My palms were sweating as I gripped the steering wheel, the hum of the highway the only sound breaking the uncomfortable silence in the car. Beside me, Amy was humming along to the radio, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the window frame. At twenty-six, I’d never been what anyone would call experienced, and at seven inches uncut, I knew I had nothing special to offer physically either. Yet here I was, on a road trip with the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on—a bombshell blonde with curves in all the right places and a smile that could melt steel.

“You know,” she said suddenly, catching me off guard. “I’ve always wanted to see if I could make someone as shy as you enjoy watching me get fucked by a bunch of strangers.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. That wasn’t what I expected her to say. “W-what?”

She turned those piercing blue eyes toward me, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m just teasing… mostly.” Then she lifted her tank top slightly, revealing the Queen of Spades tattoo on her hip. “See this?”

I nodded, trying to keep my eyes on the road.

“It’s my trophy,” she explained, her voice dropping lower. “Every time a new guy hits on me, I imagine adding another card to my deck. But it’s more than that—it’s a symbol of what I really crave.”