Suggest somewhere else

You know refusing Crassle outright would lead to some very revealing consequences for you. After all you've already done to keep those pictures out of the public eye. At the same time, you can't just blow the guy right in front of your house. If your parents woke up it would be almost as bad as the pictures getting out.

"Mr. Crassle I want to have fun with you," you lay your hand on his leg and speak in a sweet voice. "A lot of fun. If we get caught by my mom and dad the night is gonna be over real quick."

"You're turning me down?" Crassle says, looking more than a little pissed off.

"No," you say and lean closer to him, "I'm saying let's go somewhere else. Let's have some fun."

Crassle smiles and throws the car into drive. In a minute you're out of the neighborhood. He stops at a light and holds open your coat so he can marvel at your big, ripe breasts and hard nipples.

"I wouldn't mind heading downtown," he says. "Where the girls are. Pick one up. You and me and her head back to that motel. You game for that?"

You smile, but say nothing.

"Or we could go out to the woods maybe. You ever fucked out in the woods late at night? It's a little creepy, but it's hot too. Back to nature."

He gives your thigh a squeeze.

"Or we could just go straight to that motel," he says, leering at your exposed breast, "and get really freaky."

"I'll let you choose," he adds.