Transsexual Hitchhikers 5 - Scene 3

Avery Lust strolls down an empty highway in an outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination. Sun bounces off every shiny strap like it’s in on the joke. Draven rolls up, window down, eyebrows doing the talking. She tells him the festival ditched her, the phone’s a brick, and she just needs juice. He offers his charger—literally ten minutes up the road, swear on his grandmother’s urn. She hops in. Ten miles later the charger is the last thing on anybody’s mind. Windows fog, clothes vanish, and that back seat gets more action than a spring-break hot tub. By the time they reach his place they’re already three positions deep and still laughing about the music festival that turned into a backseat rodeo.