Five-Star Treatment

Sofi Ryan fits the party-girl mold to a tee: blond, bubbly, bouncing like she never got the memo that life can be serious. After learning the ropes slinging lattes in skimpy bikinis at a Seattle drive-thru, LA’s rubberized streets were a no-brainer next stop: behind the wheel of her own Boober ride. Driving, flashing, getting paid—what’s not to love? Today she loads up Filthy Rich, schoolteacher whose sedan is getting new tires. He slumps into the backseat, then straightens so fast his neck cracks; those big Double-D naturals are already up front doing more work than the radio. A few reds later his palms are cupping warm flesh, lips sealed around a stiff nipple while the car weaves through suburbia. Sofi reaches back, frees his cock, and wraps her fingers around it like it’s the world’s most eager gear shift. He throbs; she giggles. Decision time. She pulls into the next driveway, kills the motor, and drags him inside for the full-service treatment. Five stars, automatically. That’s why you call Boober.