You are in the car, heavily making out with your boss. He bites your lower lip as he sucks your upper lip, pressing his lips even harder onto yours. He grabs your hips tightly as you move on his lap, making whimpers to come out of his mouth

"Take off your shirt." He demands.

"That's going to cost you more," you tease, trailing the tip of your nail on his face. He smirks and lets out a small chuckle. He pulls out his black Amex card and puts it in your mouth,

"4923. now take it off"