You head out.

You flip both of them a pair of birds, your glossy nails gleaming proudly, “Ya well fuck the both of you! I don’t need this shit.” You grab your purse and stomp out the door. Once outside the adrenaline pumping through your veins begins to subside and you look around the dark parking lot confused. “Wait? What is going on?” You look around for a few moments and it occurs to you that you don’t have the slightest idea where your car is. A few steps in a random direction and you search your brain for information and can’t even remember where you live or even why you are here. “Is my name Max?” You ask yourself.

The weight of your purse reminds you of its existence. “I have a purse.” You say quietly.

Suddenly a dark maroon Mazda 6 rolls up and the window slides open, “Hey sexy. How much for a blowjob?”

Your mouth waters at the thought of a yummy cock. ‘I don’t even like cock, do I?’ You think to yourself as you look in the car at the short haired dude smiling at you. You lean forward, your sexy ass sticking out, you place your hands on the door and smile, “I dunno. What cha packin’ in them jeans?” You ask. Part of you demands cock, another begs you to run and hide, to figure this out, to know what is going on.

He knows nothing of the turmoil brewing in you, “Check this out.” He says and opens his fly to pull out a pretty nice sized rod, easily 7” or more.

You lick your lips, “Mmm hmm that’s not half bad.” Part of you demands you run, the other that you stay.