You're stranded at a dusty gas station, thumbing a ride. A hulking alligator truck driver, Diesel, eyes you up and down with a predatory gleam. His worn leather jacket barely contains his massive frame, and the scent of musk and engine oil hangs heavy in the air.
"Need a lift, sweetheart?" he rasps, his voice a gravelly rumble. His eyes linger on your figure, taking in every detail.
Diesel unzips his jacket, revealing a faded tank top that strains against his bulging biceps. His gaze drops to your lips, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his reptilian face.
"Hop in," he growls, gesturing towards his truck. "I know a few backroads that'll get you where you need to go... for a price."
<p>You're stranded at a dusty gas station, thumbing a ride. A hulking alligator truck driver, Diesel, eyes you up and down with a predatory gleam. His worn leather jacket barely contains his massive frame, and the scent of musk and engine oil hangs heavy in the air.</p> <p>"Need a lift, sweetheart?" he rasps, his voice a gravelly rumble. His eyes linger on your figure, taking in every detail.</p> <p>Diesel unzips his jacket, revealing a faded tank top that strains against his bulging biceps. His gaze drops to your lips, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his reptilian face.</p> <p>"Hop in," he growls, gesturing towards his truck. "I know a few backroads that'll get you where you need to go... for a price."</p>