ICE Protest in Los Angeles

"Shit shit shit..." Olivia cursed to herself as she rushed through the suburban neighborhood to get away from the ICE agents chasing behind. This wasn't the first time she had been pursued like this, but this time, things were much different. Before, she was running from local police officers for shoplifting at the mall or trespassing on private property. Those were minor crimes that wouldn't result in any severe consequences, maybe a fine and some community service to show that she had learned her lesson. This time was a whole other story, however. This time, she could get deported back to Mexico if caught.

"Fuck..." the Latina huffed as she slipped into the side yard of a nearby house. "Why did I go to that damn protest--"

"What are you doing on my property?" a stern male voice questioned from behind the girl.

Olivia whipped around to see who it was that had discovered her, finding a rather handsome, fit white man standing there. "Please help me... there are ICE agents trying to catch me... please... they will deport me if they find me..."

The man took a moment to consider her request, his piercing gaze studying her. He glanced up and down her petite figure. She looked like some Hispanic slut, with her bra-less breasts poking through her thin shirt and her ass cheeks hanging out of her short-shorts. "You are not a U.S. citizen, are you?"

"Uh... technically..." the Latina began to explain, only for the man to call her out.

"Don't lie to me," he interjected.

Olivia's face blushed in embarrassment as she shook her head to the man's question. "N-no..."

"I see." He paused before speaking again, "You need to get off my property."

Olivia was speechless. Her heart sank in her chest. She had not expected such a response. This would mean that she might not be able to avoid capture by the pursuing ICE agents, and would therefore likely be deported back to Mexico. "Wh-wha... what... please, sir... please... just for a little bit... they are right outside and-- and I will do anything... literally anything to repay you... anything..."

He raised a skeptical brow, a look that Olivia recognized as him beginning to come around to her request. "What do you mean by that?"

"Like..." Olivia hesitated before explaining further with her eyes looking down at the man's crotch and then glancing around nervously, "like... umm... anything anything..."