Truck Stop Cutie
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,764
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Truck Stop Cutie
She was fourteen at the oldest, and she said her name was Patty. Her feet kept slipping in the worn-out sandals, the straps cutting into her ankles. He watched her ass wiggle, as she walked toward the Git-It-N-Go.
How was she supposed to know she wouldn’t need the condom from that machine? Wasn’t like he’d tell her. Hell, he was the one gave her the quarters! It was easier, when they thought he was a nice guy.
The knife was under his seat, close to the front, so he could reach it good. Soon he’d hear the cab door open, and she’d climb in, her little mound outlined by those cut-off denim shorts. He’d watch her sprawl those skinny legs of hers; wait until she’d positioned her ass on the vinyl.
“Know any place quiet around here?” Just as if he didn’t know every road in the county, so well he could drive them all blindfolded. Didn’t matter what she said anyway. He had his favorite spot, off the main road, where he knew the coyotes would come to forage, right around dawn.
This one had blonde hair, almost white, it had been bleached so much. He knew how it would feel, stiff in his hand, as he pulled her head back to get her throat. Bet she had black roots. Bet he’d see them, when he grabbed hold, and they’d be the same color as her pussy hair.
Juicy little piece she looked like! First he’d get that vest off her, then he’d go after the shorts. Would be hard for her to run, once he had her naked.
One of them did that one time. He had to go after her, and when he caught up, he was so angry he killed her without having any fun first. Still made him mad, thinking about it.
He’d leave the shoes on this one. That way she couldn’t run. He’d tie her arms with one of those bungee cords from the back, and give it to her real slow and easy, keeping the knife where he could be sure she saw it.
Maybe he’d tie her legs too, and give it to her in the mouth. Girl like this one, you never knew what diseases she might have.
He heard footsteps on the gravel, and there she came, hair flopping with every step she took in those crazy shoes. She walked toward him, squinting a little at the glare. He saw her open her mouth to say something. You’re why they put beds in these cabs, baby. she grabbed the handle, and he heard the door open. Climb on up, and let’s us have some fun.
How was she supposed to know she wouldn’t need the condom from that machine? Wasn’t like he’d tell her. Hell, he was the one gave her the quarters! It was easier, when they thought he was a nice guy.
The knife was under his seat, close to the front, so he could reach it good. Soon he’d hear the cab door open, and she’d climb in, her little mound outlined by those cut-off denim shorts. He’d watch her sprawl those skinny legs of hers; wait until she’d positioned her ass on the vinyl.
“Know any place quiet around here?” Just as if he didn’t know every road in the county, so well he could drive them all blindfolded. Didn’t matter what she said anyway. He had his favorite spot, off the main road, where he knew the coyotes would come to forage, right around dawn.
This one had blonde hair, almost white, it had been bleached so much. He knew how it would feel, stiff in his hand, as he pulled her head back to get her throat. Bet she had black roots. Bet he’d see them, when he grabbed hold, and they’d be the same color as her pussy hair.
Juicy little piece she looked like! First he’d get that vest off her, then he’d go after the shorts. Would be hard for her to run, once he had her naked.
One of them did that one time. He had to go after her, and when he caught up, he was so angry he killed her without having any fun first. Still made him mad, thinking about it.
He’d leave the shoes on this one. That way she couldn’t run. He’d tie her arms with one of those bungee cords from the back, and give it to her real slow and easy, keeping the knife where he could be sure she saw it.
Maybe he’d tie her legs too, and give it to her in the mouth. Girl like this one, you never knew what diseases she might have.
He heard footsteps on the gravel, and there she came, hair flopping with every step she took in those crazy shoes. She walked toward him, squinting a little at the glare. He saw her open her mouth to say something. You’re why they put beds in these cabs, baby. she grabbed the handle, and he heard the door open. Climb on up, and let’s us have some fun.