You try to play nice.

Looking at his wad of cash and looking at your situation you can't resist saying, “How about I take you over there behind the bushes and suck you off for $100.” Then suck your finger for effect.

“I'd say that sounds good.” He puts the rest of the wad away and tucks $100 into his front jacket pocket. “I'll just keep this here till you are done.” He pats his pocket for emphasis, turns of the bike and hops off, setting his little helmet on the seat. As the two of you walk behind the bushes he clips the hook on his keys to his belt and as he does you notice he is packing a rather compact looking shiny pistol, but you can't tell exactly what kind it might be. “You sure I can't fuck that tight ass.” He asks as you get out of sight of the road and grabs your right ass cheek tight enough to hurt a bit.

“Sorry dude, I've got places to go. I don't think you have enough to afford me anyway.” As you finish saying this you see his pants are already undone and a 9” slab of already stiffening meat are hanging out of the wide open zipper, his belt tongue hanging right to the side of his cock.

He reaches out and grabs your hand a bit harder than you would have liked and yanks you forward, his other hand taking hold of your short blonde hair and forcing you to drop to a knee. “Suck it already.” he demands shoving it in your face.

“Easy.” You say and lick the length of it, reaching down to take hold of his shaft. He lets you lick and stroke him for a little while content to just stand there and enjoy himself but the second you open wide and take his head into your soft wet mouth he takes hold of your head, one hand under your chin the other on the top back of your head, and pushes forward hard till his stiff shaft plunges down your throat causing you to cough. He holds it till your eyes water, your body begins to spasm, and you are slapping against his thighs. Finally he lets go and due to the **** you were using to pull back you fall back on the ground on your sexy little butt. “Asshole.” You fire up at him after coughing for a couple of moments.

He smiles with a far more wicked grin than you would expect from such a hipster looking douche and says wickedly, “I'm sorry. I think I am going to have to fuck you after all. Oh, and I don't pay for whores.” He finishes by leaping on you and yanking up your skirt, his hand roughly finding your tender little slit.

“Doesn't anyone just fuck nicely around here?” You hiss at him as he simply yanks off your panties, destroying them.

“I do what I want here. Bitch.” He says and leans in to take your mouth with his. For the tiniest of moments a little tiny piece of you almost lets it happen, almost gives in to him and takes his cock inside of you. Sadly for him the adrenaline fueled, just got screwed out of everything part kicks in and you ignite your reflex boost. As you do he is using his knee to spread your legs and is in just the right spot for an upward thrust of your knee, with far more power than either of you were expecting really, catches him square in the cock. The impact lifts him a full foot off the ground and before he falls back down you have rolled to the left and out from under him. He doesn't instantly go out and reaches out and grabs hold of your ankle, yelling, “Cunt! I'll kill you for that!”

“Like hell you will. A piece of shit like you never stood a fucking chance against me.” Every last syllable of what you say is punctuated by a sharp blow. Several kicks, a couple of strikes, and finally just after saying, “Me.” You end him with a forward stepping side kick that is so extended you basically did the splits, one hand just brushing the ground for leverage, that hits him so hard in the stomach he instantly curls up in a ball on the ground retching twice before passing out in a little pool of his own sick.

Chest heaving with the effort and exhilaration of the quick but violent display of martial prowess you can't help but be shocked and happily amazed at just how well you kicked his ass. “Bitch.” You say down to him as you proceed to take all $4000 from him as well as his gun, which your computer picks up and links as soon as you have it in your hand, and the keys for his motorcycle. As you stride over and hop on the motorcycle your interface is telling you that the gun, for which you took 3 additional 9 round magazines is a little black polymer handled pistol with a shiny stainless steel slide .45 pistol. It doesn't give you a make or model of the gun but it does know it is loaded with tungsten carbide rounds, you aren't sure exactly what that means, but it sounds pretty bad ass, you decide as you tuck it into one of your pockets. The helm doesn't fit so you toss it in his general direction before firing the bike to life and heading out down the street. Now the only question is where are you going to go?