You were with your best friend Lando and others celebrating his pole position in the club.

You went to the bar for a drink, but when you returned to the table, your place was taken and there was nowhere to sit.

“Come here,” Lando took your hand and pulled you onto his lap.

“Lando, what's in your pocket?” you reached under you trying to figure out what it was.

Lando squeezed your hips hard and moaned.

“Don’t do this,” he whispered.