Samantha

You think about it for a few minutes. “Call me Samantha.”

“Cool, nice to meat you Sam.” He says and shakes your hand. “Around here if you want something, you have to give something. Nothing is free. So, while I was watching you sleep it occurred to me that I have to put my dick in your butt. So what do you want for it?”

“What do I want for it?” You echo him.

“Ya, I mean I was going to start while you were sleeping, but I figured I should see what kind of price was attached.”

“I'm not just some whore.”

“A course not, who said that?” He says, “I just aim to put it in your butt. So what do you want ?”

“What if I say no?”

“Why would you say no?” He asks.

“Maybe I don't want your dick in my butt.”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” You repeat.

“Ya, exactly. Fine if you need an offer, how about a my revolver, fully loaded?” He pulls out a little black revolver with dark wood grips.

“Oh, I suppose I could use that.” You say.

“So a deal then?”