Chapter 5: To Vegas
The red car quickly moved through the streets, gusts of wind blowing on its passengers' faces while the sun caressed their skin. At least now Arnold could relax a bit, letting his reflexes control the car while he made small talk with his majestic companion. He still had to keep his eyes from shifting focus to Leo's nudity, but his fear of crashing the car was greater than his lust, so for now it was alright. The countess herself also took an opportunity to rest from her agitation, raising her hands up high to breathe in the cool wind. When they turned toward the sun and headed out of town, Arnold offered her sunglasses, but she declined.
"I prefer enjoying the sun fully. Even if it's not Sanflarian, the Many-eyed God still looks upon me as we speak," the blonde said, closing her eyes and letting the sunlight envelop her whole.
She must've done this often, judging by her clean, pretty tan. Arnold made an awkward joke about religion, then felt his lack of social skills showing and decided to turn on the radio. The local news reported about a recent sandstorm, a PR disaster involving a senator, and then mentioned a blonde streaker riding around the town in a red convertible.
"What's a streaker?" Leo asked in confusion.
"Uh, not sure, some radio slang, I suppose," Arnold took the safe route, not sure if explaining this would satisfy or anger the countess.
The news got replaced by music, and while Leo was skeptical at first, the American hits soon caught her attention and even made her move her head in rhythm. On this funky note, the duo rode into the desert, watching as fewer and fewer town buildings flew by. Arnold even allowed himself to add some speed, enjoying how Leo's tits jumped up and down due to the car's poor suspension.
"Ha, is that fast for you? Milran is waiting! How about you show me real speed, Earth boy?!" the countess glanced at him with a challenge.
Usually, the clerk would've quietly declined, but right now, as he was driving with a gorgeous blonde beside him, he felt in control for a moment and didn't want this feeling to slip away. That's what driving a hot date home must've felt like for those bullies in high school! So he accelerated even more, then barely retained control over the car as it moved off the road into the sand for a second.
A stressful moment, but it was fine... until the duo heard a loud popping sound and felt the convertible moving slower, as if it just got into mud. The clerk pressed the brakes and walked out of the vehicle when it stopped, trying to figure out the problem. Unfortunately, the worst assumption turned out to be true: one of the front tires got punctured and already began deflating.
"If all of your inventions are so feeble, I won't have problems freeing Milran," Leo shook her head as she sat on the seats' backs to see more clearly.
"Well, at least we didn't lose an entire wheel, positive thinking, he-he," Arnold tried reassuring his companion or, rather, himself.
The countess ignored his words and looked around to find anything that could help. Then a smile appeared on Leo's face, and she pointed at a distant sign.
"Look, there is a car on it. Just what we need, right?"
"Well, not exactly. It's a car dealership, not a service... But they should have a spare tire or two."
The blonde nodded, then jumped out of the car and bolted right to the sign. Arnold could barely keep up with her phase. Sweat engulfed his entire body in seconds as he stepped on the hot, very hot asphalt under the Nevada sun. Leo's nakedness even made the clerk a bit jealous, though he'd never dare to walk on the road barefoot like she fearlessly did right now. Soon, a large, filled parking lot surrounded by several old-looking buildings came into view, but there were no people around. The business didn't seem to be booming.
The blonde reached it first but waited at a barrier, wondering whether it meant that the place was closed. Arnold jumped on the opportunity to help and explained that it was only for cars, so they entered and began looking for the owner. Instead, they found rows and rows of used cars, standing here quietly like on a graveyard.
"Well, I'll give you that, you do have design variety," Leo looked over the old vehicles, admitting she was a little impressed.
"Oh, customers! Good day, hello!" A voice rang out from behind the cars.
The duo turned out to see a middle-aged, chubby man with eager sparks in his eyes. He was unshaved and wore a wrinkled jacket, clearly not expecting anyone. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on Leo, who stood with her hand on her hip like a model posing for an erotic photo. This only made the man more excited, and he ran up to the duo, offering deals before they could even say a word.
"I'm honest Peter, from honest Peter's vehicles! Great to see you here!"
"Apologies, there might be a misunderstanding. We're just here because we need help," Arnold shook his head, cautious about the salesman's enthusiasm.
"Of course, that's what I'm here for. You're young, successful," he threw an awkward glance at Leo's boobs, "you're naked... You want a car with a radio, right?"
"Actually, we already have a car. I took care of it myself," the blonde smirked, "we're just missing a tire, that's all."
Honest Peter's enthusiasm instantly went out as he realized that this CMNF couple wasn't looking for a deal. The man began talking about the tires being expensive and him not wanting to dismantle the cars, finding a way out of helping the two.
"Don't you have a stack of spare tires right there?" Leo pointed in the distance.
"That's, uh, the tire tower for decoration! You can't have them, sorry."
"I'm honest Peter, from honest Peter's vehicles! Great to see you here!"
"Apologies, there might be a misunderstanding. We're just here because we need help," Arnold shook his head, cautious about the salesman's enthusiasm.
