A humble yet practical 2015 Toyota RAV4

You're not quite sure how things will play out with your little sister, but there's little you can do about it now.
You're not going to out-think her, and the longer you're around her, the higher the likelihood that you'll make a mistake that'll give yourself away. You head out to the garage and punch the button on the wall that opens the garage door as you unlock the SUV doors.

Your dad uses this car mostly for shop deliveries so the seats are folded down in the back already. You notice that there's plenty of room in the back, should you ever find the need for a throat fuck session with your little sister (or someone else that strikes your fancy) on the go.

You enter the address of the apartment complex into the navigation on your phone and start backing the SUV out of the garage, and hear a THUMP.
You recognize the sound instantly for what it is. You just ran over your prized moped. Your pride and joy (mostly just necessity), and only means of transportation to and from work.

That might be a problem. God, you are a useless moron.

You get out of the car to inspect the damage. The car is fine, but it doesn't look like there will be any salvaging the moped. It's done for.
You shrug your shoulders and drag the moped back into the garage, it'll give you an excuse when your dad asks why you took the car. You'll just tell him that you needed it because you smashed your ride and you need a way to get to and from work. Your dad thinks you're a disappointment but he wouldn't want you to lose your job because of a lack of transportation. He knows you well enough to know you wouldn't have an easy time finding another one, and then he'll be **** to pay your living expenses again. Hopefully he won't find out that you mouth-**** the apple of his eye, his wonderful perfect little daughter, because you're pretty sure that'll definitely get you cut off and disowned from the family.

The fuckup that you are, this isn't the first time that's happened, but you have a feeling this time it'll be a permanent thing with an attached jail sentence.

You dust your hands off on the back of your pants and climb back into the driver's seat. It's time to go inspect your newfound holdings at BJ Towers. The letter said that the BJ stands for Barton-Johnstone, but a BJ is a BJ. And you had every intention of geting your knob slobbered on at every possible opportunity to make sure the accommodations were a permanent one.

It wasn't a long drive, maybe 20 minutes on the highway. You pull into a well appointed and manicured front office, it looks to be a relatively small apartment complex, maybe 50 units in all split between 12ish buildings. As you walk into the leasing office, you notice that there's a huge sauna, hot tub, heated pools, an indoor tennis court and a gym. This is clearly a fancy apartment complex for rich people. There is no way you could afford to live anywhere like this with your income, you doubt even your dad could afford to live here.

"Goddamn stuck up rich bitches, I bet they're all just like Vanessa. Gonna fuck every last one of them and ruin-"
"Sir? I'm sorry. This is private property. We don't allow transients in here. If you don't leave immediately I'm going to have to call the police."

A ridiculously hot leasing agent steps out of a nearby office to confront you.

"... What's a transient?"
"Excuse me?"
"I don't know what that means."

You're a dumbfuck and this lady is using fancy words at you. She must be looking down on you, like every other girl you've met in your miserable life. You make a point to remember her face. You're going to **** her when you have a chance. Preferably in her office. You imagine forcing her to kneel under her own desk **** on your knob while you do business stuff as the new owner of this fancy pants luxury apartment complex.

You're not exactly sure what the business stuff would entail, but as far as you're concerned, it shouldn't be a problem. You're going to be CEO of Facefuck Incorporated. And she's your employee, so as far as you're concerned, her cocksocket belongs to you too.

"Sir, you're going to have to leave, right now."