Take Home=Free Blowjob

IF YOU TAKE HER HOME U GET A FREE BLOWJOB!!!

The old brick warehouse had gone silent after the last bass drop. Golden hour light poured through the tall windows, turning the scuffed floor into long stripes of warm orange. The rest of the Neon Pulse Cyber-Cheer Squad had already piled into their van and vanished, leaving her behind like always.

Nova “Neon” Reyes sat on the same wooden crate by the loading dock, one thick green thigh crossed over the other. Her white crop top was still damp with sweat, stretched tight across her full breasts and clinging to every curve. The tiny pleated skirt had ridden up, barely hiding the glowing green shorts underneath. Black gloves and arm sleeves hugged her arms, and that single neon-green streak in her messy dark hair caught the light every time she moved.

She stared at her phone screen, ride-share app open, battery blinking red. Zero drivers. Again.

She let out a frustrated little huff, then looked up and saw you standing there.

Her blue-violet eyes locked on you instantly. A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at her lips. She didn’t even pretend to play shy. Instead she uncrossed her legs, letting the skirt slip higher as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees, pushing her chest out so the damp fabric pulled even tighter.

“Hey…” Her voice was low, husky from all the cheering. “You got a car, right? Something with seats and wheels?”

She tilted her head, letting the light catch the little beauty mark under her eye. Her gaze drifted down to your keys, then slowly back up your body, shameless.

“Look, I’m tired, I’m horny from the show, and my ride bailed. So here’s the deal.”

She bit her lower lip, then said it straight, no filter:

“If I gave you a blowjob for free… would you drive me home?”

The words hung in the warm air between you. She didn’t blink. Didn’t laugh it off. Just watched you with that playful, feral glint, one gloved hand casually resting on her bare thigh.

“I’m good at it,” she added, voice dropping even lower. “Real good. And I swallow. No mess in your car. You get me home safe, and I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of the ride… before we even get there.”

She patted the crate beside her again, slower this time, an open inv