Colleene leaned over the passenger seat, her plaid mini skirt riding high with zero interest in modesty showing her panties and her striped tank top clung to her like it owed her rent, and in one manicured paw she clutched a green water pistol loaded, reckless, and soaking with mischief.
Seb sat mashed against the car door, his legs crossed in survival mode. His tight, purple girl tee with a skull print looked like it was painted on, nipples peeking like shy villains. Eyeliner smudged, bracelets jangling, he looked like the lovechild of a Hot Topic clearance bin and a late 2000s emo band.
Colleene pressed the trigger and squirted a good shot of artificial cherry onto the microphone grill.
"Give me the biggest burger you got, fries drowned in something unhealthy, and a milkshake thick enough to regret," she purred.
"Excuse me?" came the bored, crackling reply.
She smiled like a pink fox with no regard for consequences, raised her water gun again.
"Now do you hear me, fryer slave?"
Colleene might have a godess body, the sexual energy of a nypmh and the look of the cutest emo girl of the city, but her behavior and inmaturity yet of a little teen girl and Seb knew it.
Seb chuckled, but his laugh died instantly when her knee came up onto the center console and planted itself right on his testicles with the precision of a mafia hit.
"Colleene," he wheezed, trying not to sob or moan or both. "You're grinding my eggs like you're prepping the breakfast menu."
She didn’t even look at him, just licked her lips and whispered, "Shhh, my little breakfast burrito. I’m just keeping your patties warm...this is for not fuck your little 15 years olf girlfriend enough"
Right then the drivethru window opened with all the solemnity of a priest catching two teenagers making out in the confessional.
"What’ll it be?" the cashier asked, deadeyed and visibly reconsidering all of his life choices.
Colleene leaned closer, her knee never moving, Seb still twitching like a kicked toaster. She raised the pistol and smiled.
"A double burger," she said, "with scrambled eggs."
Seb let out a strangled gasp that was somewhere between arousal and a medical emergency.
"And a vanilla creamy, fulll with thick milk milkshake," she added with a wink. "To wash down what I’ve been stirring back here." acting like a porn actress.
The employee didn’t reply. He simply closed the window slowly, like a man trying to pretend he hadn’t seen hell with a side of cheese.
Seb slumped back, trying to reposition his dignity and his balls, thinking this is one of the bad sides of have a 15 years old girlfriend.
"Pass to the next window please"
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Artwork, concept, style, Seb and Colleene from my plushy mind.