Meet up with Madison

It was a hot summer day in sunny Las Vegas. I was driving back to my house from a hardware store when I saw a car broke down on the side of the road.

Normally, I would absolutely stop and help. If you’re able to and don’t, you’re an asshole. I especially wanted to stop when I saw the girl on the sidewalk talking on her phone.

I pulled just past the car and parked, and walked towards the car. As I walked up, the girl finished her phone call in anger and stressfully looked at me and with a sigh, said hello.

I said hi and immediately recognized her. She was Madison Ivy. Holy shit. The pornstar of my dreams and here she was standing in front of me in all her sexiness.

Wearing flip flops and daisy dukes and a tank top with her hair down, sweating her ass off.

If you don’t know who Madison Ivy is, or what she looks like, google, and you won’t be disappointed.

I kept it cool, I’m not saying I’m a ladies man, but I know how to act around a sexy woman like herself. I’m 6’5” and decently built.

I greeted her and introduced myself, and she did the same. I never said I recognized her, instead asking her if she had any car trouble.

With a desperate yes, she told me something popped under the hood and the engine temp spiked and she had to shut the car off because of the steam pouring out.

Far from a gear head, but knowing basically maintenance, I popped the hood and saw that the upper radiator hose had blown.

She told me she called road side assistance and the would be sending someone out, but it wouldn’t be for a few hours.

I told her it would be a quick fix and I could get her out of the heat and come with me.

Obviously she said no, not wanting to get in a car with a dude she just met. So I tried again to calm her nerves. I explained again that she was stuck and I was an option to help her.

Eventually she said yes, and got in my truck with me as we headed to the auto parts store. While on the road she asked me what I did and I told her I worked for the fire dept, and she told me she was in the film industry and I laughed.

We got the parts and went back (she paid for it) and I was able to change the hose in a few minutes and refill her radiator.

With sweat pouring down my head, I finished up and she started her car again.

She said thank you and I said you’re welcome and turned to walk away, when she called me back over. She again thanked me and gave me her number and said, “why don’t you call me tonight and I’ll take you out to dinner as a thank you”

Of course I agreed and I called her at 6pm that evening.