Okay, deep breath, Kelly. You got this. Not the filming part, that's easy. This is... different. Picking up Mark. Mark won the contest. A date with yours truly. A real date. In public. Well, starting in the privacy of my car, heading to public anyway.

I checked myself in the mirror one last time. Yep. Nailed it. The low-cut top did exactly what it was supposed to do. It was a little black number, clingy but soft, and the scoop neck plunged deep. Like, gravity-defying deep, but thanks to my naturally generous assets, it just created this perfect, overflowing cleavage that was impossible to ignore. My girls, bless their big, bouncy hearts, were sitting high and proud, practically spilling out of the top. Every move I made caused a little ripple, a little jiggle that I knew would make Mark's eyes widen the second he saw me. Good. That's part of the fun. I topped it off with some tight jeans and a pair of heels I could actually drive in. Comfort is key when you're commanding a classic beast.

Speaking of beasts... unlocked the garage door and there she was. My baby. My gorgeous, temperamental, loud, proud, utterly beautiful 1979 Chevy Corvette. Deep red paint, just polished, gleaming under the garage lights. The curves on that car... honestly, sometimes I think we were made for each other. Sleek, powerful, demanding attention, and occasionally stubborn as hell. But when she purrs... oh, when she purrs, there's nothing like it.

Keys in hand, I slipped into the driver's seat. The worn leather felt familiar, smelled like old car wax and a hint of gasoline. I adjusted the seat, ran my hand over the dash. "Alright, girl," I whispered, "Big night. Don't embarrass Mommy."

Pulled out of the garage, the engine catching on the first try this time, rumbling promisingly. Maybe she was in a good mood. The late afternoon sun was warm on my skin as I headed towards Mark's place. I knew the route; stalked it online, obviously. Gotta be professional.

Found his street, found his house. It was a cute little place, well-kept. Parked right out front, letting the Vette announce my arrival with its slightly lumpy idle. Turned the engine off. Took another deep breath. Okay, showtime.

A moment later, the front door opened, and there he was. Mark. He was... just like his profile picture, really. Average height, kinda shy smile, definitely looked a little overwhelmed, maybe even intimidated. His eyes landed on the car first, then swept up to me sitting in the driver's seat. And then, inevitably, they landed on my chest. His eyes widened, and a faint blush crept up his neck. Success.

I leaned over and pushed the passenger door open from the inside, giving him my best, warmest, slightly flirty smile. "Mark? Hey! Ready to have some fun?"

He nodded quickly, fumbling with the door handle for a second before getting it open. He slid into the passenger seat beside me, a little stiffly at first. The door closed with that solid thunk only old cars make.

"Wow, Kelly. Uh... hi." He managed a small smile, still looking a bit stunned. "This is... wow. The car is amazing."

"Isn't she though?" I grinned, patting the dash. "My baby. Takes good care of me... usually." I turned towards him a little more, resting my arm on the back of his seat, letting my fingers just brush his shoulder. The low cut of my top meant he had a perfect view down the valley between my breasts. I saw his gaze flicker there again, couldn't help but internally smirk. "So, Mark. Excited? We've got reservations, or we can just cruise and see where the road takes us." I kept my voice low, playful.

"Uh, excited doesn't really cover it," he breathed, his eyes flicking between my face and my chest. He was trying hard to make eye contact, bless him, but those two mountains were clearly a distraction. "This is... I can't believe this is real."

"Believe it," I purred, leaning back in my seat. "Alright, adventure time. Let's fire her up."

I put my foot on the brake and reached for the key. Just a little turn...

CLICK-WHINE-WHINE-WHINE... sputter... silence.

Hmm. Okay. Not unusual. Sometimes she's a little cold-blooded, needs a couple of tries.

"Doesn't always like to wake up on the first try," I said, shrugging it off with a smile. To Mark, I added, "She's a diva. Gotta treat her right." Then, under my breath, to the car, "Come on, girl. Don't be shy."

Second attempt. Turn the key.

CLICK-WHINE-WHINE-WHINE-SPLUTTER... cough... nothing.

Okay, now that sounded a little... wet. Like she was getting too much fuel. Flooded. Great.

"See?" I chuckled, trying to sound amused rather than slightly annoyed. "Told you she was a diva. Makes me work for it." I glanced at Mark, who was watching with wide eyes. "She's like that sometimes. Especially when she's been sitting for a bit. Just gotta coax her."

I pulled the key back out. Took a breath. This was the part where the show really started. You can't just keep grinding the starter when she's flooded. You gotta help her breathe.

"Alright, baby," I murmured, leaning slightly forward. "Let's clear your throat, huh?"

I pressed the gas pedal down, slowly at first, then a little firmer. My heel was on the floor, and my foot was rocking the pedal. As I pumped the gas, reaching forward slightly, my chest naturally pressed closer to the steering wheel, and the movement made my big, natural breasts jiggle and bounce visibly under the thin fabric of my top. Yeah, he was definitely watching that. I didn't mind. It was part of the package.

Pump, pump, pump. Each press of the pedal sent fuel into the carb, hopefully clearing out the excess from the earlier attempts. The action made my whole upper body subtly shift, amplifying the motion of my breasts. Bounce, bounce, bounce.

"She's being extra stubborn today," I said, my voice a low purr as I kept pumping. "Wants to make sure I really want it." I glanced at Mark, a knowing look in my eyes. "She likes a little... persuasion."

I stopped pumping, held the pedal down just a little. Time to try again.

Put the key back in the ignition. Took another deep breath. Leaned forward, hand on the key, foot on the pedal, ready.

Turned the key.

CLICK-WHINE-WHINE-WHINE-WHINE-WHINE... cough... cough... sput...WHINE...

Held the key there, grinding the starter longer than you probably should, but sometimes you just gotta force it on these old cars. Praying the battery holds. Leaning into it, body tense with effort and concentration, my breasts pressing against the steering wheel column with every slight shift. I could feel their weight, the fabric of my top stretched tight.

"Come on, baby, come on," I coaxed, my voice soft but firm, like talking to a lover who was being difficult. "Just turn over for Momma. You know you want to. Don't make me beg."

I subtly shifted my weight as I held the key, pumping the gas pedal again a couple of times while the starter was still grinding – not textbook, but sometimes a little extra fuel at the right moment helps force it. The movement sent another wave of bounce through my chest. I could practically feel Mark's eyes glued to the show my body was putting on. He hadn't said a word, just watched, mesmerized.

The starter sound was starting to strain, sounding tired. Still no proper catch. Just sputters and coughs. Dammit.

"She's being such a tease," I grumbled playfully, pulling the key back out. Shook my head, running a hand through my hair, which made my breasts sway inside my top. "Seriously, makes me work for every single start sometimes. Especially when it's warm and she's been sitting. Floods herself so damn easily."

I looked at Mark, giving him a shrug and a smile that said, 'See? This is my life.' "Most guys wouldn't put UP with this," I confessed. "But she's mine. We understand each other. Even if she's being a little brat right now."

He finally found his voice, though it was a little shaky. "Is... is that bad? Is she broken?"

"Nah," I laughed, leaning back and casually resting my arm on the center console, which again gave him a fantastic view down my ridiculously low neckline. "Just moody. Needs a little sweet talk... and maybe some tough love." I winked. "Like some people I know... just kidding!"

Okay, time for the really persuasive technique. Wide open throttle while cranking. It's supposed to lean out the mixture and clear the flood.

"Alright, princess," I said, squaring my shoulders, feeling determined now. This car wasn't going to beat me. Not with an audience. "Let's do this the hard way, huh?"

Foot on the gas pedal, all the way to the floor this time. Pressed it down firmly. The action tilted my pelvis forward slightly in the seat, putting a little curve in my lower back, and again, brought my chest forward. My breasts were high and prominent, framed perfectly by the low neckline. I took another deep breath, focusing.

Key in the ignition.

"Come on, baby. Breathe for me. Just... one... good... breath." My voice was low, almost hypnotic, directed at the car's soul.

Turned the key, holding the gas pedal to the floor.

CLICK-WHINE-WHINE-WHINE-WHINE-WHINE-WHINE... sput... sput... sput...

Still grinding. Still sputtering weakly. Held it longer. Feeling the vibration through the steering wheel. Leaning slightly, watching the gauge, waiting. My body was still, but tense with the effort of holding the key and the pedal. My chest was visible, full, waiting.

sput... sput... sput... COUGH... rrr... RUMBLE!

Oh my god. She caught!

Let off the key instantly. The engine sputtered for a fraction of a second, then...

RRRRUUUMBLE! VROOOOOM!

She roared to life! A deep, powerful, glorious V8 rumble filled the car, shaking the frame slightly. It wasn't just running; it was alive.

A huge grin spread across my face. "YES!" I yelled, a genuine cry of triumph. I immediately slammed the gas pedal down, hard, sending the engine revving sky-high.

VROOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The sound was incredible, deafening inside the cabin. The car vibrated under me. And my breasts, loosened by the sudden acceleration and the release of tension, bounced dramatically with the force of the revving. They leaped and jiggled inside my top, a celebration all their own.

"WHOO! There she is!" I cheered, revving it again, maybe a little unnecessarily hard, just for the sheer joy of it.

VROOOOOOOOOM!

My chest bounced again, a wave of flesh against the fabric. It felt amazing.

I looked over at Mark, who was practically shell-shocked. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open, staring... well, everywhere, but mostly at my chest which was still settling from the enthusiastic revving.

I laughed, a bright, triumphant sound. "See? Told you she just needed a little convincing!" I grinned, running a hand over the steering wheel. "Makes you work for it, but man, is it worth it when she finally comes to life!"

I let the engine settle back into a deep, throaty idle. The air conditioner hummed to life. The tension in the car shifted from anticipation to exhilaration.

"Alright, Mark," I said, switching gears, my voice dropping back into that low, flirty register. "Now that we've had our little warm-up... ready for that date?"

He just stared at me for a second, then managed a shaky nod, a faint smile returning to his face. "Uh... yeah. Definitely ready." His eyes lingered on my cleavage for just a moment longer before finally meeting mine.

I winked, put the car in drive. The Corvette rumbled forward smoothly. The battle had been won. The date had officially begun. And the drive? Oh, the drive was going to be just as much fun.