She opens the door

"Okay, okay let me get a towel on." In her haste to get the money, Darlene didn't mind that she didn't have any actual clothes to put on and just wrapped a towel around her torso. It wasn't wide enough to offer much coverage, barely able to cover her nipples and substantial derriere at the same time, however she didn't mind. Maybe teasing Brad would get her a better deal on repaying the loan, she thought. She put a hand on the door and took a breath to brace herself before unlocking and opening it to Brad's leering gaze.

At the very least, he maintained a somewhat respectful distance a few feet away her as she stepped out. "So..." Darlene said, somewhat hesitantly, "what is this about a loan?"

Brad grinned and popped open his wallet, flashing the hundred dollar bills he had withdrawn to pay back Howard. It seemed like Darlene was none the wiser so far.

"Wow, that is so generous, thank you Brad!" As she reached out to take the money Brad pulled it back with sly grin.

"Now hold up, doll," Darlene rolled her eyes. "I think we need to discuss the terms of the loan. I was thinking twenty percent interest."

"Oh Brad, don't be silly!" Darlene gave a cute sigh. "You know us, we're all friends here, and we'll pay you back, you don't need to go charging an arm and a leg for a little loan like this!" She pretended to adjust her towel, pressing her breasts together and pulling it just a little bit lower in the process. It seemed to work as Brad's eyes focused on her well-endowed chest.

With his own sigh and a shrug Brad seemed to relent. "Well I tell you what, I could drop it down to ten, but I'd need something from you."

"What?" Darlene asked, wondering what he could want and hoping it wasn't too degrading.

"I need you to come to a club with me to meet a client. I think your good looks will distract him enough to let me secure a contract in my favor." He grinned as he ogled her without any shame.

"Well...okay, I guess a night at the club is a small enough price to pay." Darlene agreed, **** to go out with someone as skeevy as Brad, but eager for a couple thousand dollar payday.

"Just one thing..." Brad added, and dirty look crossing his face. "I'm going to need you to drop the towel. If I'm taking you, I need to know you look good under that towel. Non-negotiable."

Darlene balked at the suggestion and just stood there staring at the pervert for a few moments before making up her mind.