The damsel's thrilling ride

(Earlier, as Peter finished his backstory)

Claudia felt her loins pulse with heat as her wildest dreams were coming true: dark stranger with a good heart, ancient jewelry, hiding together in each other's strong, gentle arms. His gentle hand cradled hers, and she happily returned the gesture. "You can come with me." She sighed, realizing she had been holding her breath during the story. "My roommates might be home, but..." she suddenly realizes she said 'come with me', and her face retreats into her golden mane, finishing in a timid whisper, "we can use my bedroom." In my bedroom I can show more skin. That odd thought again. This time, it filled her with such a heat, she could have gotten naked right there. Instead, she resolved to help this handsome stranger and show her friends that you don't need a sexy bra to get guys. She stood up suddenly, her sexy bra keeping her jostling chest high and visible. She went to the employee lockers and dug her keys out of her bag, tossing control of her vehicle to the Stranger. "Quick. Go bring my car around front. I gotta tell my boss I'm not feeling well. My shifts almost over anyway." She half expected him to grab her arms and scream 'there's no time', or maybe just give her the first of many kisses. She slung her bag over her shoulder, and marched through to the Front of House. "Brently, I have to get home, my roommate said they forgot to lock the front door. Give the rest of my tables to Ramona." She walked with a confidence of someone who wore her tops like this everyday, not like the nervous book worm of yester-30-minutes-ago. She didn't even wait for a response before she was out the front door.

Her cool demeanor faltered slightly when her station wagon drifted out of the diner parking lot, completing it's 180 orbit right in front of her, passenger door swinging open for her. "Get in!" the Stranger barked, revving the engine impatiently. His face was slightly bruised, a black eye forming, and a slight, red drip from his nose. He was panting, forehead beaded with sweat, and his shirt was...hhhhhhhoooooo, control yourself, Claudia. His shirt was sliced, from the center of his sternum, to halfway down his side. The frayed fabric draped away, revealing the chiseled physique she knew she felt. There was a thin, crimson line matching the shirt cut: a wound to tend. She almost finished right there, if not for a sudden louder revving from her car. She fell into the passenger seat, barely pulling the door closed before her hero peeled away. She tossed her bag into the back seat and buckled up, the strap separating and compressing her breasts, her now erect nipple clearly visible. "Ok, so you go to 865-"

"No time. Just give me the neighborhood, I have to lose some friends before we get there." He glanced at the rearview mirror, and she looked behind her seat, letting out a small peep when she saw a black SUV pull out of the diner and follow them. "Where, Claudia?" Her heart fluttered hearing him say her name. She never wanted him to stop.

"Uptown." She answered, hugging her body nervously as she watched the SUV approach a few cars behind them, keeping its distance. "Who are these guys?" she asked the Stranger, wanting to know anything that might help with the mystery ahead of them.

"Probably the Swedes." He replied simply. "The last word in Dragonov's assassin squads. My former employer." He added, noticing my confusion. "You ever use a gun, Claudia?" She shook her head quickly, so had started to roll his window down. "Then take the wheel." he commanded, unbuckling his seatbelt and straightening himself out the window, controlling the pedals while the wheel drifted in place. He whipped something out of his waistband as he leaned out the window, and suddenly, Claudia heard three loud *BANG*s ring out, snapping her out of her shock to grab the wheel, steering the car toward her home. Her eyes darted across the windshield rapidly, not used to this point of view while driving. Claudia heard a few more shots by the Stranger, who was answered with the *RATATATAT* of automatic weapons. Claudia's heart raced from her proximity to the gunfire as much as it was from her proximity to the Stranger's Levi's. Leaning out a window really works the glutes. She noted, eyes locked on his ass. The metallic *PING* of ricocheting bullets **** the stranger back to his seat, tossing his weapon into the back seat. "You always think you pack enough." He lamented. "How close are they?" Claudia looked out the back windows of the car. The Black SUV was one car behind them, in the next lane.

"They're right there!" She said, on the verge of a panic attack. Without a word, the stranger reached his rugged hand behind her neck, and pushed her head into his lap.