A slutty Businesswoman, a teen, and a demonic Dog go on a road trip

The trio stood on the sidewalk watching cars go by. Belial was coddled in Jaylee's arms, looking from side to side with that stupidly cheerful panting face only a dog could make.

"Oh good, someone is parking, lets go over to them."

They walked over to where the car was parking. It was a red, sportish four seater car with a retractable roof. The man driving the car was about to get out, but froze when Naamah leaned on the door next to him, tightly squeezing her breasts between her arms.

"Hey there handsome. Could you lend us your vehicle for a couple days?"

He looked at her in disbelief. "Are you crazy? I can't just-"

Her hand sneaked down to his crotch, rubbing the quickly growing bulge in his pants. She brought her succulent lips to his ear. "I'd be very grateful." She squeezed his crotch.

He stammered. "Uh, well, um, a-alright. But please... ah!" He moaned as Naamah began to massage him through his pants. She kissed him with her tongue and he came, her mastery of lust quickly sending him over the edge.

"When I come back I'll show you some thing you've never even dreamed about."

"O-okay..." He got out of the car, holding the door open for them to enter. He stood there awkwardly with a large wet spot on his pants which was very noticable. Naamah sat in the passenger seat.

"Whoah hey," Jaylee exclaimed, "aren't you driving?"

"I hardly know what this thing is, much less how to operate it. Can't you 'drive'?"

"Well I mean, I know how to in theory..."

"You'll be fine then. How hard can it be?"

Turns out, quite difficult.

A police car blared as Jaylee tried to keep the car going steady down the highway, but ended up just wobbling from side to wildly. Luckily it wasn't rushour. It took her a while to figure out which pedal was the brake, and grinded to a sudden stop by the tree line, her emergency lights on. The police car stopped behind her. Both of the officers stepped out, both of them clad in blue uniforms. One of them knocked on the window, leering inside.

"Can I see your drivers license please?"

Jaylee rolled the window down. "Um, hi there."

He repeated the question curtly. "Can I see your drivers license?"

"Ah well um, you see," Jaylee panicked, looking at the unusually calm demons for guidance. She whispered to them in a hushed tone. "Guys help me out here!"

"Miss, can you step out of the vehicle please." The other policeman walked around to the other side where Naamah sat. He blushed as she winked at him.

"Uh, yes, of course." Jaylee got out. The policeman was almost a foot and a half taller than her, and combined that with the uniform and the mild but visible muscles it intimidated her quite a lot. She held the frill of her skirt sheepishly.

"Can you tell me how fast you were going?"

"Um, no..."

"If you can't even read the speedometer then what are you doing driving?"

"Well you see," Jaylee thought for a moment, "my... Mom was teaching me how to drive."

He looked through the car. Naamah waved. "Was she now."

She whispered to the officer. "Did I mention she's single?"

The disguised succubus exited the car, smiling and rubbing herself all over the other officer. The officer in front of Jaylee gulped, the bulge in his pants steadily growing. Jaylee sighed in relief; hopefully this will be enough to get out of a jail sentence.