Road Trip

Kristen Scott’s phone lights up with another message. Alex De La Flor is quick with the pics, each one hotter than the last. Kristen’s cheeks burn. She fires back a line about traveling with Carter Cruise, hoping it sounds impressive. Alex bites. Vegas is next week—maybe they should meet in Baker first. Alex is blunt: she’s down to fuck. Kristen slams the laptop shut, throat tight, convinced she’ll die a virgin. Later, Carter’s bedroom smells like weed and new vinyl. Aidra Fox leans in close whenever Carter spins a track, clearly smitten. Kristen shows her latest shots, but Aidra’s not buying it. “Stick to plants,” she teases, “people won’t make you a virgin for long.” Kristen fires back—there’s a model named Alex who wants her in Baker. Carter perks up. Baker’s not far; they’re leaving in the morning. The drive is hot asphalt and bass. In a gas-station lot Aidra finally says it: she wants Carter. Carter recoils—whatever vibe Aidra feels isn’t there. Aidra storms off, finds Kristen instead. Kristen tells her she’s gorgeous, that anyone would be lucky. Aidra’s hurt flips fast; suddenly she’s leaning in, but she stops herself. The whole point is getting Kristen laid. Baker’s motel room is small and bright. Alex stretches across the bed while Kristen lifts the camera, hands shaking. Alex crawls closer, lips parted. Their kiss lands soft, then wrong. Kristen pulls back. Alex looks stung until Kristen blurts the truth: she and the friend who drove her here might be falling for each other. Right then Aidra bursts in, eyes wild, refusing to let Kristen go through with a stranger. Alex studies them both, smirks, and says if feelings are already on the table, why stop? Carter appears in the doorway, trying to keep the peace, but Alex is already sliding the covers down. Four bodies tumble together—Kristen and Aidra first, mouths hungry, hands greedy. Tongues trace breasts, fingers slip between thighs. They trade places, licking and grinding until the sheets stick. When it’s over Kristen’s chest heaves, skin flushed, no longer wondering when it will finally happen.