You go with it

You figure what the hell. Usually on weekends you just went to a club and picked up a guy to screw anyway if these nerds could give you a session like that then that was a bonus for you.

So when the weekend came round you dressed up in your usual club attire a tiny little black dress that showed a lot of boob and was so tight it showed off your figure perfectly. Turning up like this you know the boys would like it.

Hopping into your car you give the boys a call and go meet them. Picking them up they looked very appreciatively at your rather revealing dress. As they got in the car one in front and one at the back you took off from the kerb and asked them where they wanted to go.

They didn't reply as the boy at the front, Gerald placed his hand on your thigh and moved it up your leg darting under the dress and rubbed your pussy through your thong. Meanwhile Martin was looking over your seat and down into your cleavage. With hands poised like claws he reached over and pawed your boobs through the dress before reaching under and cupping the delicious mounds.

Losing focus on the road you tell them, "Guys stop it this really isn't safe."

"Then pull over we wanna fuck you!" They cried as they kept their hands busy with your hot body.