Chloe Price

Classes were over for the day, and this usually meant either going to clubs or returning to her room for Kate.

Today, she was in the school's parking lot, waiting for a certain truck. It was a rusty piece of crap, but it was a rusty piece of crap that only worked because its driver put a lot of time, effort and care into making it workable again.

The driver has a few years older than Kate. A dropout from Blackwell with blue hair, arms covered in tattoos and a trio of bullets handing from a necklace. She was even wearing a pair of reflective sunglasses, putting on heirs of a bouncer.

"Password, please."

Kate looked around to make sure no one else was watching. She bit her lip, grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up. Above her white stockings, beneath her tucked in under-shirt, there was a remarkable absence of underwear.

Chloe bit her lip to match Kate and tapped on her car door through her open window.

"Come on, sexy."