Ask her to give you a blowjob.

You do feel sorry for the girl since you completely understand how someone can be **** to get the thousands of dollars needed to pay for just one semester at college. However, you still have a job to do.

"Look, I know what it's like trying to scrape up money for tuition. I hate to see a beautiful girl like you go to jail for trying to school but I can't risk losing my job," you tell her as you reach for the dressing room door.

"Please, Michael!" she begs, tugging at you. "I'll do anything but don't call the cops!"

You let go of the door handle. "Anything?"

"Anything!" she repeats as she continues to cry.

"How about a blowjob?" you blurt out, surprising yourself of what you just said.

She stares at you with her teary eyes. "Blowjob?"

"Well, you said anything."

"I... I dunno..." she mutters.

"Okay, I'll call the cops then," you threaten and grab her wrist again.

"No, wait!" she protests.

You pause and she bites her lower lip as she decides what to say.