Yes, she goes in her bathrobe

"Do you promise that no one will see me? Except whoever this one person?" She asks to feel at least like she had some say in the matter. As she asks she steps into her running shoes. She ties the bathrobe tightly.

"Yeah, yeah, no one except my one friend will see you in your bathrobe, just come on," he looks out the door. "If you're worried, I don't see any neighbors."

"Okay, fine," she almost adds 'jerk' but bit s her tongue. Huck heads outside, and Nicole, peeking out the door before stepping out, follows closely behind. She feels Huck's cum running down her thighs and calves.

Her stomach sinks as soon as she's a few feet from the door. That same question that's been haunting her for the week pops into her mind "why am I like this?" She'd done plenty of outdoor tasks for her Discord friends, but they were always in the woods and far away from her home.

Huck leads her to a big ugly pickup truck. She stands by the passenger side door, ducked down, trying to stay out of view. Huck, of course, takes his sweet time getting the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door, climbing into the truck, and unlocking Nicole's door.

"I can't do this," she says as she climbs into the truck and closes the door.

"You're already in the truck, hun," he says and starts the truck.

"I mean, I didn't even eat breakfast yet. I should go back. Eat. Get dressed."

He backs up and starts driving out of the parking lot. "For fuck's sake, you need to take care of yourself. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Fine, we're already behind schedule, so stopping to grab you a burger isn't going to mess things up. He can wait."

"I have a routine. I get up, shower, eat breakfast, take my..." Nicole's voice trails off. She didn't take her birth control pill. She had just gotten back on track.

"Masturbate." Huck laughs.

He wasn't wrong, but Nicole was annoyed with the whole situation. Especially now that she's sitting in a bathrobe, in a filthy truck with Huck's cum making her thighs stick together. Plus, her hair was probably starting to frizz. "Who are we going to meet?" She relents.

"Hang on, here's a Mcdonald's," he says, turning into the drive-through. Nicole pulls the robe tighter. She didn't want Mcdonald's and she definitely didn't want to be seen by the drive-through attendant. "large Big Mac meal. And a coke," Huck says.

Fine, Nicole thinks. She could order some nuggets. "I'll have some chicken..."

He puts his hand over her mouth. "Shush, I already ordered for you."

The speaker tells Huck the total and to pull ahead. He moves his hand so she can speak. Nicole snaps. "I don't eat Big Macs!"

"Sure you do," he says as they pull up. Now open up that bathrobe and drop it off your shoulders. Let those little titties of yours hang out so the nice man on the other side of the speaker can get a good view."

Nicole's eyes go wide. He's creeping slowly forward, waiting for her to comply. "You said no one except...."

"...would see you in your bathrobe. That's right. And if you don't do what I say, someone will see you in your bathrobe. Don't make a liar out of me, sweetie."

There was so much condescension in sweetie. He knew so well how to corner her and twist her words. She could understand how his wife reached the end of the rope with his bullshit. All of the gaslighting and manipulation. He looked like a big, dumb oaf on the outside, but underneath that exterior was a sharp, calculating bully. "Fine," she whispers under her breath, defeated again. She was in the passenger seat, and Huck was a large man. She'd sink back, and the person at the window would barely see her. She slips the bathrobe off her arms. Huck pulls all the way forward, and as he does, he flips the switch on his seat, and it slides back. Nicole makes eye contact with the young college-aged man waiting to take payment from Huck. She immediately looks down at her lap, feeling embarrassed.

Nicole feels her cheeks hot as he stares. Huck somewhat awkwardly hands over his credit card in a way that doesn't obstruct the view. The employee disappears for a moment. "Why don't you turn toward the window a bit, babe? And smile."

Nicole huffs, but she does as she's told. She positions herself with her right shoulder resting against the door. Her chest angled at the drive-through window. She pushes up a smile, but her eyes look away. The employee returns with the card and a soda. Huck takes it and he hands the soda over to Nicole.

The employee, eyes still on Nicole, says, "your order will be out in a moment, Mister and, um, ma'am." He looks like he wants to say something else, but he stares.

Huck helps him out. "Decent view, yeah?"

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry for staring," he says.

"No, no," Huck replies, "she wants you to have a good look. Don't you, baby?"

She clenches her jaw but gets out a stilted "yes, honey."

And that's when one of the cooks appears in the window with the food bag. "Oh wow, you weren't kidding. Nice titties, lady!"

"Thanks," she can't help but let the venom seep out.

Less shy than the window attendant, the cook hands the food to Huck. He asks, "why does it say 'go on' above your tits? 'Go on' what?"

Huck laughs again. "Have a great day, guys," he says and pulls out without an answer.

Nicole is fuming. "I live right down the street. What if those guys recognize me?"

"Relax, they weren't looking at your face. All they're going to remember is your goon tits. You should be happy. You probably made their day. Now eat your burger, and I'll explain who we're visiting."