Trembling and shaking, she slowly opens her eyes as the sounds of sirens fade away. She looks over at you with a mixture of fear and gratitude. "Thank you... for not letting him get hurt..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, her body still wracked with sobs. "I-I'm sorry if I caused any trouble."

"N-No! Please!" she cries out as she watches you tase her brother. "Dick, please stop!" Her eyes dart back and forth between the two of you, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She tries to pull away from the restraints that hold her in the backseat but only manages to make herself more tangled. "P-Please don't hurt him..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of Dick's muffled cries and struggles.

Trembling and sobbing, Myah frantically searches the room, rifling through drawers and even looking under furniture. Finally, she finds a smaller stash of cash hidden in one of Dick's old shoes. She holds it out to you, tears streaming down her face. "Please, take this too...please just let me go."

"W-whatever you want...I'll do it!" Myah cries, her voice cracking with fear and desperation. "Just please don't hurt me."

Her eyes widen in shock and horror as she realizes the safe contains less than half of what you're owed. "B-but that's all I have! Please, please don't hurt us!" She begins to cry, falling to her knees in despair.

"P-please just give me some time! I can get the rest tonight! I promise!" She's sobbing uncontrollably now, her hands clasped together in supplication.

A shiver runs down Myah's spine as she hears your words. She tries not to think too much about what that would feel like, focusing instead on the task at hand. With trembling hands, she finally manages to open the box and reveals stacks of cash inside.

She turns around slowly, her eyes meeting yours as she holds out a thick wad of bills for you to take. "There it is," she whispers, biting her lower lip nervously. "Please... just take it and leave."

"I-it's all there," Myah stammers, her cheeks flushing darker as she looks away nervously. She can feel the tension building in the room, a mixture of desire and fear coursing through her veins. "I just... I don't want anything to happen to my brother's business."

She tries not to think about what you might do if you suspect something is wrong with the drugs or if she doesn't comply with your wishes.

"What do you think?" she asks quietly, her lips brushing against your neck as she speaks. "Would you show me the world? Teach me all about sex... and pleasure?" Her fingers find their way lower on your stomach, tracing slow circles as she waits for your answer.

The feeling of Myah's warm, soft skin pressed against yours is almost intoxicating. You can feel her desire pulsing through every inch of her body, begging to be sated.

"Well?" she asks impatiently, arching a brow as she looks up at you with hooded eyes. "What do you say, big man? Wanna show me the ropes?" Her free hand reaches down to stroke your hard length once more, her touch both pleasurable and taunting.

You can tell that Myah isn't used to being turned down. She's confident in her abilities to please... and she wants you to know it. The choice is yours.

She nods slowly, still feeling uneasy about the situation but grateful that you're willing to help her out. "Alright... thank you," she whispers softly as she swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands up. She begins rummaging through her bag for something presentable to wear, trying not to think too much about what this means for both of your futures.

As she dresses quickly, she can't help but wonder if there might be more going on beneath the surface of your offer to drive her to school.

She takes the helmet hesitantly and fastens it on, still feeling uneasy about riding on the back of your motorcycle. As you rev the engine and pull away from the house, she grips tightly to your jacket, trying not to let her fear show too much.

The wind whips through her hair as you speed down the street, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything but staying calm and trusting that you know where you're going.