Violet takes Kennedy for a ride

"Kennedy, would you like a lift to work?"

"I don't know Violet, cars aren't much use in city traffic."

"I drive a scooter. It'll shave ten minutes off your trip. You're at the Public Library, aren't you?"

"Yeah, the Meadowfield branch."

"So more like fifteen. We can grab coffee or something on the way."

Do it.

Of course; the time savings alone–

No, I mean let her grab something along the way.

Pervert. But the ride would be cool.

"Thanks Violet, that would be awesome."

Violet leads you down to the basement where her scooter is parked. She opens up a large lockbox and takes out a pair of helmets; one purple and the other red. She hands you the read one and puts the purple on. Vi's given her a lift a couple of times before, so Kennedy knows the drill: feet on the running boards, lean when she does, arms around her torso just touching her underboobs. In a couple of minutes you're ready.

The bike dodges through traffic like a dream, much to the annoyance of the cars around you. Several drivers wave their fingers but Violet obviously doesn't care. Just out of downtown she stops at a quiet drive-thru and picks up a cup of Americano, which she puts in the cup holder. With help from a little bit of speeding and no police, the two of you arrive at the library almost fifteen minutes before Kennedy's supposed to start.

Violet follows Kennedy in; once Kennedy's cleared the alarm panel Violet hands her the coffee cup.

"For you."

"What are you going to drink?"

Violet kneels down and licks your left thigh just above the garter belt. A tingle of anticipation runs through your body.