Saving The Family Business

In the dim haze of a crumbling diner, young Sally (Katie Kush) grips the reins of her folks' fading empire while her old man's laid low by illness. The joint's bleeding cash, and she's drowning in debt, her every move a frantic scramble to stave off ruin. She fires off a loan app to the bank, but silence drags on until sleazeball officer Harlan (Tommy Pistol) slinks in, eyes devouring the grease-stained countertops and her tense form. He prowls the empty booths, his smirk twisting as he grills her, laying bare the diner's death rattle—no loan in sight for a broke babe like her. Sally's plea erupts in raw fury, begging for mercy on her family's blood-soaked legacy. Harlan's gaze turns predatory, lips curling with filthy promise: one good word from him, if she spreads those legs and lets him ravage her right there amid the flickering neon. Revulsion coils in her gut, bile rising at his crude demand, but desperation claws deeper—the diner, her home, everything hangs by a thread. With a shattered breath, she nods, vowing to fuck him senseless, to swallow every degrading act, anything to drag this sinking ship from the brink.