Breakdown Shakedown

"I- I didn't mean it," Eric gulped, trying very hard but failing to avert his eyes from the impossibly curvy, leather-clad demoness lounging in front of him.

"It wasn't you? Wait, so does that mean I have the wrong address? This isn't 282 Bumfuck Nowhere Avenue, Nevada?" Her smile suggested she enjoyed playing this game. "I guess that means someone else promised their soul for a fixed water pump. Sorry, I saw your car belching smoke on the side of the road and I must have gotten confused. Welp, I better go find 'em before they turn into beef jerky under this desert sun." She pivoted to hop back on her motorcycle. The bike's shocks sagged as her giant thighs straddled the seat. The toolbox strapped to the back jangled tantalizingly.

A bead of sweat rushed down his forehead to sting his eye. The temperature out here was absolutely brutal, and nobody else was going to come to save him. Eric didn't want to die a desiccated husk. "Wait! Don't go! Yes it was me. I'm just kinda regretting... I mean, I didn't think anything would happen."

"Nothing would have happened if you hadn't have meant it. That's what brought me here. Oh- don't worry, I'm not after your stupid soul. The price of human souls is way, way down; the market's flooded with 7 billion of the damn things. I came because mortals desperate enough to make that kind of bargain might have something else of value," she said with a wicked grin and an arched brow.

"Whaddoyouwant? Cash?" He saw her make a face that meant no. "I dunno, what do demons like?" He frantically searched his wallet. "Credit?"

"Do you carry FasterCard?" Her eyes lit up as she plucked the plastic from his fingertips. "Great, I just gotta run this through." She pulled the tab on her zipper down past her navel, freeing her large, perky breasts from the confines of her leather bodysuit. She checked to make sure the magnetic strip was oriented towards her sternum, then swiped the credit card into her cleavage. She hummed a bar or two as if she were waiting for it to process, and laughing at her own joke, pitched his card into the wasteland with a flick of her wrist.

"Hey- what was that for?" Eric almost dove into the brush to find it, but considered the desert natives he might accidentally disturb: scorpions, rattlers, spiky poisonous lizards.

"Oh come on, do I have to spell it out for you? You don't have any goods I'm interested in, but how about services? Think." Helpfully, her tail curved over her leg to point repeatedly at a hint. "I get what I want, and you get your crappy car fixed. How's that sound?"