Going long

There are few things comparable to a peaceful, cool-aired drive. Outside, meanwhile, the scenery is the usual haze of gas stations and retail stores and passersby casually prancing down the street.

You lend a glance in Laura's direction. She's got a sports tee on now, which you gave to her from the backseat after making it sit there. Her hair is medium-lengthed, drawn up in a hair scrunchie. The look is a cute one, and for a young woman she is doubtlessly attractive.

She asked to turn on the radio earlier so you obliged her. It didn't really catch your ear until now, however, when something the radio host said sounded familiar.

"...that's right, Jessica Chastain bared it all earlier this morning while being straight-up plowed in the ass on set of her new movie."

"Wow, is that true?" remarked a feminine voice.

"Cross my fingers!" chortled the main host.

"What a wild ride that must have been!"

"Pictures were snapped behind the scenes, which any of you I'm sure can come across online, and... boy, are they something! Look at this."

Pause. "Oh god, that... that does look like a lot of fun. I -- you know what, I'd be down to be nailed up the ass like that, at least from that guy."

"Hear hear, Tabby! I don't blame ya! I probably wouldn't mind being on the receiving end myself, and I'm as straight as an edge, 100 outta 100!"

"I know, right? Chastain is one lucky babe, getting her butt screwed by that delicious snake of a penis. I'd do anything to be in her shoes at that moment."

"Even if she's not wearing any?"

"Oh you know what I meant, CJ."

You listen to their exchange with knowing contentment, noticing Laura's blinking, but otherwise nonplussed look. Finally, once the two are done gushing over your earlier star-studded endeavors, they take on a request for some early 2000s club song.

It was always nice to jam it out to some floor thumpers after a few strokes. Of the ego, that was.

When you reach another red light, you decide to make more visceral use of the mood, however. Settling on an idea, you shift the gear to park and step out the car.

Laura swivels her head around. "Where--where are you going?"

"Stay here, Laura." Your attention is placed on the dollop of random strangers assembled in the perimeter of this intersection, and you declare, "EVERY GOOD-LOOKING WOMAN, GET ON HERE ON THE STREET AND START DOING A RAUNCHY DANCE AND BEING NAUGHTY WHILE GRADUALLY STRIPPING NAKED!"

Everyone looks at each other unscrupulously as you walk away.

When you re-enter your car, what seemed to be every woman in the city suddenly converges, dwarfing the cars, some even exiting them, and whooping and laughing. Your eyes bounce from pretty face to face, with fresh-looking females of all kinds of accouterments rubbing shoulders. You raise the volume of your car radio as the ladies, young and old, hot and mousy, black and white alike, all began throwing down their shirts, swinging their bras, twerking and dry humping the hoods of cars. One pours water all over her dress while another grinds her ass on a nearby boy that couldn't have been any year older than Laura, and yet another started making out with her equally hot blonde friend. They all begin to rid themselves of their clothes, everyone looking as immaculate as you wanted them to look once they were in full exhibition. Once the light finally turns green, you step on the pedal and turn down the street, leaving the nigh-orgy to its devices.

"Did you see that?" asks Laura incredulously.

"You liked it," you state after a nod.

Laura nods in agreement. "I liked it."

"You were a little turned on by it."

"I was a little turned on by it too, yeah."

"Mostly," her eyes continue blinking at you as you explain to her her feelings, "because of all of the exposed women there, and what they were doing with their bodies. Right?"

Laura nods again, and with that you let her be. She sticks her arm down the crevice of her legs as she looks back out the window and presses it against her shorts.

God that was hot, she thinks to herself, fantasizing about seeing more women in that kind of state more often.

You unceremoniously lower the volume of the radio back down to a normal level as you finally approach your destination.