Ask Marcus for a literal 'driving lesson' about car controls to complete the DRIVER'S ED.

"Okay, everyone!" you announce, clapping your hands excitedly as you bounce back from Rick's lap, your newly enhanced ass jiggling with each movement. "Daddy and Maria need to go to work, and you twins have classes!"

Rick raises an eyebrow, clearly **** to leave when you're in such a playful mood. "Princess, I could take the morning off—"

"No, no, no!" you insist, your voice rising to a giggly squeal. "You have important business stuff! And Maria needs to help you, right Maria?"

Maria nods, still flushed from the kitchen activities, hastily gathering her borrowed clothes. "The Henderson contract needs finalizing today," she admits.

You bounce over to Rick, pressing your enhanced D-cups against his chest as you plant a wet kiss on his lips. "Take good care of Daddy today," you stage-whisper to Maria, loud enough for everyone to hear. "He gets grumpy without attention."

Turning to Matt and Mandi who are lounging by the breakfast bar, you wag a finger playfully. "And you two! Fun Sexy Time is, like, totally limited to family and the flat for now, kay? After you've shown you can control yourselves in public, maybe we can re-e-value-ate." You stumble over the word, giggling at your own difficulty.

Matt rolls his eyes but nods. Mandi pouts dramatically. "But what if I see a really hot professor?"

"Then you take a picture and we'll decide if he's family material later," you respond with surprising clarity before turning to Becky. "Becks, you're coming with me! I need to ask Marcus about driving stuff."

Becky's eyes light up, immediately understanding your unspoken plan. "Ohmigod, yes! I could totally use a driving... lesson... too," she says with an exaggerated wink.

Forty-five minutes later, everyone has dispersed. Rick and Maria leave for Bellingham Properties in the company car, while Matt and Mandi head to their university classes. You and Becky, dressed in matching miniskirts and crop tops that show off your bodies, make your way down to the underground garage where Marcus maintains the vehicles.

You find him polishing the Range Rover, his broad back to you as he works methodically. His charcoal uniform stretches across his muscular shoulders, and he straightens immediately when he hears your giggles echoing in the concrete space.

"Miss Ashley, Miss Rebecca," Marcus greets formally, his expression carefully neutral despite the way Becky immediately sidles up to him, pressing her body against his arm.

"Marcus! We need your help with something super important," you announce, twirling a pigtail around your finger. "I wanna learn about all the buttons and stuff in the car. Can you give me a driving lesson? Pretty please?"

Marcus's eyebrow rises slightly. "A driving lesson, Miss Ashley? Does Mr. Bellingham know about this request?"

"Oh, it's not really driving driving," you clarify, bouncing on your heels which makes your enhanced breasts jiggle noticeably. "I just wanna know what all the dashboard thingies do. That's technically a driving lesson, right?"

As you speak, Becky circles behind Marcus, her hands sliding up his back. "While she learns the front seat stuff," she purrs, "maybe you could teach me about the backseat?"

Marcus stiffens momentarily before the MARCUS MANAGEMENT upgrade kicks in, subtly altering his priorities. His resistance visibly melts away as he nods. "I suppose a basic overview of vehicle controls would be educational, Miss Ashley."

"Perfect!" you clap excitedly. "And while you're teaching me, Becky can... observe from the back."

Marcus opens the driver's door for you, and as you slide in, your short skirt riding up your thighs, you see Becky already climbing into the backseat, unbuttoning her crop top with a predatory smile.

12:15 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Underground Garage, London

[QUEEN BEE] | [Medium] | [Friday 20:00] | [3 days, 7 hours, 45 minutes remaining]

[DRIVER'S ED] | [Medium] | [None] | [In progress]