You're not okay with this

"I'm not a prostitute!", you say, holding your hands up in protest. You can't really physically **** Honey to stop the car without endangering the both of you, but you can certainly ensure she understands your objection.

"Of course not", says Honey hastily, still avoiding your gaze. "But you're a porn actress, and fans want to have sex with porn stars. It will be good experience for you, and I'll personally make sure you get paid".

You shake your head, simply not comfortable with the idea. "I... don't think I want to do this", you say. This certainly wasn't what you signed up for.

Honey takes a deep breath and exhales before easing down on the pedal. "It's... fine. I'll let the fan know we couldn't find anyone", she says, looking visibly disappointed for a moment. You almost get the idea that she's upset, but her expression quickly relaxes when she seems to realize you're still looking at her. "Do- eh... do you want me to drop you off anywhere?", she asks in a resigned voice.