I am Not a Prostitute

"How much?"
I frowned at the shadowed man, in an expensive looking car.
"Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization dawned on me, as I looked at my skimpy club attire.
I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a person you've thought!"
I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic washed through me.
"Get in the car." His growl came, and with that, I turned on my heels and ran.