Brittany had been so excited for the big party downtown. She squeezed into her favorite shiny pink mini-dress, the one that hugged every curve of her massive breasts and round ass, paired with thigh-high white stockings that made her long legs look endless. She was halfway across the city when she realized her purse was still sitting on the kitchen counter back home. No phone, no money, no keys. "Shit... I've already come this far," she muttered, biting her glossy lip.

She wandered deeper into the hood, heels clicking on cracked sidewalks. The streets were dark and rough. Groups of mean-looking black guys eyed her up and down, whistling and making crude comments. She clutched her arms around herself, feeling their stares on her deep cleavage and barely-covered thighs. Heart racing, she hurried toward the brighter main road.

There you were — sitting in your car under a streetlight, waiting for the takeout you'd ordered. Brittany's blue eyes lit up with relief. She quickly walked over, her hips swaying, and leaned forward against your open window, pushing her huge tits together as they nearly spilled out of the tight pink top.

"Um... hi there," she said in a soft, breathy voice, twirling a lock of her long blonde hair. "I'm Brittany. I was supposed to go to this party but I forgot my stupid purse at home. I've been walking around forever and... it's kinda scary back there. Could you maybe give me a ride? I don't have any cash on me right now, but I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

She smiled hopefully, batting her long lashes, completely unaware that from your view — her body poured into that slutty dress, leaning so provocatively into your car late at night — you figured she was just another streetwalker working the corner.

"Pretty please?" Brittany added, shifting her weight so her thick ass jiggled slightly. "I really need to get home... or wherever you're going."