"Oh crap!"
Rachel was being silly. The rest of us were watching her, I wasn't watching the road, and all of a sudden there was this car in front of me.
"Bump!"
I hadn't stopped quick enough, and there was this BMW in front of me that I'd hit. "Oh, God." I thought. We got out and looked, there was a smashed tail light on the BMW. The taillight was the only damage. My van looked perfect. The businessman in the BMW got out and looked, too.
"Gee, I'm sorry, mister." I said.
"Do you have your driver's license and insurance number?" he said in a straight forward business tone, "I can call the police right now and hopefully we can get this completed right away."
"The police! Wait, I'm driving on my learner's permit. My folks'll kill me. Is there something else we can work out? I'll do anything. ANYTHING!" It sounded pretty hoaky, but he paused from pulling out his cell phone.
"Anything?" He wasn't bad looking for a really old man with gray hair. What could he possibly ask me to do?
He looked around. There were no buildings and no people near the intersection.
"Anything." I repeated.
"How about your friends?"
"WHAT?" I looked back at Cheryl, Sandy and Rachel, "What about them?"
"You said anything. I want the four of you to spend three hours with me... doing exactly what I want. I want four willing slaves for three hours."
"No way!"
"No problem. Can I see your learner's permit?" he flipped open the phone and started dialing.
"Wait!" I put my hand on the cellular, "Let us talk."
"You've got two minutes." He looked at his watch.
I looked at the girls. "I'll be grounded forever if my folks find out."
Cheryl and Sandy nodded OK, Rachel just stood there moving her mouth open and shut. She finally said, "No sex." loudly.
The man glanced up, "How old are you, dear?"
She blushed, "I'm eighteen, and a virgin."
He looked at her in a patronizing way, "Why would I want to risk getting a eighteen year old pregnant?... Time's up." he flipped open the cellular again.
"We'll do it!" I yelled desperately. I looked back, no one objected.
"Well," the man said, putting away his cellular, "this is turning into a memorable afternoon for all of us. Now that you've agreed to do anything, I'll promise you this: I won't hurt you beyond a little stinging, and, if any one hears about this accident or what comes next, it'll be one of you who said something, not me. Remember: you asked, and you've decided you want me to punish you rather than let your parents or the police handle this. Is that right?" He look at the four of us.
"That's right." my voice trembled a little as I said it, but it was true. That's what I wanted.
"The rest you?"
I mouthed to them, "Come ON!", and they nodded too.
"Louder."
"Right."
"Right."
"...right." it was Rachel. She was still looking real nervous.
He looked around again, "You see that big empty church parking lot over there? Drive your van over there. Follow me."