So Claudia had picked up a man within a half-hour of walking into any of the bars. She had laid nearly fifty men in those two months and her indifference to sex had grown with each encounter. After a while that had turned to disgust and hatred of herself for doing anything so cheap. But still she went back, hoping that it might be all right. It wasn't. It never was. Claudia didn't know why she found sex so appalling, but the last Friday night she had really freaked out and thrown some poor man out of her apartment, only just allowing him time to collect his clothes. He had had to put them on in the hall to her apartment.

So she was here; broke, and horrified at her entire life.

"Well," Tom said, turning from the window, "what are we going to do about it?"

He flicked a handle and the venetian blind dropped down, cutting them off from the men on the shop floor.

Claudia knew what he was hinting. She had even dressed for that, in a short skirt and a blouse cut almost to the tops of her tits. She looked up at the powerful man standing over her arid shuddered. Suddenly she couldn't do it. All she had to do was fuck him. That would pay for this month's installment on the car. Why not? She had fucked enough in the last month.

"I-I must keep that car," she sobbed, "I need it for work."

"You're a beautiful enough girl," said Tom slowly, "you can think of something."

His hand strayed out and he ran his finger inside the top of her blouse, drawing it slightly away from her tits. Claudia shuddered. She was sure he could see the top of her tiny uplift bra. "What do you think you're worth to me?"

"I-I don't know," Claudia sobbed, burying her face in her hands again.

"Now come on," he said and there was a steel note in his voice. "That's what you came prepared to offer, so why fuck around now?"

His finger moved back across the top of her blouse, teasing her.