Keep trying to verbally persuade the musclehead
From Create Your Own Story
He mentioned money... maybe that is an easy solution although you don't have any on you. "I really don't think this is the right way to handle this" you say as you look at the musclehead's grip on your arm. "Can't you just look the other way? I'd be happy to give you a percentage of what I get in there... maybe 30%?"
"Fuck that" he snarls quickly. His grip does not loosen. "What I want is a piece of this $10,000 a night ass" he exclaims as he starts to grope at your buttocks through the thin fabric of the mini skirt. You shift uncomfortably in his grip trying to avoid his pawing as he continues. "You are probably the finest chick I've seen come through here in a while, and I've seen quite a few. Besides, we are alone back here and nobody would give a shit what happens to you... I could just take what I wanted right now and be done with it..." he chuckles and eyes your tits as he moves his hand to your thigh and starts to try to get under your skirt. Your heels scuffle on the concrete as you twist uncomfortably, trying to avoid his rough handling of your body.
The situation is not getting any better.
What's next?
Do you:
