Be honest and tell her that's just an added bonus.
From Create Your Own Story
"I mean, if we're being honest here, it's a perk, but it's not the reason," you say, smiling a little. She rolls her eyes. "Seriously," you say. "I'm not one of the bad guys here. I just don't want you turning on me like this other girl I helped."
"Fine," she says, lifting the gun. "You try anything though, and I will shoot you. Understand?"
"Of course." You say.
"You first," she says.
Realizing there's not point in arguing, you nod, then reach down and peel your shirt up over your head. You kick off your shoes, then use your toes to peel off your socks as you unbuckle your belt and unfasten your pants. Once their undone, you drop them to the floor and step out of them. Reaching to the waist band of your boxers, you slide them down your legs, kick them off, then step to the side, hands on your hips. You immediately notice that Cecelia is doing everything she can not to look directly at your crotch.
She picks up her flashlight, clicks it on, and comes over. You hold out your arms as she leans in and shines the light across your chest, your stomach, down both your arms, up under your chin, and across your forehead. She steps around you and runs her fingers through your hair, feeling for any sort of wound hidden in your scalp. You watch your shadow dance on the wall as she shines the light down your back, over your ass, and down your legs to your feet.
"Bend over," she says.
"What?" You ask, caught a little off guard.
"Bend over motherfucker, I ain't taking any chances. If we're doing this, we're doing this."
You nod, take a deep breath, and lean forward, feeling a little awkward as she shines the light up your under carriage. "Turn around," she says. You stand and turn on your heels, and she shines the light right on your dick. "Lift it up," she says. You do as she says, taking hold of your cock and lifting it to expose the underside. "Drop it," she says. You again do as your told. "Now don't get any fucking ideas," she says. "I warned you." You nod, and she reaches up with her fingers and presses them into your pubic hair, down to the skin beneath to feel for any sort of lesions or wounds.
"You're clean," she says, standing upright, offering over the flashlight.
