He wants you to become a prostitute.

The man looks at you and smiles wide. “Please, we should get acquainted before proceeding with business. My name is Frederick Washer; and what was your last name Emma?” He asks holding out his hand to shake.

You take his hand and shake it, but look blankly for a moment. You can't seem to think of any other name so you just continue the lie. “Um, Stone.” You answer.

“Haha, and the resemblance is uncanny. I understand you wish to keep your identity private, most women in your position do. However that name is a bit on the nose, you look remarkably like her. How about... Jewel instead? Emma Jewel.”

You nod, it doesn't really matter to you, you just want the reward, and you're hoping he will pay it. “Right that's fine, so again, what am I doing exactly?”

“Right to business, I like that! Well Emma, you are going to be an escort for me. Men will pay a high price for some as voluptuous and... well eager as you. And although I am sure you are much older, you have the figure and face of an 18 year old.”

“So, a prostitute?”

“If you need it spelled out plainly, yes.”

You are uneasy by the prospect at first, but your lust overcomes you yet again. You did after all just fully enjoy being savaged by a group of men, what could be worse?

“Alright, as long as I get cum.”

“Hahah! You really do enjoy it don't you! Well if you're so eager, I actually have a client lined up now, if you want.”

“Yes, please.”

Mr. Washer smiles his sly way, and stands up.