Elon paced the Tesla prototype garage, boots scuffing concrete slick with Hunan rain. Fingers drummed a circuit board. Dilraba's scent lingered on his jacket—jasmine sharp as battery acid. Last tryst: her nails raking his back in that hidden teahouse, thighs clamping like vise grips. Now whispers hit his feeds. Trump in town. Trade gala. Her name tangled in posts. Bullshit.
Phone buzzed. Factory rep: "Mr. Musk, summit tomorrow. But gala buzz—Trump's parading a Uyghur knockout. Matches your... associate."
Elon's jaw clenched. Associate. Fuck that. She was his launch vector. Jaw ticked. He fired off a tweet: "Hunan heat melting circuits. Time to overclock." Hit send. Grabbed keys. Tesla hummed alive, tires biting wet pavement. Xiang River lights smeared red. He floored it toward the gala afterparty villa district. GPS pinged her last shared location. Dinner date. With that orange blowhard.
Villa gates loomed, gold-trimmed like Trump's ego. Valet gawked at the Model S. Elon waved him off. Slid through shadows. Laughter boomed from open terrace—Trump's voice, gravelly roar. "Tremendous thighs, Dilraba. Believe me, huge potential."
Her purr cut back. "Donald, you talk big. Show me."
Elon's blood surged, hot as overcharged lithium. Pushed glass doors. Air thick with cigar smoke, braised pork steam. Table center: Trump in red tie, steepled fingers waving a jade necklace. Dilraba across, dress slit to hip, lip bitten coy. Her eyes flicked up. Locked on Elon. Spark.
Trump turned slow. "Musk? What the hell? This ain't your sandbox."
Elon smirked, lanky frame filling doorway. Dropped into empty chair. Snagged her wine glass. Sipped deep. "Heard you were closing deals, Don. But she's no tariff wall. She's full-throttle fusion."
Dilraba's foot grazed Elon's calf under table. Tease. Trump flushed redder than his golf pants. "Loser. I got villas, gifts. You got... rockets that flop?"
"Rockets that orbit, fat man." Elon leaned in, eyes on her cleavage. "Dilraba knows thrust. Real acceleration."
She laughed low, husky. Hand trailed Trump's arm, then Elon's knee. "Boys. Play nice. Or I walk."
Trump slammed fist. Plates rattled. "Nobody walks from me! She's mine tonight—huge night."
Elon stood, yanked her wrist gentle but firm. "Prototype garage. Now. Show her overdrive."
Dilraba rose fluid, hips swaying. "Why settle for ordinary when extraordinary beckons?" Slid necklace into purse. Trump bellowed protests. They bolted. Rain pelted skin outside, warm sheets of it. Tesla doors hissed open. She straddled him passenger seat before engine purred. Mouth crashed his. Tongue electric.
"Fuck, Elon," she gasped, grinding down. Dress hiked. No panties. Wet heat slicked his slacks. "He groped like a slob. You... ignite."
Hands ripped lace. Fingers plunged. She bucked. "Deeper. Hack my core."
He growled, zipper down. Cock sprang free, throbbing rigid. She impaled slow. Tight clench. Rain drummed roof. Hunan thunder cracked. Hips pistoned up. Her tits bounced free, nipples peaks in neon dash glow. Sweat beaded. Jasmine mixed motor oil whiff.
"Launch sequence," he grunted, pinching peaks. "Feel that burn?"
"Yes—fuck yes!" Nails dug shoulders. She rode savage, walls pulsing. "Trump's limp dick dreams. Yours... rockets me."
Orgasm hit her first. Quake. Gush hot. He flipped seats flat. Pounded relentless. Balls slapped. Her screams fogged glass. "Come inside. Flood me."
He erupted. Thick ropes. Pulsed endless. Collapsed tangled. Breath ragged. Rain eased to patter.
Phone lit her purse. Chen Wei calling. She ignored. Smiled wicked at Elon. "Husband checks in. Boring."
Elon's hand stilled on her thigh. Saw necklace chain peek. Jade. Trump's mark. Jealousy flickered again. "That shit from him?"
She shrugged, tossed hair. "Souvenir. Like your tweets."
He kissed neck hard. Bit. "Wear mine next. Cybertruck key fob. Around throat."
Villa lights flared distant. Trump silhouette on balcony, phone to ear. Yelling?
Dilraba's eyes narrowed. Grabbed phone. Chen's text: "Where? Luxuries piling. Photo on your cloud—blurry man?"
Her laugh died.
Thunder rumbled low.
Garage door creaked open somewhere. Footsteps?