He turns the tables for her, briefly.

"No, no, no," the driver was saying, waving his hand at her. "If I'm gonna drive you, you gotta put some goddamn clothes on. I don't want whatever this is in my car, lady, alright?"

Candace took a quick second to even realize the man was talking to her. For the past few hours, people had talked past her, or talked to David instead of her. She gathered her thoughts, trying to remember how to talk to a reasonable person.

"I-I don't- I don't have-" She looked down, and saw her bathrobe tie had been tugged to the side, and she was revealing everything to yet another stranger. Only now, they were in a private, enclosed space, and it all felt so much more overwhelming. Goosebumps raised on her skin, under the gaze of these two men, so close to her.

She cleared her throat, and spoke truthfully. "This is all I have to wear," she said.

The driver scoffed, then turned to David. "Give her your hoodie, man! What're you thinking? It's fifty degrees out!"

David, for once, seemed taken aback. The erotic bubble surrounding them had more or less burst. "Alright, fine," he said, shrugging the green hoodie off. Candace felt a jolt of electricity in her stomach when she realized he hadn't been wearing a shirt underneath, and his torso was now bare.

"Christ," the driver mumbled, turning back to face the dashboard. He shifted into gear, then pulled away from the curb.

David handed her the hoodie, and Candace took it. She pulled it on quickly, and for a moment she felt like a real person again. She shifted in her seat, feeling the bathrobe tie underneath her, still loose. She wanted to fix it, but she was too nervous to put her hands there in front of this driver. He already thought they were perverts, she thought.

David glared over at her, arms crossed. He was fit, she noticed, eyes lingering on his shoulder muscles. She remembered those arms wrapped around her, groping her in front of a crowd, pretending like he had been helping her. Her heart rate picked up, though not from fear, she noticed - from arousal. Goddamn it, she was more or less fully clothed and she still couldn't stop her body from being horny.

His pecs were out in the open. A sparse scattering of chest hair, trailing down his stomach, and disappearing into his sweatpants. She could reach over and touch him, if she wanted. Candace wondered how he would react if she reached over and touched him like he had been groping her. She wondered what his dick would feel like inside her. She wondered if she could make him cum.

"Hey," David said, and Candace jumped. "We're here, let's go."

Candace took a deep, grounding breath. Indeed, they were outside a large apartment complex.

She looked up at the two men, who were both staring at her now. "O-okay," she said, shakily unlocking the door and stepping out. Then, she felt the sensation of fabric sliding down her legs.

She froze. Fuck. When David had grabbed her bathrobe tie, he had pulled the knot loose, and now it was falling down, fast. Dare she stop and grab it? After all, she didn't know how long she'd be able to keep this hoodie.