Get a new ride, and party.

The first thing you do after fighting your way back out of the Pit, is to take the stolen car back across town to where you left your car last night. Sadly as you start to get close you see your little sports car is being watched by at least three people. Quickly you get the hell out of there and give Dice a call. “Hi Dice, it’s Nightshade. Is there any way I could get you to hook me up with a new ride tonight?”

“Of course, that is easy. How did you like the clothes I picked out?”

“They were nice, thanks. Where should I meet you?”

“No can do. I am with a client right now. I just meant it is easy if all you need is a ride. There are several places near downtown that sell cars and bikes just about all night. When you have a city this big it seems everything starts staying open later and later. Oh, and don’t worry about licenses or the like, most places just fudge everything for a small fee. If you want something sporty and cute I recommend Fifth Street Motors, it is a bit small, but the owner is an honest old fart by the name of Hank Preston. He will probably stare at your ass but he is harmless and I trust him.”

“Sounds perfect thanks.” You close the connection and pull up the address on your computer. A little while later and you find it. Ditching the stolen ride about a block away at a pet store you walk back to the dealer and stroll in.

The second you enter a young lady walks up to you dressed in a pair of blue jeans that are nearly skin tight, a loose white blouse with low enough neck line to give a glimpse of her cute little tities, and a pair of blue and pink sneakers. “Hello miss, welcome to Fifth Street Motors, my name is Becky how can I help you?” She asks, extending a perfectly manicured hand in greeting.

Your eyes flash around the little office and can’t see where anyone else might be hiding before you answer, “Hi, I was told to ask for Hank. I need a car.” Seeing as how she still stands there with her hand extended you decide to shake it and add, “They call me Nightshade, Dice sent me.”

She smiles and shakes your hand, “I am sorry, my uncle doesn’t usually work this late. Is there anything I can help you with?”

The two of you exchange small talk as you look over the various used cars she has on the lot, finally deciding to splurge a bit and buy a banana yellow 2 seat electric sports car that the spec’s say can do 0-60 in 4.4 seconds and tops out at 140mph. The test drive was an exhilarating display of modern engineering and as you peel off the $80,000 in cash you can’t help but grin as she bites her lower lip as the cash drops on the table. The car has built in gps that you are able to hot link with your internal computer so you can keep tabs on it, so hopefully this will be the last car you have to buy for a while. A quick zip home and you drop off the majority of your remaining cash and head out to hit the clubs.

You spend the next 4 hours dancing, drinking and getting hit on by just about anything with legs. Several times you find yourself sandwiched between a pair of hot sluts, and equally you find yourself grinding on some sexy stud with a visible log in his pants. You tell yourself that tonight is your night to party and you refuse to let anyone get too close. At the third club of the night, and after much drinking, you find your attitude change. The dancing gets closer and more intimate, and you have at least 5 tongues in your mouth while on the dance floor. Then as the second person gets gutsy enough to put their finger high enough up your skirt to feel your little slit you push them away with a little giggle, but that is when your basic horny need takes over and you find yourself actively seeking someone to fuck.

All that comes to a peak when you hear a voice behind you as someone grabs your ass roughly, “Hey bitch, want me to fuck you raw?”