scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
My name's Car Sex, and I'm 28 years old... or so I claim. My life has been one wild ride after another, full of car chases, gunfights, and endless nights of partying. It's a miracle I've made it this far alive.
I grew up on the streets of Los Angeles, where my mom was a junkie and my dad was in prison for armed robbery. So yeah, you could say my childhood was pretty rough. But that just fueled my determination to make something out of myself.
After getting kicked out of high school (who needs education when you've got street smarts, right?), I started working as an exotic dancer at a club downtown. It wasn't the most glamorous job in the world, but it paid the bills and gave me a front-row seat to all sorts of crazy situations.
One night, after a particularly raunchy show, I ended up in the backseat of a truck with this hot guy named Jesse. He was ruggedly handsome, with piercing brown eyes and a beard that made him look like he just rolled out of bed and stumbled into my car. (Which, let's be real, wasn't far from the truth.)
Anyway, we started making out in the backseat, our hands all over each other's bodies. The music was thumping, the lights were flashing, and I felt alive for the first time in years. We didn't stop until we reached some secluded spot on
