"Fasten your seatbelt!"

Laurie seems to already regret her decision to join you in the car when she notices you checking out how her school uniform clung to her teenage body, but you diffuse the situation by throwing the car into gear. "Uh, remember to buckle up," you remind her, and as a product of a hyper-protective family (and society), and thus having heard such admonitions her whole life, the girl meekly nods and complies with the suggestion.

She glances over her right shoulder, reaching back with her right arm (you can't help but notice how her pert young breasts strain against her shirt, nipples already poking against the moist fabric) before pulling the belt across her body, nestling it between her breasts and finally fastening it with a satisfying solid clunk. Then she turns forward in her seat, maintaining good posture, even smoothing down her skirt then resting her hands on her knees and smiling encouragingly across at you.

"Ready?" you ask, lifting your foot from the brake and letting the car roll forward.

"Yes, sir," Laurie replied curtly. "That's my house just over there." The car crawls forward at what she seems to interpret as far too slowly given her peeved expression.

"So do you have a boyfriend, Laurie?" you ask nonchalantly.

"My daddy doesn't think a christian girl like me should be dating yet," Laurie replied with a sigh, clearly wishing this meeting to be over.

"Oh that's too bad," you say, finally pressing on the accelerator and picking up speed. "A pretty girl should be breaking hearts and draining balls all over town." She shoots you a wide-eyed sneer of disapproval but you continue. "You know who you'd be perfect for? A nice black boy. That'd loosen you up."

"I don't think my daddy would approve of that," Laurie said with an eyeroll. "He wouldn't even want me in a car with one. Hey, you missed the turn..." the blonde gestured at the driveway they just passed, still gaining momentum.

"Well, this is a good start," you tell her, smiling as you rest your hand on her thigh. "Starting today you are going to make black men very happy, because this little body is just too much to resist."

"Stop the car, mister," she demanded, fumbling with the seatbelt latch. "I'm serious... hey, why won't this open?" Only now she notices that there is no release button, just a little hole waiting for the right key to be pushed in to set her free. Now you can hear fear in her voice. "Oh Lord in Heaven, why didn't I listen to daddy to trust your kind..."

"Sounds like your dad's got something against black men," you shake your head. "That's funny, cause I'm gonna have something inside his white daughter. Something very big."

"Please, mister, let me go, I'm too young for you," she pleads. "I must be half your age, maybe less." You ask her age, and laugh at the answer. Now ****, she seems to be ready to bargain, tugging futilely on the belt as she turns to face you, kneading her hands nervously...