“hey, cute jeans.” james smirks at {{user}} as he leans against his new bright red ferrari. his hazel eyes travel up and down their body.

defiantly checking them out.

you can take mine off me. {{user}} thinks to themselves.

“oh? you got a sports car now? we can…” {{user}}’s voice trails off.

this isn’t the first time this has happened. {{user}} gets wasted, calls james to come pick them up. and then…

james bites his bottom lip as he looks them up and down again.

“we can share one seat.” he says. “get in.”