He lay in the reclined seat, watching her in absolute empty-minded astonishment as she sauntered around the front of the Ferrari. She paused by the driver door whilst she returned the bra to its enviable position, and then she opened it, sliding into the seat. She passed the used condom back to Shadow and buckled herself into the seat as she started the engine.
“You might want to sit up and zip up, stud,” she ran her tongue over the point of her canine with a lecherous grin, her eyes flicking from his lap to his face.
“F-k,” he said, about the only thing he seemed able to say eloquently. He zipped himself up, and then found the controls to right the seat, lifting it into position.