Marc stood over Jasmine, so that she needed to strain to look up from the bed, or stare down the bulge in his underwear just in front of her.<br/><br/>"We're at a bit of an impasse with you. I don't need to keep you around indefinitely, but I'll be damned if I let you go without getting the money I owe. The way I see it, the faster you make yourself worth our trouble, the faster you're free. With me so far?"<br/><br/>He knelt a bit, so her was still higher than her but less extremely so. "Either we etch out some intangible value from you with your body for a few weeks, or months...or we do it in a matter of days. Doesn't that sound better?" He asked with hiss hand squeezing her cheeks to make her lips pucker.<br/><br/>"Best way to turn a profit will be to have the same kind of fun we're going to have with you anyway...but record it, and charge others for the privilege of watching online. The better you perform with us, the more people will pay, the faster we drop your pink ass back in town and never see us again."<br/><br/>He made her look him in the eyes. "So, not to bee cliche....but it's the easy way, or the other way. And if you think you know what the other way's like, you're<em>sorely</em>mistaken."