Gina
Cheesecake.
When Clutch asked me out for dessert, I thought the most dangerous thing I would face tonight would be the number of calories in a slice of cheesecake. If I was being honest, the order on tonight’s potential threat list was Clutch’s enormous d**k then cheesecake, but those were certainly the only things that had come to mind. Boy was I wrong.
Everything started out nice enough. Clutch put me in the car… he’d even opened the door for me, which I thought was sweet. Then the next thing I knew he was shoving me in, running around or driving around the parking lot like a maniac. He’d currently left me stranded, car still running, with his door swung wide open, in the middle of an access road after taking off on foot between two buildings. I was terrified. I had no idea what
