Claudia shuddered, but he was right. That was what she had come prepared to offer. She might as well, it was only a fuck.

"W-whatever you say," she said, "but I must keep that car, I really must."

"Well, come on then," he said and his presence rippled over Claudia until she was weak at the knees. "We'll do it once and I'll decide what you're worth. Then you can pay off the whole car or just some installments."

"All right," Claudia said grudgingly. She got up and reached for the zipper to her skin. She slid it down and got ready to drop it to the floor. "Christ," he said and his voice mocked her.

"You're as sexy as a wet mound of jello. Come here and put that back on." He leaned against his desk. "No time for that anyway," he said, as Claudia pulled her dress back up. "Come here!"

In a horrible dream Claudia walked up to him. He towered over her, both in stature and in the calm self-confidence he exuded.

"Kneel!" he ordered.

Oh God, Claudia thought. Suddenly she knew what he wanted. She knelt, her face inches from his crotch.

"Now open my pants and suck me off," he commanded.

That did it. Claudia had refused to do that with any of the men who fucked her. She would never take a man's cock in her mouth, never, it was disgusting. She leapt back to her feet.

"No, no!" she screamed. "I won't, I won't!" She stood trembling.

"I see," he said, and there was a nasty note in his voice. "Sit down!" He walked back around his desk. "We have a problem." He leaned back in his chair, lighting a long thin cigar. "You want the car, but you can't pay for it."

"I-I don't know," Claudia muttered.

"There may be a solution," Tom said. He let that sink in until the sobbing woman had quieted and sat looking at him. "I have weekend parties. Small groups, business entertaining, that sort of thing. I need help for them, serving, dishes and other things. We might cut a deal on that. If you're interested."