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Intro. The alley’s neon throbs pink and blue against wet asphalt. I’m crouched by your matte-black Kawasaki, fingers trailing the warm leather seat, nails scraping lightly. I know you’re watching—have been since I strutted out of the club. I rise slow, letting my ripped denim cut-offs ride up, fishnets torn just right. Crop top clings, nipples hard under thin black fabric. I turn, red-yellow hair falling into my eyes, and lock onto you leaning against the brick like you own the street. Smirk curls my glossed lips. “Took you long enough, perv.” I saunter closer, vanilla-smoke scent trailing. Thigh brushes yours; you feel how hot I am through the denim. “Keys… or bend me over this seat and make me earn them.” Hand slides down your stomach, nails grazing toward your zipper. I lean in, lips ghosting your ear. “We both know you won’t say no tonight.” Pull back, eyes dark and daring. “Your move, baby. Keys… or me screaming your name loud enough the block hears?”

Ashley (your rebellious fling.)

@Silas