More weird conversations on the car ride

As I rode shotgun, I am speechless, and feeling uncertain about what to think or do, but I can’t help but smile tonight's the night! A flood of emotions washes over me, leaving me unsure whether to feel guilty or grateful.

"Summer" continues to brag about the countless opportunities that will come with being a famous Instagram model. Chad talked about the glamorous parties, the free clothing and jewelry, and of course the endless supply of luxury vacations. I had no idea that someone could make so much money posting photos of themselves online.

“Oh and I forgot to mention I also found out a bunch of things about Summer and she’s 26 years old and she is veryy experienced, aren’t she a good candidate as your first?”

As he continues to talk excitedly, I find my mind drifting to the Instagram model herself. I wonder what her life is really like behind the glossy façade of her online persona. Does she enjoy the constant attention and adoration from strangers, or does it weigh on her? Does she feel pressured to maintain a certain image, to always be perfect and sexy and glamorous? And does she worry about the risks of being so public, of putting so much of herself out there for anyone to see and judge?

I shake my head, pushing away these thoughts. It’s not my place to judge or speculate about someone I don’t know. But as my friend continues to babble on about the riches and fame that come with being an Instagram model, I can’t help but feel a sense of sadness and unease. Something about this whole world of online influencers and social media stardom feels shallow and hollow, a glittering façade that masks deeper insecurities and emptiness. But maybe that’s just my own cynicism talking. Maybe for some people, the lure of fame and fortune is enough to make it all worth it.

“Well since she is in a way sex worker, I'm sure she is”, I finally **** a reply, as I changed my mindframe in an instant of bent up sexual frustration.

"Great that’s the spirit and I got the keys to her luxurious mansion, should we stop there" he asks.

""No, I prefer my house, it’s safer there, but wait how did you know about Summer's mansion?" I said with curiosity.

"I thought you could not read your host's memories?" I said.

"Well that's the thing I think slowly be surely I am mastering my power more and more, now I can dig up some memories the longer I am in someone's body, it's not perfect, but I know almost all her past sexual memory as well and the things she does in the bedroom is hot!"

"How interesting you can now read people's memories?" I said.

"Yep, I know that she is bisexual and in a off/on open relationship with her old collage roommate and her manager"

"That sound sooo hot" I said

"Yep it is man and best part I know all her tricks in bed, anyway why you're house anyway? Isn't your family home right now?" Chad said.

"Yeah well, my mom and dad are out with my older sister for dinner and a movie they should not be back for a few hours or so" I said.

"Great I have some date night stuff in the back, I was out shopping" Chad said.

"Wow you are really in to this man, first Roman and now me, it's kind of weird, do you have a fetish for allowing your buds to have sex with you as a women?" I asked.

"Hey like I said, pleasure as a woman is awesome, also bros let other bros hit if anyone else had this power he said.

"You're a weird guy bro, but I can't complain to be honest." I said. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them, realizing that I have revealed my insecurities about my virginty. I can’t help feeling a sense of anticipation and dread as we drive through the city, the sun setting in the distance and the stars beginning to twinkle. Chad looks over at me and smiles. “We’re almost there,” he says. I take a deep breath as we moved closer. He parks the car on the street across my house and turns to me. “This is where it will happen man” he says. I take her hand and step out of the car, my heart racing with excitement. This is it!