Go and Visit Your Crush

As you made your way out the door, your eyes magnetized to your brand new vehicle glistening in the distance. An ivory Lambo still with one man polishing up the last corners.

“All ready for you, sir!”

He pulled back his spray bottle and cloth and opened the driver’s door for you. You climbed in and found the keys beckoning you already in the ignition. He expressed his jealousy and how passionate he is about luxury cars, but hey, maybe you’ll just buy him his own? With your money that wouldn’t be too difficult, but for now you had other plans. You were heading to pick up a certain someone from your place of work. You’d been working a dead-end job at Burger King for a year now, but this sexpot that you’d been working with made it just a little better.

Sonja. That was her name. Your masturbatory fantasy ever since you started working there. Of course, you’d tried with her before and was only ever met with polite rejections, but things were going to be very different now. The car, the money, and OH!, the spells you’ve cast on the world. How could you forget that?

Soon you arrived and paced into the doorway. You knew she was working because you checked her schedule all the time. You had all her work times logged into your phone calendar the same way you had yours.

You saw your boss in the back and you flagged him down.

“Oh, hi, Dylan. What are you doing here? You don’t work until tomorrow morning I thought.”

“Like hell I’ll be working here ever again” you thought to yourself. “Is Sonja in? I just need to quickly talk to her.”

“Yeah she’s on her break, actually. Could you make it fast though?”

You mazed your way through the disgusting grills and sinks until you got back to the staff room. There she was: 19 years of pure bewitching spiciness. Her long raven-black hair cloaked her neck and shoulders, and you dived into her aqua eyes like you always do. Her physique was captivating and her proportions seemed to have been sculpted by a 14-year-old boy. She was petite, but busty as hell with a booty that could make baby Jesus cry. You could’ve sworn the sun shot off the stud in her nose as she cocked her head over in your direction.

“Hey, Dylan! What’re you doing here, huh?”

"Hey, Sonja.” You said as you smiled one part politely and two parts deviously. "Is it cool if I show you something real quick?” It’s outside if that’s okay.”

"Um, yeah I don’t see why not. Did you finally get that Lancer you were always talking about?"

You laughed under your breath as you remembered what she was talking about. Since you were 17 you’ve been saving up for a used Mitsubishi Lancer, until now that is. Oh, how things are going to change.

"You might say that. Not quite though. I actually wanna take you for a ride in it.”

“Oh! That sounds like a lot of fun and I’m totally down, but I’m still working. Do you want me to stop and get changed?”

Sonja used to take her job quite seriously, and would never just decide to waltz out, but things were different for some weird reason. I wonder what that could be?

“Yeah, I do actually.” you laughed. "I’ll just wait outside.”

“Alrighty!” she smiled. “Give me two minutes to get dressed.”

On your way out, you told the manager what was going on, and before he could sternly object, the $10,000 shut him up nice and fast. You could always just change everyone’s mind so you didn’t have to pay for anything, but throwing bricks of money around was just too damn fun.

You leaned up against the car as you awaited your maiden. Just then your phone buzzed and you decided to take a quick glance. It was a gallery of very alluring photos of Abigail from earlier. About a dozen different angles of her naked body with a couple dildos, presumably to help with the lighting in the shot. Why else would they be there?

“Looks banging, Abi. Is it cool if I can get your address too so I can come by and fuck you like the slut you are?”

She texted back almost immediately: “Whatever u want, Dylan. :) u can come by this address whenever you like. And u know that u can always fuck me like the slut I am lol. You don’t need to ask. Just send me a text and my pussy is yours! :)”

“Holy crap!!!” A voice suddenly severed the silence, and there stood Sonja. “There’s no way that’s your car.”

You clicked the button on the keys and propped open the door. “You sure about that?”

“HOW?!” she stammered, perplexed by your luxurious surprise.

It was also at this moment you noticed her adorable outfit. A pink baseball tee lined by some curiously teeny jean shorts. Her almost artistically pale legs found their way into some flip-flops at the end of their length. She stood there in all her sexual grandeur. You loved her ornate pale skin and how it made her seem fragile, which she kind of was in a way. You’re pretty sure she tries to be a damsel in distress sometimes and you love every bit of it.

Suddenly recalling the fact that you were up next in the verbal exchange, you made some shit up.

“I guess I kinda won it.”

“Well let me in, because we are going for a test drive.” she said as she climbed inside.

This was going to be fun. Really fun. You had questions you knew the answers too, but you were dying to ask her, just to hear them slip the sexy bonds of her luscious lips. You’re adventure was starting, and she was going to be in the sidecar of this whole thing. Unless of course you met someone you found to be a little more compatible, maybe? Who the fuck needs one girlfriend? Or two? Or only 12 or 50? Abi was looking hot in those sexts from earlier to be quite frank. Sonja was a special girl that you thought could never be replaced for quite some time now, but you had no idea where your deviance would take you, and it scared you just as much as it aroused you.