❝ They seemed kind of .. dumb.. anyway. ❞ He shrugged. Looking at her in the rearview mirror as he started to pull away. He'll keep his meter from ticking up for most of the ride, since he had already hit his quota for the day.

" Malcolm. Nice to meet ya." He'd say. Occasionally making eye contact with her and flashing the woman a smile. She could trust him, but he understands if she's more than a little hesitant to do so.

For a brief moment, he's curious if she's showing herself off on purpose.. But he'll shake his head clear of those thoughts and focus on getting her home for now. " It's not bad! I get to meet new people every day. If you like driving, it's not a bad gig."

❝ Plenty of them. ❞ He'd nod. Where they were is tourist central. In fact, the people who visit are almost more numerous than the people that actually live there.

❝ I basically live in the car. But I have a small shack out on the beach. ❞ It wasn't really a shack, more of a small apartment just along the beach. He didn't like to boast about the stuff he's got, or at least he didn't to random strangers.

He took the bumpy road on purpose. He may be a pretty cool guy but he was a hell of a perv, and loved watching the bustier women almost bounce out of their tops on roads like this. " Yep! It's not a glamorous life, but it's fun."

" You seem like fun." It wasn't bouncy enough to shake her to death, but closer to a road with a bunch of unavoidable yet shallow potholes that just seem to be pretty bouncy. " We should be there soon."

He was curious about that. Every time she bounces he could have sworn that the light reflected off of something shiny under her.. but he can't quite tell what it was. " Just how much fun are you?" He'll raise an eyebrow with a smirk.

❝ You'd be surprised. Only the pornstars that come by. ❞ There were a few pornstars of note that came to visit him regularly. One of them was even Anastasia's boss, who was also on a vacation.

❝ Never met a woman named Whiskey. I do know a Champagne.❞ He'd laugh at his little joke before pulling into the parking lot of the hotel she told him to drive to. " You know her?"

❝ Oh, do you? ❞ He raises an eyebrow and turns to look over at her. If she's looking closely, she'll see the outline in his shorts. It's beginning to grow as he thinks about Champagne.

❝ Like you? ❞ He'd raise an eyebrow. He's had his fair share of dalmatians in his time. Malcolm got around, and Ana DID look familiar.. Or.. her tits did. She's the spitting image of her mother.

❝ Damn, you are just as huge as your mom. ❞ He'd say. Looking over her with a big smirk, a free hand absentmindedly groping his own junk without even thinking about it.

❝ Yeah? Then why don't you take that pretty dress off for me? ❞ At this point he was almost completely turned around in his seat. Focused solely on staring at Ana and the way she was teasing, talking and playing with her zipper.

❝ Make me wait? What for? ❞ The simplest bounce could send those babies flying out of her dress. Hell, she might as well have not been wearing it at all.

❝ Back to my place, huh? ❞ He'd smirk as well. One finger poking against her tits as he chuckled. What did he have to lose? Certainly nothing when it comes to this gorgeous dalmatian woman. The second one to come onto him. ❝ Then get up here. ❞

He's @SpxttedBeauty's biggest simp.