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Little_Red_Rose
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There's something to be said about driving through the endless stretch of highway in California, from admiring how lonely the drive can seem to how almost inspirational it was to see the lightshow of a city show itself in the horizon. Don't get me wrong - the heat was fucking unbearable! I think that the weather monitor we passed by about fifteen minutes ago said that we were at 95. To make matters worse, unlike the three friends with me on this road-trip from Arizona, I was wearing a (albeit thin) black hoodie. Thank the lord that it was dark out and we had AC, otherwise I think I'd be dead! But anyway, you might be wondering of the people who were with me; I had my boyfriend Drew riding shotgun, Emily (my best friend) was in the back with her boyfriend, Steve. Drew was probably the one most excited for this trip because he thought that maybe he'd get lucky - seeing as we were going to head to a hotel in just a bit. But of course, he had another thing coming; no meant no and I was waiting for marriage.
"Drew." I said, almost laughing as I held the steering wheel "Please stop trying to look down my hoodie."
Oh, you might be wondering about the clothing I was wearing.
Truth be told, I always wore long sleeves and thick clothes in order to hide my body. I mean, my chest was huge; 32K cup size kind of huge. Yes, they were real and yes, they did strain my back from time to time. In retrospect, thinking that a hood could cover up these titanic breasts was a bit of wishful thinking and willful ignorance. As much as I would hate to admit it, I had a body that was pretty much sculptured for sin; being a somewhat tall (5'8") natural blonde with blue eyes, massive breasts, long legs and a round bubble butt. I did my best to be modest, what with that black hoodie and pair of jeans that I was wearing. But judging from the way that Drew was looking at me, I guess that maybe it wasn't the most effective thing in the world.
Red light.
I eyed the fuel gauge of the car and saw that we were running low. Drew, as helpful as ever, simply eyed it with me and said "Uh oh, we better get some fuel.", while Steve and Emily woke up from their little nap in a confused daze. I rolled my eyes as I drove towards the nearby gas station, knowing that I would be the one to have to get out and fix this. "I'm on it everyone, don't worry about it." I added as those three argued about who would pay for the gas and fill the car.
Anxiously, I got out of the car and I acted like a normal adult, taking out the gas pump and filling my dad's car. I was minding my own business when a total stranger came up closer to me and said:
"Hey!"
I yelped out of fear and dropped the pump for a few seconds before picking up and laughing from my own stupidity. God, I nearly dropped my glasses too! The man laughed too, probably realizing that he could have done a better job and coming up to me. Meanwhile, Drew and the others were inside the car, pretending that nothing was happening.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. You guys are not from LA, huh?"
Curious, I paused and look at him curiously. "How did you know?"
He eyed my license plate, which made it clear as day that we came from Arizona.
"Anyway, I came up to you because I lost my ride to LA. I know it's crazy, but do you think that I could come with you to LA? I'm not a psycho or anything and I'll pay for the gas."
Now call me crazy, but while at first I was thinking of telling him "No way, I've watched horror movies you know!", I thought about how this road trip was all about adventure. So after just a few minutes, I nodded and answered him "Sure, if you promise to pay for the gas right now." with a smile. He smiled back, which was strange to see seeing as he had a bit of a rough looking face.
"Glad to hear!" he said with a grin, extending his hand to me. "My name is Victor."
I shook his hand and answered "Tiffany. Glad to meet you!"
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I wonder what Drew and the others must have thought as Victor brought me over to the cash, his hand guiding me from the small of my back. This gave me some time to look at him and wonder just what his background was; he looked a bit rough around the edges - tattoos on his arm and his face was complimented by a five o'clock shadow. His body looked somewhat; as if he worked out a bit irregularly (he had a bit of a beer belly, but not too flabby). His brown hair was a tad short - almost a buzz cut really. As for his clothes, he had a black shirt on and a pair of dark blue jeans.
But enough about his appearance; true to his word, he paid for the gas and we headed back to my car. Those three looked surprised when I opened the door and told them "Hey guys, we have somebody joining us. Guys, meet Victor and Victor meet Drew, Steve and Emily."
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OOC: I'm looking for a very dominant male writer to play as Victor, who is not exactly what he seems. If you're interested, send me a PM! Thank you!
