm, how about twenty?" he said, as if he were asking.

Amanda couldn't help but exclaim, "Twenty!"

"You're right, that's not enough. Thirty."

"What? No!"

"No?" he growled, and what little was left in her bladder made its way down her leg. "How about forty, then?"

Amanda nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than to end this and get out of here.

"Okay, so fifty total."

Amanda couldn't help herself. "Fifty? You said forty..." she started, then realized her mistake and clamped her mouth shut.

"Sixty, huh? Sounds good to me."

Razor released Amanda and stepped back, looking around almost casually. Amanda stayed frozen against the wall for a long moment, finally daring to turn around, looking anywhere but at Razor.

"Uh-uh," he scolded, waving a finger at her. In a shot Amanda had whirled around again, face and body plastered against the wall.

"Alright, whore. Here's the deal. You belong to me until you pay me back. You'll wear slutty clothes. Skirts at all times along with high heels and lots of cleavage. No underwear. Now, your first assignment."