Emma Lou stretches across the deep burgundy leather of a backseat that looks built for mischief, her platinum blonde bob catching the daylight and her fuchsia lipstick sharp enough to stop traffic. A floral chemise in black printed with roses skims a slender, toned frame, the hem riding high on her hip, and below it a pair of sheer black lace-top holdups runs the length of her long legs to vivid magenta patent heels. She kicks one leg up onto the seat, grins, and makes it abundantly clear there is plenty of room back here for two.

The straps of the chemise slip down her shoulders, and Emma Lou cups her pert bust through the fabric, lashes lowered, lips parted, playing with the front of her little floral dress until it falls away entirely. She reclines across the red leather, bare above the waist with only the lacy holdups and a dainty black and white thong left to tell the story, her porcelain skin almost glowing against the dark interior. With a last kittenish pose, boots and heels braced against the upholstery, Emma Lou reaches for the handle overhead and smiles a dare that could empty the driver's seat in seconds.