They wrinkle their nose a little when it's tapped and pouts. "But Mr. Baruch," they murmur, "even if you're busy, you need to take a little break, don't you? Why not let me help you with that? Relieve some of your stress. It's my fault for making you late anyway so let me make up for it."

The car stops at a light and Monty takes this chance to slowly undo the button and zipper of their pants, pushes aside the thin boxer briefs beneath to expose themselves.

"See, sir?" they ask cutely, their face never turning away from their Patron beside them as they draw their legs up so that they're practically bent in half on the wide seat, their cunt on full display, spread slightly open already and still damp from the teasing before. "I can be good for you, can't I?"