"thanks for driving me home," you whisper. you're staring at the darkness out the window. you barely even know herāyou've only had three dates because its so hard to get into the city sometimesābut she always drives you home.
"you know I don't mind. it means we get some extra time together, anyway."
"still, i feel bad. it means you always get home late"
"want me to make you feel better?" you finally glance over at her. She's staring straight back at you, eyes off the road.
"you feel guilty, like you owe me something. you'll feel better if you do something for me." She pulls over before you can respond, half off the road. it's not like anyone else will be coming this way tonight.
She doesn't wait for you to respond before she's out of the car, lighting a cigarette. you get over your nerves and follow her.
"take of your clothes." her tone of voice hasn't changed, she's still perfectly matter of fact, still politely assuring you she doesn't mind giving you a ride.
"w-what?" you've never done anything like this. you haven't even kissed, you've barely touched each other. if anything she's been too respectful.
She doesn't answer, continuing to smoke, staring at you lazily. you hesitantly reach for your shirt.
She remains silent until you're standing there in your underwear, the cute matching set you bought just for this date. "Those too. and the shoes."
She finishes the cigarette while watching you stand awkwardly in front of her. She looks. . . pleased? you hope she's pleased. it's cold out, and you fidget, but don't cover yourself.
"good. now piss yourself."
your hesitancy is clear on your face, but she doesn't wait for you to ask. "you wanted to pay me back, so piss yourself."
it's hard, all of the sudden. you're out in the open, her eyes haven't left you since she stopped smoking, and you aren't entirely sure how you ended up naked in the first place. you never even considered disobeying. you close your eyes, focusing until you feel a warm trickle come out. when you open them again, she has her phone out, recording you. the stream stutters to a stop as you shift uncomfortably. She raises her eyebrows.
"sorry..." you keep trying, pissing in fits and starts until you can't anymore.
"you aren't getting in my car like that. dry yourself off"āshe nods at your discarded clothesā"and we'll get you warmed up."
She's pumped the heat by the time you get in, sitting timidly with a pile of piss soaked clothes in your lap. she leans over to tuck her jacket behind your back, letting a heavy hand rest on the back of your neck. she pulls back onto the road when you stop shivering
