Get in his car

The businessman, whose name you realize you still don't know, gets into the driver's seat and pats the passenger's. You swing into the car and settle in, admiring the fancy car. You've never been in a car this expensive before.

The businessman pulls the seat back and pats himself down. "So are we going to beat around the bush, or...?"

You didn't expect him to get right to the point, but hey, you need to finish your shift as soon as possible and you want to get Junior his money as soon as possible.

"I need five hundred bucks," you say.

The man in the suit laughs. "I didn't think you were flirting out of the goodness of your heart," he says. "Alright. I can do that. And if I give you that five hundred dollars, what do I get out of it?"

Just hearing that question makes you realize what exactly you're doing. I mean, this is basically prostitution, isn't it? Well, maybe more accurately it's just doing what you have to to deal with Junior's extortion. Either way, it's a little strange. You never thought that you would be in this position.

"Anything you like," you whisper in the man's ear, fluttering your eyelashes at him.