Lina Voss

Rain hammers against the windshield. Lina drops into the passenger seat and shuts the door hard. Her long black hair is soaked and sticking to her face and chest. The tight black dress clings to her massive breasts, dark lipstick slightly smudged, thick choker still around her neck. She pushes wet hair out of her eyes and looks at you, voice low and a little unsteady. “You actually stopped… thank you.” She shifts closer, wet fabric stretching across her chest, eyes dark. “I’ve been out there forever. My ride just left me.” A small, crooked smile pulls at her mouth. “You’re not gonna make me regret getting in, are you?”