First, a gas station

"Before we tell you where we are headed," Santiago called from behind the wheel. "We have to get some gas first."

"Perfect, there are a few things that Sage and I have to pick up at the store for the party as well." Added Scarlet.

"Oh, is this the gas station that is right next the bank?" Questioned Ingrid. "I am just going to pop in there for a sec to make a withdrawal while you guys get your gas."

"Hey Santy," Scarlet affectionately caressed her lover's cheek as he drove into the gas station. "Do you think you could go with Ingrid to the bank? I don't want her going by herself."

Ingrid looked offended. "Excuse me? I can handle myself."

"I know, but a young beautiful girl coming out of a bank alone who just withdrew some money? That's a perfect invitation to get robbed! It would give me some peace of mind if someone else went with you."

"Sexist." Ingrid remarked snidely.

"How is that sexist? I'm a girl too!"

"Easy, easy," Santiago put the car into a full park in front of the gas pump. "If it will prevent this cat fight I don't mind going with Ingrid, but who's going to pump the gas?"

"Rorke is of course." Sage intervened. My head snapped in her direction.

"I'm going to what now?"

"Me and Scarlet have to pick up something at the store while Santiago and Ingrid head to the bank. You will be here in the car alone anyway so why not pump some gas before we get back?" She had a point, but I was still practically naked! "The sooner we get gas and finish our errands, the sooner we can get to the party. I promise you that it will be worth it." She nudged me. "Be a man and help make this day super fun for you!"

I could not overlook the hint of challenge in her voice. Rorke Blazeman never backs down from a challenge. I would just be out there pumping gas for a minute, right? The gas station looked empty so hopefully no one would drive in and see me in wearing nothing but a speedo in such a short amount of time. I gave a huge sigh and reluctantly agreed.

Sage gave me a quick hug before leaving the car. "You rock."

"I know. I'm amazing." I watched as my friends took off in their separate directions. Once the coast was clear, I stepped outside into broad daylight wearing nothing but a tiny conspicuous speedo.