Jessica is primed and ready

You respond to Bruce.

He texts you his address. You think that's odd but let him know that Jessica is on her way.

"Hey, Jessica, ready to go?"

She staggers out of the kitchen chugging another beer. The cigar is no where in sight.

"The name's Jessi, asshole. Cut that Jessica shit. None of that high and might crap for me. Let's go and make some money and fuck this sexy son of a bitch. Getting paid to fuck. I'm such a whore." She shivers with delight.

You get her in the car and drive to the address. Jessica babbles on non-stop about the Kardashians and what she thinks was on Jerry Springer. You ignore her empty-headed babbling and focus on the road. It's difficult because she constantly adjusting her tits underneath her halter top.

The GPS guides you to a truck stop. You pull into the parking lot section for cars. You blink your lights and you see a truck door open and the burly, bearded, bald man step out. You recognize Bruce.

Jessica opens the door and peeks out. She sees Bruce and waves. He starts to walk over.

You give her last minute instructions.

"You will remember every thing that happens after you leave the car. You will tell me everything. Remember everything. No matter what."

Bruce grabs Jessica by the arm and yanks her out of the car.

"Come on, bitch. Let's get this party started!"