I stared at the side of his perfectly tanned face and white, blonde hair and wondered if I ever actually liked him or if my hormones had simply seen an opportunity to ride a hot cock. The jury was still out on the subject.

“I’m sorry too,” I lied. “I’m tired and hungry, and you know how I get when I’m hungry.” I gave him my best make-your-dick-stand-at-attention look and bit my lip for added effect.

It worked. Peter had a one-track mind and looked down at the lump in his pants. Some people often referred to a person as having a one-track mind and meant it as a joke, but with Peter, it was a fact. It was like all he thought about was how big his office was going to be and how big his cock was. One time I’d caught him taking pictures of it in the full-length mirror as he flexed, and another time. I caught him filming himself doing the helicopter. He had more photos of his cock on his phone than I did.

Playing the part, I reached over with my free hand, squeezed his leg, and instantly saw the bulge thicken in his khakis.

“We better get you something to eat then,” Peter said and squirmed in his seat. “Don’t you think?” He looked at me and then at his pants like I couldn’t put together the sexual innuendo on my own.

Peter let go of my hand and spread his legs a little wider so I could get at his belt and zipper.

“Fuck,” Peter yelled and swerved hard, forcing my hand to smash into his crotch. He yelled again as my fist collided with his precious dick, his eyes bulging out of his head at the impact.

I screamed even though I had no idea what we were avoiding. At the last moment, I spotted a large, old tow truck with one dirty light flashing and a car up on the hoist.

Everything stood still as I stared out the window at the guy by the front of the truck. My heart jumped in my chest, and my body flushed hot when the man locked eyes with me. It was only a moment, just a second, really, and yet it felt like a lifetime. All my muscles clenched in places that had nothing to do with the swerving vehicle I was in and everything to do with the look in the man’s eyes. One word flashed in my mind, dangerous, but I still looked back for as long as possible until we could no longer see each other.

“What the fuck? What is a tow truck doing out here without all the bright lights and shit?” Peter used one hand and rubbed at his deflated cock. “That hurt. Did you have to punch me?”