The local bar

You left the campus and made your way into town. Your first went to an office supply store and printed out some business cards. You used one of your aliases and the number of your second cell phone. Now all that’s left is to convince someone to help.

You made it to one of the local bars, not to many people are here at this time but you spot someone at the bar who looks sad and down on his luck. Perfect.

You walk over to him and sit right next to him. “Hey there friend, are you ok?”

He looks over at you before taking a sip of his drink. “Not great.” He says with a sigh. “I can’t seem to find a job.”

You look to make sure the bartender can’t hear your conversation. “You want to make a quick $300?”

The man’s face lights up. “Really?”

You nod. “Yes.” You bring up a picture Ami on your phone. “This Asian girl is going to be by the art supply store in an hour, I want you to ask her for oral sex.”

“She looks kinda young.” He said suspiously. “Is she over 18?”

“Don’t worry, she is, and she has one hell of a tight pussy.” You said with a smirk.

“Ok, but what if she says no?”

“Just tell her you’ll give her $100.” You reach into your wallet and pullout $400 and one of your freshly printed cards. “Then, give her that card and tell her if she wants more money to text that number.”

He looked down at the card. It’s reads, ‘Jackson Anderson’ along with your second phone number. “So all I have to do is fuck some Asian jail bait and give her this card?”

You nod. “Do we have a deal?” You reach out your hand.

He thinks it over for a bit before grabbing your hand and shaking it. “Deal.”