Trying offering money that you don't have!

My own conscience is telling me to lie?! Of course, given the alternative, I suppose it’s not that bad of an idea.

“Money!” I grunt out. Everybody likes money, right? Geeze, he’s heavy. I think he’s trying to put even more weight on my back. “I’ll get you all the money I have!” Shut-up! So what if I’m broke? I just need him to let me up. After that, I’ll be gone in a flash! Ha! What an idiot!

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” he hisses in my ear suddenly.

Uh oh. “Uh…” I squeak out as I search for something more clever to say. Ouch! He’s got my hair! Ow, ow, ow! He’s pulling my head back with my own hair. I can barely move now!

“So!” He’s practically yelling down into my upturned face. “Either you were lying about being broke earlier. Or you’re lying about having money now. Either way, you’re a lying whore. Just like SHE used to be.”

Why is he pointing at the other girls ID? And what does he mean, ‘used to be’?!

“It took many, many, “ he chuckles for a moment as he remembers, “MANY sessions, but I eventually freed her from her sinful ways.” Omigod! This can’t be happening! All I wanted was some stinking food for dinner and now I’ve got some nut who wants to ‘free’ me?! “No,” I grunt out through gritted teeth; he’s still got my hair held so tight I can barely move, “I just forgot, that’s all. If you’ll just let me get my purse from… from my Dad’s car, where he waiting for me right now!”

I hold my breath as I wait for him to say something… anything, to my newest offer. Please be as stupid as I hope you are!

Ewww!!! He’s licking me. He’s licking me! I feel his wet, slimy tongue start at the bottom of my cheek and drag slowly up my face. Oh, so gross. I’m gonna hurl if I ever get out of this!

“Mmm...” he says. He’s practically purring the words in my ear. “You are so tasty. I bet the rest of you tastes even better.”

Not the response I wanted. Whew, but he finally let my hair go. “I… I don’t know,” I gasp out. I mean, really, what else do you say to something like that?

“I will,” he says simply. What’s he doing now? He’s rubbing my back?! No! He’s unfastening my bra! Oh, god! Quick conscience, lying didn’t work! What do I do now?!