You drive her home.

"Where's your car?" you ask, holding the door open for Ginger, wondering who's care to take.

"Actually, I don't drive..." she blushes. "I don't even have a driver's license!"

"How do you get to work?"

"I use car-hailing."

"Ah. Well, I guess I'll be your chauffeur tonight!" you nod. You offer your arm for her to put hers through and escort her to your car. "Sorry, it's not a BMW or Mercedes..."

"But it has four wheels, an engine, and can go vroom-vroom, right?" she smiles as you open the passenger side door for her. She gives you a peck on the cheek before slipping inside.

You stand there for a moment and realize that she picked you to go home with her, knowing you can definitely go "vroom-vroom"! With excitement your steps, you rush to the other side of the car. "Where to?" you ask as you sit down and grab the seat belt.

She tells you her address and you it is in the more nicer and trendy part of downtown. She must make very good money to live in that neighborhood!

"By the way, I'm not really Ginger," she tells you as you pull out of the parking lot.

"Oh? You look like a ginger to me," you chuckle.

"It's my nickname, silly!" she giggles, playing with a lock of her long red hair. "I'm Sienna."

"It's nice to meet you, Sienna," you smile, offering your hand to shake hers. "I'm Craig."

"I think we met before..."

"Yeah, quite intimately," you turn to wink at her. She blushes as almost as red as her hair.

Earlier you would have wanted to drive quickly back to her place but the two of you enjoy having a conversation learning about each other. You tell her about your job and hobbies while she reveals that she got into the erotic body massage business almost two years ago when she could not find any acting or modeling work.

"It pays very well," Sienna admits, looking out the window at nothing in particular. "I know I won't be doing this forever so I'm saving up to start my own business."

"What kind of business?" you ask.

"Not a massage parlor, that's for sure!" she laughs. "A talent agency."

"Reality hit me that I wasn't going to make it was a runway model or Hollywood actress," she replies, looking back at you. "They want someone five years younger than me!"

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, it's the nature of the business where they value the latest young girl and consider anyone older than twenty-five a has-been," she sighs.

"But you're gorgeous!" you blurt out.

"Thank you," she smiles and leans over to give you a kiss on the cheek, "but that's reality for women these days. Besides I do want to get married and have kids before I hit the big three-oh!"

"Um..." you glance at her with a bit of nervousness.

"Oh, I don't mean we're going to Las Vegas to get hitched tonight so you can knock me up!" she laughs. "I maybe a redhead but I'm not that crazy!"

You smile back at her but her words "...I'm not that crazy!" lingers in your head. You think fucking her again is worth the risk of finding out exactly how crazy she is.

"Where should I park?" you ask as you pull up to a luxurious condo tower.

"Even though I don't have a car I do have a parking spot," she answers and points to the entrance to the underground garage while pulling out a fob from her purse.

You drive around the parkade, noting the number of high end cars parked, and look for her stall. You park between a Lexus sedan and a Porche SUV and realize that if you leave your windows rolled down you would be safe from being robbed. After you turn off the engine and set the parking brakes on, Sienna stops you before you open your door.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"I thought I would give me chauffeur a tip," she purrs, rubbing her hand along your crotch.

"Here? Now?" you stutter, looking around to see if anyone was around.

"Why not?" she smirks.