MAKE THEM BEG, roll HOT (-1)

⚃⚄ -1 = 8. Choose one thing you make him beg for.

You go over and make a long detailed examination of your rear tire, bending over at the waist to give him a good view of the black boyshirts pulled tightly against your crotch, which combined with your short skirt gave any onlookers a nice clear view of some camel-toe. Waving your butt back and forth as you 'searched' fruitlessly, you heard a little gulp from behind you and had to hide a smirk when you turned back around. "Nope! Guess you're stuck with me, sorry!" you say with a little teasing singsong voice as you get into the passenger side of his sporty little two-door sedan.

As Vin begins driving you to the nearest auto-parts place, you notice that he's pausing at every red light and stop sign to not-so-subtly glance over at you. You sit with your legs crossed and subtly angle your chest towards him to give him a better view. As he drives, you keep coming up with little questions about which direction you're going, leaning over to touch his shoulder each time. When you glance down you think you see a tent starting to form in the crotch of his pants, filling you with glee.

"So uh," you say, bringing a couple fingers up to your lips, "You don't have a girlfriend or anything, do you Vin? Or at least, not one in the car right now? (snrrk)" you say with a giggle.

He pulls up in the parking lot and plays your question off coolly. "Sure don't baby. You... seein' something you like?" he asks with a cocky grin.

"Juuust wanted to give you a little thank you for the 'ride' without stepping on anyone's toes." you say, leaning over the car's console and planting a wet kiss on his jawline, leaving a little green lipstick mark. He snapped like a bear-trap, his left arm reaching out and grabbing around your bare midriff, pulling you over further towards him. His other hand forcefully grabbed the back of your head and pulled you in for an even longer, wetter kiss on the mouth. You gently place your hands on his shoulders, leaning into it. His breath steams up your glasses.

"Daaaaamn." he pants when you pull away. "Can't keep your hands off me... you're such a tease girl. Don't you feel what you're doin' to me?" he takes hold of your right hand and brings it down to his lap, where you half-close your hand around his clothed shaft. "You gonna take care of that? It's gonna hurt me if you don't."

"Eheheheheee... Mmm... like what?" you giggle and ask nervously, slowly dragging your fingers over and unbuckling his belt.