Stacy followed him into the limousine. It was just her and Randy. The rest of Evolution took another one.

"I'll meet you guys later,"Randy promised. "Me and, uh, Stace are going for a joy ride." Randy pushed her into the limo. Stacy couldn't help but feel sorry for herself. What had she gotten herself into?

"Why are you doing this?"she asked him. He took out two glasses and filled it with champagne. He looked up.

"Want a glass?"She rolled her eyes. "I really like you Stacy." He slid over to her.

"Oh really. I would have never guessed,"she said sarcastically.

"Aw, come on. Having sex with me isn't a punishment,"Randy said. He started to massage her shoulders. Yet again, she didn't want to stop it.

"I know,"Stacy commented.

"You act like it is- "Randy getting deeper. He tossed her blond wavy hair to one side and began to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes and then snapped out of the transition.

"Where are you taking me?"she wondered. Randy smirked a nasty one.

"I don't think you're going to be comfortable at the hotel, so we're going to my place."Stacy stared at him.

"You live around here?"

"I live everywhere,"Randy leaned back. The limo finally stopped and the driver opened the doors. They got out and Stacy was most impressed, but she didn't want to show it. She stood in one spot. Randy came behind her and grabbed her bare thigh. "Let's go." The house was huge. He didn't tell her much.

"Do-do you want to start..."she took a gulp. "Now?" Randy looked her way and took off his suit.

"What's the rush- unless you want to start it now, and I can't blame you if you do,"he said. He unbuttoned his shirt. "I'm going to the hot tub. I would prefer you join me in this enjoyable event."

"No thanks,"she snapped.

"I said I would prefer you join me!"Randy ordered.

"Whatever. I cant. I have nothing to wear-"

"Butler! Bring Ms. Keibler the sexiest swimsuit I have!"Randy yelled.

"Really, I don't want to-"Stacy pleaded.

"Trust me. You're going to join me."The butler brought her a white swimsuit. She put it on. It was a one piece that had a V-cut down to her midriff and exposed parts of her breast. She tied her hair into a bun, letting her bangs set on her forehead( I'd imagine she looks like a naughty librarian). Stacy walked outside and saw Randy wasn't there yet. She soaked her feet in the hot tub. Stacy brought her legs up again and rested on the cement, closing her eyes, soaking in the alone time that she had. When she got back up she noticed Randy leaning against the back door, crossing his arms, just staring at her. He found it very amusing.

"Can I help you?"Stacy raised her eyebrow.

"I don't know, can you?"Randy played along. "Anyways. I see the swimsuit is working out for you."

"It works out for someone who like to expose her breasts to you,"she remarked.

"So it works out for you, I assume?"Randy kneeled. He had on his trunks and slipped in.

"Whenever you're ready, I'm willing to participate,"Randy whispered in her ear.

"What if I'm never ready?"she asked.

"But there's no if. I know you are,"he reassured. She felt so naughty around him, it was scary because she's a good girl. But he's right, the good girls do fall for the bad boys...crap. Stacy wanted to untie her hair and strip out of her clothes. She managed to maintain herself. "Do it." He stared into her hazel eyes.

"Do what?"Stacy asked again.

"You know what you what to do. I can fell it, I can sense it, I can see it in your eyes."He knew exactly how she felt around him. She got out. He followed her. Stacy circled the pool and had him play follow the leader. Randy couldn't help but stare at her marvelous, soaking, long legs. She lead him to the kitchen.

"What if I told you I was ready right now?"she leaned against the marble counter. He walked over to her.

"Then I'd start."

"How?"He lifted her, sat her down on the counter, and ran his finger down her chest. "But I'm not-" He stopped.

"I'll be waiting upstairs. Listen, I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to. But I know that you want to do it so badly...with me."He ran to his bedroom. She knew perfectly well Randy was right. But she didn't want to be with him. Well she did, but she didn't. Does that make any sense? Didn't think so. Stacy spotted a butler.

"Excuse me. Can I have a silk robe?"