The yellow school bus was a humid, noisy cauldron of teenage hormones and chaos, the air thick with the scent of old vinyl seats and cheap cologne. Caroline, an eighteen-year-old blonde bombshell whose curves seemed to defy the constraints of her tight high school attire, navigated the aisle with a frustrated sigh. Her short skirt barely covered the swell of her hips, and her white blouse strained against her ample breasts, drawing every eye in the vehicle.

Beside her was Eric, her boyfriend. Eric came from old money, a world of private estates and hidden desires, and he possessed a streak of kinky exhibitionism that often pushed Caroline to her limits. He loved the way people looked at her—not with admiration, but with hunger—and he took a perverse pleasure in knowing that his beautiful, pristine girlfriend was the center of a predatory gaze.