“My ride left. Could you give me a ride home?” She sniffled a little bit.“I’m a little low on gas. Where do you live?”She told me and it was...not going to be a burden to do her this favor.“Sure, I can do that without running out.”I proceeded to quickly clean out the front passenger side of my car. (A co-worker of mine once commented that she thought that I drove my purse because of the type and amount of clutter in the front.) Once I deemed it suitable for her butt, I moved to allow her to enter. "It was pretty good," Sam replied. "Bike shorts?" he said curious to know why this handsome stranger had chosen to refer to him that way."Yeah, well I don't know your name but I've seen you around here before. Always in those tight little shorts," the man said. His tone had no hint of mockery and Sam even thought he heard a bit of flirtatiousness."They're perfect for riding. Plus... I can't lie, they show off my best assets," Sam said, confident in the fact that he had a great ass. Sam wasn't. Today, she was wearing one of that nice one-piece dress, I had bought her and was looking amazing. I was hardly looking at any other gal but her all the time.After shopping and having a burger each, we decided to watch a movie playing in the theater there in the same mall. We got the ticket and went inside. It was first show and there were few seats left nearby so we had the place to us. In between the movie, I thought of taking the risk and put my left hand on her thighs, to be honest on her. “Why would you do that?” Stacey was immediately suspicious.“You’ll have to do me a favor too,” he explained.“I just told you I don’t have any money. Do you want me to do your choirs for a month or something?”“Great, you’ve already got an idea on what it means to pimp yourself out.” Daryl smiled.“Pimp?” Stacey did not like the words he was using.Daryl walked over to the living room couch and sat down. He then set the yogurt cup on the coffee table and patted the spot next to himself. “Come here.