It’s a sunny, Friday afternoon, Kim a Asian pharmacist is on her way home after an early afternoon of playing tennis with a friend. She turns onto a tree lined street in the exclusive Preston Hollow neighborhood. She’s changed out of her white tennis shirt and into a dark brown halter top, which shows off her slender shoulders and accentuates her little B-cup breasts. She still has on her white tennis skirt though, as she didn’t have time to change fully, since she’s in a rush to get to the cleaners. Her smooth slender-yet-shapely legs work the gas and brakes as she weaves her mini-van through traffic, trying to get to the doctor’s office before they close.

Kim figures she’d better call the cleaners to let them know she’s on her way, just in case…but as she fumbles for her cell, it slips out of her hand and onto the passenger side of the floor. “Oh, damn!” Kim swears with a shake of her head, but glances at the road in front of her: there’s cars to her left and right, but in front of her it’s clear. She quickly reaches down, keeping the wheel steady as her fingers snag the phone, but…BAM!! A sudden impact brings her car to a screeching halt as she reflexively slams on the brakes. Luckily no one slams into her from behind, but horns are honking everywhere as cars weave around hers, trying to avoid getting caught up in the accident. The impact wasn’t quite hard enough for her airbag to deploy, and her body shaking, Kim sits up to see what’s happened.

On the street crunched up in front of her car is a white BMW, its rear caved in almost completely. A silver-haired man is the only one in the car, and he’s rubbing his neck as he turns his head slowly from side to side. His airbag hasn’t deployed either. Kim realizes at once that the man must have changed lanes in the split second she had reached down to get her phone.

Kim checks cautiously for traffic, and all the cars are giving them a wide berth as they swerve around on either side. Kim does her best to stop herself from shaking, then carefully opens the door and steps out on to the shoulder of the road. She stays close to both cars, checking out her own as she passes it: the front hood appears to be almost completely undamaged, the grill taking the brunt of the impact. Kim nibbles nervously on her lower lip as she approaches the driver of the other car. “Sir–? Sir, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

I turn to look at Kim, an angered expression on my face. “Of course I’m not alright, you stupid bitch! You could’ve fucking killed me! Did you actually learn to drive, or did someone give you your license as a Christmas present?!” “I am so sorry,” Kim says again, close to tears at what she’s done and how much worse it could’ve been. “I wasn’t looking, I had dropped my phone, I–” “You dropped your phone!” I say in disbelief. “I could’ve been killed because you dropped your fucking phone? I should sue the life out of you! Your insurance better damn well cover this!”

Oh my gosh, Kim thinks, wondering what he’s going to say when she tells him her insurance policy lapsed just the day before because she forgot to renew it. Not only that, but she had just spent a couple thousand dollars adding some improvements and repairs to her house. They don’t have the money to fix his car, at least not right now–!

Kim watches the traffic going by , unaware that I have started taking an interest in her, looking her up and down, I calmly eye her. Her shapely legs, her tight little ass, looking so fuckable under her tennis mini, her small waist, her pert little breasts, her sleek shoulders and small, thin lips…all are very enticing. As she turns to me, I let off a disarming smile, which causes Kim to share her beautiful smile in turn. The man–tall, well-built and youthful in appearance in spite of his silver hair, offers his hand. “Obviously, we got off on the wrong foot. I’m John.”

“Kim,” she says as she accepts the handshake. “I’m really, really sorry about this. I had dropped my phone, and it was so stupid that I just wasn’t looking when I reached for it–” “It’s okay, it’s okay,” I say, waving her off. “Look, why don’t we exchange insurance info, and that’ll sort everything out.” “I…I can’t, I’m sorry,” Kim says, and then goes into detail about the lapse on her policy and the money she and her husband just spent fixing up the house. I appear at first to be getting upset as Kim explains, but then calms down as I take another look at her breasts, looking so tantalizingly ready to be touched.

“Look, do you have any idea how much my car cost me? You can see what the logo is, you know what price ranges those go for. Why should I spend the money to get it fixed and have my premiums go up?” “I know, I know,” Kim says, on the verge of tears. “I promise, my husband and I will make it up to you, just give us a chance–” “No,” I say sternly, shaking my head. “I want my money now.” “I don’t have it!” “Well then, you gotta do a make-good.”

Kim looks at me, puzzled. “A what? What’s that?” I exhale impatiently. “When networks make promises in advertising to sponsors that they’ll put in certain numbers for their tv shows, and those tv shows don’t do as well as projected, sponsors don’t get as many customers checking out their product on tv as they were promised. Stations have to do a make-good, where they pay the sponsors X number of dollars to make up for the lack of viewers. That’s what we’ve got here: there’s no reason why I should have to pay to get my car fixed, when it’s your fault your insurance lapsed. So I think you have to do a make-good.”

Kim considers what I said, but she’s still confused. “I don’t…what do you want me to do…?” I lick my lips and smile lasciviously at Kim. “You’ve got some nice lips. I love the feel of Asian lips wrapped around my cock.” Kim’s eyes widen in shock. “Oh, no. No, no, no…”

“Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes,” I say with a chuckle.