The closeness in the back of the car is stifling, the air filled with an incredibly erotic perfume. I have no idea which of the three women I am sharing the car with uses such a scent but it is sending strange and wild signals to parts of my brain I'd forgotten existed. Its not easy being single and alone in a strange country. The job brought me here and kept me too busy to properly make friends. Didn't help that I was far too shy to talk to anyone.

The woman driving the large and richly furnished car, Nikki I think she called herself, powers the car down the deserted highway with skill and an extreme degree of confidence. She knows the road, knows her car and knows where she wants to take it. There is a silence as the darkness of the highway envelops us in its embrace, no light but the gentle LEDs on the dashboard and the streak of the heavily hooded streetlamps above us. No one seems willing to break the sanctity of the silence. No noise but the sounds of our breathing and... creaks as someone shifts position on the back seat. Creaks... I reach a hand down between myself and the door and touch the cover on the seat. I was right, it is leather. I gently stroke the soft material, savouring its texture.

Ahead of us, the road stretches on into the darkness.