Sharon entered her address into the navigation system and watched it load. Loud rap music filled the car as he turned it on. Marcus muttered something under his breath and turned down the stereo. The ride back home was rather uneventful, with the two making small chat about what they do, filled with awkward silences. They reached the front of her house and Sharon opened the door. As she turned to step out, Marcus' phone rang.

"Hold on, it's Dre." Marcus informed.

"Hey Dre. Yeah? How much? Shit, hold on, let me get the phone over to her. Sharon, you might want to talk to him."

Sharon took the phone. "Hello?"

"You da owner of dis sweet ride?" A voice answered.

"Uh... Yes, it's my husband's." She replied.

"So... Good news is we can fix yo ride. The bad news is... Well shit, it's not good news but this shit we need to order... It's mad expensive." He explained. "We're talkin' a couple hundred."

Sharon let out a sigh of relief. "A couple hundred dollars?"

There was a brief pause followed by a chuckle. "Is you serious? This is a couple thousand we talkin' about. And that's with me giving you some deep discounts on account of Marcus. Then... you have to add damages done to his car and well... I'd say we're lookin' at a quarter million? Something around there." Dre replied.

Sharon's heart sank as she sat there, silence filling the air. Marcus turned to check on her and saw the fear in her face.

"You can shop around, we can tow yo car around for free but yeah, that's the damage." Dre continued.

Sharon nodded silently and handed the phone back to Marcus. Marcus took the phone with a puzzled look on his face.

"What's the damage?" He asked.

There was a brief pause as Dre explained the situation to him. "Yeah, uh huh. And that's with direct from wholesaler prices? And how much you paying yourselves for labor? Yeah? Really? That's mighty kind of you. Hey, I'll get back to you in a couple of minutes." Marcus said.

He hung up and looked at Sharon. He gave a smile and put his phone away.

"Guessing you don't have that kind of cash lying around? You should call your husband, get it out into the open." He suggested.

"I don't think we have that kind of money, period. And if he learns that I was joyriding in his beloved coupe, I don't know what'll happen!" Sharon replied, panicked.

"Hey, I can handle the finances if you want to strike a deal. You won't like it, but it'll get you out of this sticky situation." Marcus said.

"I'm listening."

"I'll have my people draft up a contract but basically, you'll be working for me." Marcus said.

"But I have a part time job." Sharon replied.

"This job is definitely flexible when it comes to hours. We're adults here, so I'll be simple and blunt. This will be a sex contract. For every time you make me cum, your debt goes down by a hundred. Doesn't matter how you do it, but I expect you to take count. I guess I'll just audit it once a while." Marcus explained.

Sharon gasped in shock at the idea. She wondered if she had suffered a concussion and was imagining this whole conversation. There was a moment of silence as the two stared at one another, Sharon's mind blaring at the insanity of the situation.