the car dealership

You strut onto the outside lot of the dealership, your bouncing boobs and long bared legs catching the eye of every salesman stolling the asphalt.

You smile sweetly as you see each man, feeling the power of your half-dressed bod working on each.

You stroll over to the line of expensive sportscars, admiring the brightly colored machines as you glide your hand over the hood of each one as you make your way down the line. You stop at a bright yellow Lamborghini with gull-wing doors. The men watch incredulously as you have to bend low to check out the car's interior. Your long-stemmed legs still straight, your pink-pantied ass is on full display as you bend at the waist. They watch as the black pleats of your miniskirt snap back and forth over your exposed ass in the wind, just like the pennants strung above you.

It's all the men can do to keep from stepping forward and ripping down those panties and porking that wiggling ass.

You suddenly twirl around to come face to face with the head salesman. His eyes are staring down into the exposed cleavage of your blouse as you step forward, fondling his crotchbulge, and ask,