I was reading about the features available on the Mercedes S-Class Executive the other day and was thoroughly impressed. It got me wondering about how such a car might serve as the setting for an erotic encounter. Chauffeured is the result.
All of the gadgets and features depicted in the story are real and available on a sufficiently loaded S-Class, and function more or less as depicted in story, with the exception of the belt tensioner, which is part of the car's automatic safety system and not normally accessible by the driver. However, it was too good of a plot device not to include it.
It's supposed to be humorous, even a bit absurd and over the top, so please approach it from that mindset. I was laughing my ass off while writing it. I hope you do as well.