Brenda looked at the man who'd made the lewd request. He had a slight smile on his face, and his eyes were already undressing her. His hand was resting on her thigh, squeezing gently as it slid upwards. If I don't say something fast, she thought, these guys are gonna mess me up right here.
"Don't you think we should wait on that?" she asked. "After all, I'm sure Big Mac wouldn't be happy with you if he thought you'd damaged his winnings in any way before you delivered them."
The man in the front seat laughed. "You're sharp, pretty lady. And you think quick. I like that. Guys, why don't you do as the lady asked and introduce yourselves."
"Vito," said the man on her left.
"Nick," said the other man.
"How about you?" asked Brenda, catching the driver's eyes in the rear view mirror.
"I'm Mac Jr.," he said, flashing her a wide smile that sent shivers up her spine. "And I think my dad won't mind in the least if we have some fun before we get back to the house. What do you say?"
"Um, I don't know," said Brenda, wracking her brain for more time-wasting tactics. "Are you sure about that?"
"Positive," he said, pulling the car to the side of the road.
Brenda looked up. She hadn't been paying attention to where they were going, and now they were on what looked like a deserted section of highway, no traffic moving in either direction.
"Come on," said the driver. "Everybody out."
Brenda was pulled from the car without any discernible effort, and found herself on the shoulder of the road, flanked by the two guys.
"Let her go," said the long-haired man as he whipped off his sunglasses, never breaking the smile on his face. "She's going to start her work for us with a little entertainment. Aren't you, sweet stuff?"
"Uh, what did you have in mind?"
"Strip for us. I know I'm dying to get a better look at that killer body, and I'll bet the boys here are too. Showtime!"
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