Shop tips.... and "favour" tips

He smile became more smug “Nothing much, really. When you help around in the shop, if you sell something I might give you a tip. Also... remember those favours I talked about yesterday?”

If the first part seemed reasonable, then the second confirmed her suspicions about any foul intentions he might have.

Even under the effects of the ****, just remembering the “20$ a fuck” offer made her stand up, but before she could walk away he hurriedly stopped her “Wait, li'l lady, wait! Let me finish!”

Despite his words she would have walked away immediately, but maybe because of the ****, maybe because of the little pity she felt before, or maybe for both, her feet stalled, letting her remain standing here, looking at him.

“Don't be in such a hurry. Remember? If I don't hire you, it's either the deputy's badge or the Red Valley. If you wanted to work in such a place you wouldn't be here, would you?”

His smile is more and more smug, yet his words resound reasonable enough for the tipsy Lisa to sit down again and wash down the irritation with yet another cup of brew.

“Before I offered you a favour for a service, namely a one-on-one exchange, but since the circumstance have changed, the offer has also changed. Unlike before, i'll get those favours whenever I want, when I feel like it i'll just have to ask you for it and you'll do it. However, to make it fair for you, I won't do anything you openly refuse. I'll repeat, if I ask for something and you refuse, then we'll negotiate about an alternative”

His words are more and more unreasonable, making Lisa want to just shoot him a new hole, but his following words take her aback. Sure, he's a lecherous old man, but could she have misunderstood him? Maybe he's just a pitiful and lonely old man searching for attention in the wrong way.

Such an idea springs in her mind, most likely born out of the **** she drank, pity she felt towards him as well as the sudden gap in his words, from the overbearing request to the sudden reasonable words. However it doesn't matter how it's born, only that such thought made her hesitate to refuse him immediately.

Pleased by her lack of negative reaction Usher presses his advantage “Letting you refuse is my sincerity, so it should be only right for you to not **** it such right. If you particularly please me I might even give you a commission”

Lisa was still hesitating, so he pushed once again “A man has his needs, and as the lady of the house you'll need to take care of them, shouldn't you?”

The “lady of the house” meaning passes by the tipsy Lisa, not sober enough to ponder about his underlying intentions, and now she pondered about accepting this position as “trophy wife”, “housemaid” and “personal bitch” all in one.