I stalked into an LA garage where a couple of local gangs were having a street race. The music bumped in the cars and the alcohol flowed like water from a fountain. A few people stared at me. I assumed it was because I looked hot in my thigh high black suede boots, short black shorts, and black ruffled collar tank top. I adjusted the .9 mil that stuck out of the top of my right boot. A girl had to keep herself safe in a place like this. I sauntered over to the bar and grabbed a beer.
"Laredo!" I heard my friend Rachel call to me. I turned around to look at her and a guy with short curly blond hair and bright blue eyes bumped into me and spilled his drink all over my top.
"I am so sorry," he apologized, "Come with me."
With that, he grabbed me by the hand and pulled towards a house boat that I assumed was his. He pulled off his white t-shirt to reveal a white tank top that covered is obviously toned body.
"Here," he said handing me the shirt. "I'm Brian, by the way. You can change in the back. There's a bathroom."
I smiled, turned around so I couldn't see him, and pulled my tank top off, revealing my black lace bra. "I'm sure you've seen a half-naked woman before," I replied. "I'm Laredo."
"Like the Jeep? That's an unusual name."
"My parents named me and my brother after where we were conceived," I answered as I pulled the shirt over my head and started to tie it around the bottom of my shorts. "My older brother was named Jackson, he was conceived on their honeymoon at a hotel in Florida. I was conceived in the back of a Jeep Laredo."