She wants you to play naughty lifeguard

Anne sits on the loading dock and gives you a crooked smile. "Well, well, well. Now what would you do for me?" she asks. She narrows her eyes, thinking. "You're a lifeguard, now. Rescue me from the pool and get naughty with me while you're doing the rescue breathing." She licks her lips. "Let me sit on your face while I thank you with a good suck. Then give me a good pounding. Looks like you're good for it." She gives you a gentle pat on the front of your shorts, which are straining a bit out of shape. "Meet me before lock-up."

You nod. "I'll do that," you say.

"Now be good, Joe," she says. "Don't lift any more drinks machines or put out your back rescuing some baby whale in a bathing suit."

"Shift's over," you say. "I should be safe." With the faint throb of the bruise on your chest, you're not looking for any extra work.

She musses with the top of your hair. "What a lovely little bastard you are," she says. "And all mine tonight."

You nod. "All yours, Ms. Campion."

"And not a word to anyone."

You put a finger to your lips and nod.

Anne lets you leave the loading dock first while she starts another cigarette.