You offer assistance

"Car trouble?" you ask solicitiously, knowing that for the moment at least you are recognisable only as a silhouette backlit by your car.

"I don't know what's wrong," Lyndsey says in a worried, almost panicky voice. "Thank you so much for stopping. It just stopped, the engine I mean. It just stopped."

"Well, let's see if we can get you going again. Pop the hood and let's take a look. Good thing I came along Lyndsey, you could have been stuck out here all night."

"Mr. Sharp! Oh My God! I didn't...I didn't expect you!"

"You don't sound happy to see me Lyndsey," you say with a sarcastic tone. "You want me to get back in my car and leave you."

"Oh My God No! I didn't mean it that way! I'm so sorry Mr. Sharp, of course I'm grateful you stopped. Ever so grateful."

"Just pop the hood and let's take a look," you say gesturing her to get back in the Mustang as you kneel by the back of the car and pretend to tie your shoe. Once she's in the car, you quickly pry the potato out of the exhaust and toss it away before walking to the front of the car and lifting the hood. Lyndsey stands beside you, biting her lip and looking anxious.

"What do you think it could be?"

"Could be a lot of things. I'm not a mechanic, but let me poke around a bit and see what I can do." You make a show of checking hoses and cables, then reach down beside the engine where she can't see what you're doing and pretend to fiddle with something.

"You're lucky I came along Lyndsey. This way even if we can't get it started again I can give you a ride back to school, and you won't be stuck out here on the highway. Not the safest place for a pretty young girl, alone and stranded at night."

She gives a little shudder, biting her lip again. You can almost see her imagination taking hold, imagining herself attacked or abducted, far from help.

"I'm so glad you stopped Mr. Sharp. It could have been terrible."

"Yes it could, Lyndsey. One of the men who saw you dance could have followed you, not sure of what he was going to do, but when your car stalled he seized the opportunity. You know how worked up he might be from watching you."

"Yeah....some of those guys...I can see their eyes when I dance...like they want to eat me...one hand in their laps..." her voice is low and liquid with an undercurrent of excitement.

"That's why you do it isn't it?" you ask, continuing to pretend to fiddle with the engine. "You know they're getting excited watching you, seeing you display your ripe young body. You get off on it don't you? Like you got off on flashing yourself at Dean Hawkfeather and I this afternoon."

"Ummm...I was just teasing..."

"I know. But teasing can lead to consequences Lyndsey. And stripping and dancing and pretending to have sex with an invisible lover is way more than teasing. Someone could take it very seriously."

"And...if they found me out here...all alone...and helpless...I'd be at their mercy..." she says softly, wriggling slightly and pressing herself against the car as she watches you. "They could do anything...I couldn't stop them...they could...have their way with me...each of them...over and over...."

You look at her, seeing a blissful excited look on her face as she rubs herself gently against the car. Obviously Lyndsey has some fantasies, and you wonder how she would react if a car full of men from the club had stopped for her. From the look on her face she might welcome being gang raped, or at least gang raped in a way that fit her hormonal fantasies.