Y-yes sir

I take charge, this is my fault after all and quickly mutter "y-yes sir" as the other girls look at me in surprise. Tiffany blurts "no, it's okay we can call another uber!" but I've already stepped towards the car and I say "we're just going downtown. You don't mind?"

I can barely see his features in the car, dark skin and a bald head. Slight grin like he's enjoying the view.

He coos "of course sweetie" in a voice that's designed to make women swoon.

I take a deep breath and watch Tiffany and Becky slowly follow me to the same side of the car with their eyes on me, untrusting my decisions. I begin to slide in the car. I realize that I have to open my legs to fit and that I'm flashing the front seat, but he's not looking. Focused on a specific spot in his mirror. Just as my butt hits the seat the engine roars to life and takes off while Becky and Tiffany fall to the ground to avoid it. It flies at full acceleration until he taps the breaks and the door slams shut. Then it roars off down the street again.

I'm too scared to scream, my mouth opens and closes like it doesn't know what to do.

Finally I scream in the back seat "help!!!" but he turns the music up and the back seat rumbles with base. I pull at the door but it's locked. The windows won't budge either and he keeps driving down the road.

He quickly takes a series of turns that I try to follow, but the adrenalyn is rushing too fast. My body is in fight or flight. I can't flight, so I jump to the other seat so that I can see the driver and I shout over the music at him "stop the fucking car!"