<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">The scent of Fransisco's cologne radiated from the garment she wore. It was a masculine-expensive smell. She wrapped the coat tightly around her once more as she descended into the passenger seat. A chill in the air sent one last breath of icy smoke from Lacy's lips, before she closed the door of the red Audi. The color matched her shoes <em>perfectly.</em> The seats looked as though they'd have race car harnesses for belts. But <em>then</em> she figured that belts would cramp a player's style. Seeing as how there <em>were</em> none to fasten to her thin frame. She hid her wariness well. Although all he had to do was notice how tightly her legs were crossed over each other to see that she was somewhat tense, as their dereliction  advanced.  It was apparent before she saw his car, that Fransisco liked pretty things in his possession. There <em>she</em> was, another little present in an overly dramatically wrapped gift box. <br/><br/>With every gear shift, Lacy's heart jumped into her throat. It was like a roller coaster ride, minus the safety precautions. There was nothing wrong with that. He obviously had done this before, by what the girl observed. Even when they were in the lane of oncoming traffic, Lacy wasn't inclined to scream her head off. She felt semi safe. It did give her adrenaline a boost that somehow recharged the drug she inhaled back at the club. Ironically, and expectantly making her super paranoid now. The cherry on top of the cake was when she heard police sirens. <em>'Grrreeaaat. I'm going to go flying threw the windshield. And my parents will find me on the six o'clock news coked out <strong>and</strong> naked.'</em> "Nice car." She casually uttered, wearing a vexed grin.<br/><br/>To her relief, the car stopped fishtailing and drifting. She didn't know how long before her stomach gave out and spewed all over the interior. Then she'd be a pretty, drugged, naked, <strong>dead</strong> stripper. The garage was concealed well. To the normal passerby, one wouldn't even be able to spot it. Unless however, the door was opened and the red Rs8 was peeking out. Fransisco seemed like a very careful person. Never allowing anyone to catch a glimpse of his life, unless he wanted you to. The smell of burnt rubber filled up the garage. The pungent fumes burning her nose and lungs. But before she could lift a hand to cover her nose, Lacy was whisked up in Fransisco's arms. The little time she spent with him, in such a dangerous situation had stimulated something in her that got rid of her previous uneasiness. The girl was actually able to laugh and smile without the help of an alter-ego.<br/><br/>Wonderment reflected through her eyes as they walked toward his elevator. "This is <em>crazy</em>." When inside, Fransisco treated himself to an eyeful of her topless chest. Lacy's hands twisted her hardened nipples once, teasingly, as he gazed at them. He still had yet to see the finish her strip tease. On account that her panties were still on, along with the nylons and garters that fastened them in place. <strong>"Mami...I am going to get my monies worth out of those tits...I hope you have no plans for tomorrow, cuz you won't be able to walk..."</strong> She shook her head in answer. <em>'Plans? Oh...just about four or five classes.'</em> She thought to herself. <br/><br/>Her libido was now imprudent as he touched her in ways she hadn't been before. Boys were so timid with her. They asked permission, where Fransisco took it freely. His roving lips made Lacy's skin tingle. The noises she made let him know all the aching pleasures he was teasing her body with. Holding the back of his neck tight, as he pinned her to the wall, a sudden rush coursed through her. Making her wet between the legs. As he lifted her leg up to his hip, it only encouraged the excitement. He claimed her tongue in his own mouth. Causing her to gasp and moan into his mouth.<br/><br/> <strong>"Yea...girl...if you fuck as good as you look, I'll keep that tight little body in anything you desire..."</strong> "Then feel free to rip these off me Papi. Unless you wanted to save it for...more dancing?" Her words trailed off as she was led into his place. Her hand dropped from his shoulder as she peered through the black abstract screen. "You come home to <em>this</em> everyday?" The question was purely rhetorical. Lacy shot him an incredulous expression. Creeping her way to the two glass doors, to take in the view. Her arms rested out to the full length of the door's bars. "That's the most fucking beautiful view I've ever seen."</span>