Possessed by a starnger

"Do you normally get into cars with strangers?"

"Oh my God, you are a killer, aren't you?"

He laughed, "no. I have a reputation to uphold."

"Do you normally pick up random chicks at the bar?"

"No, tonight I decided to live a little. That wasn't even my usual spot, but I had to clear my head."

"And you decided that losing yourself in my pussy would help."

"Pussy is such a raw word."

"Sorry, vagina."

"Would you like something to eat before we get there?"

“Hmm, sure."

I don't know what it was, but oddly, being in this Mercedes didn't scare me as much as it should have.

After picking up something to eat, and getting to his place. I forgot all about the possibility of him being either, a killer or a trafficker.

"This is your place?" I asked, spinning around the foyer to his penthouse."

"It is."

I rushed over to a large glass window to watch the street below.

"We are really high