7 - Lilah of Nashville

“Easy,” Hale kissed Ivy on the top of the head. Ivy had his cock in a tight grip, pulling and tugging with freneticism. Hale breathed. “We’re not even out of the parking lot.”

They had just restocked and refueled. Tight as it was, seven could technically fit in Betty’s cab, no one was getting relegated to the trailer anytime soon. No matter how short they’d gotten on seatbelts.

“Shut up,” Ivy said. “This is the first time I’ve had cuddle in Arkansas,” she moaned pitiably, “And we’re like six miles from Tennessee. I don’t miss out on giving my man road head in every one of the states of his journey.”

She kissed his ear wildly, her wrist pumping harder.

“You didn’t do California,” Casey poked and prodded, literally teasing Ivy’s shoulder from the back bench.

“And head is a la bouche, non?” Nique asked, turning the speakers up as Skynyrd started up.

“What in the Cajun jibber-jabber is a la bouche?” Ivy scowled.

“With the mouth,” Dakota translated.

“Oh yeah!” Ivy said. Reika squealed as Ivy first hopped to her knees, straddled the tiny Japanese girl and then contorted herself to lay down on top of her and Nique’s laps to get her face down in Hale’s crotch.

“Don’t bang your head on the steering wheel,” Hale said, deathgripping the wheel like he always did when his girls got frisky on the road. Ivy grabbed the shaft again and placed a wet peck on his head before slurping wetly around the foreskin.

Reika had her hands up half-panicked with the girl on her lap. Casey leaned over the bench, grabbed Reika’s left and moved it onto the to of ivy’s skull.

“You’re the captain, Reika, make sure she sucks it right,” Casey kissed Reika on the cheek. Alicia pulled Casey back down onto Betty’s back bench.

Reika didn’t know what she was supposed to be doing as ‘blowjob captain’ but luckily she had an ambitious and skilled crewwoman. Ivy tightly grabbed the base of Hale’s cock and pumped towards the seal of her mouth where her tongue, unseen, made its presence known to the rest of his length with wiggly motions.

“Is that the border?” Alicia asked, loudly, rhetorically.

Dakota reached from behind and held Hale’s lips closed.

Ivy was sucking dick with a speed and intensity seldom matched in the sport. Hale squirmed in the driver’s seat. His hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.

Ivy’s tongue rippled and rolled with the up and down bob of her energetic head. Dakota let go of his mouth. Hale was driving, elbows up and awkward, head on a frantic swivel from mirror to mirror to odometer.

The harder Ivy sucked, the more rigid and intense he had to be as a driver.

Alicia leaned over the back and kissed Reika’s ear before a whisper.

“If you think so,” Reika said, lifting Ivy’s skirt. Before Reika could gingerly touch Ivy’s dripping cunt, Nique had speared an index and middle finger into the cocksucker.

Ivy wormed, unable to moan well with the ring of her throat wrapped so tightly around Hale’s cock. She grabbed his balls. Betty and the trailer wormed in the bounds of the lane.

“Oh fuck, oh shit,” Hale was breathing shallowly. He slapped the wheel one, two, three times. “Shit oh!”

Ivy was grinning madly, Nique was hammering her hungry and wet pussy. She was giving the greatest head of her life. Reika was holding her skull, but just petting Ivy like a kitten. Ivy slurped and squealed.

Hale was huffing and puffing.

“OK, that’s the border!” Dakota lied. No one expected her to have it in her.

Ivy certain believed.

On the came the four-way flashers and Ivy groaned, getting a throat full of warm cum. She kicked and screamed, unable to swallow, making a mess of Hale’s lap.

“Oh fuck...” Hale laughed, rolling to a stop on the shoulder. He patted her head. Slowly, with Nique fighting her, Ivy found herself up, sitting astride Reika and Nique’s thigh. She looked out the windshield.

“Dude!” she moaned sexily at Dakota.

“We still got three miles left,” Nique said, resuming her fingerbang of Ivy.

Ivy lurched, reaching across, and grabbed Hale’s hand.

She came, squealing and holding the next ring up to the light.

“We’re done with her,” Nique said, tossing Ivy into the backseat.

“I had cuddle!” Ivy bitched as Reika opportunistically scooted up against Hale’s side.

“Got the ring, Case?”

“10-4,” she said.

“Let’s go to Tennessee.”

“That was great, Lilah!” Rick spoke into the microphone to the girl in the booth. “You’re time’s almost up. You want to--”

“No can do, sugah,” she said, slinging her guitar onto her back. “I rent you guys out for another hour and I’ll miss rent.”

“You could save some money if you did your own mixing,” Rick said, grinning as he watched Lilah step out of the booth. She grabbed her hat from the rack and set it on her head.

“Ain’t got anywhere to record,” she said. “I’m living with three roommates and our walls might as well be paper. It’s not like I can rent my own place, buy all these doohickeys, and take the time to teach myself how to sound engineer on my salary.”

“I’ll send you the mixes in a couple of days then. See you Wednesday?”

“Tips willin’,” Lilah said. “Tips willin’.”

She looked at her phone and cussed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Missed the bus,” she said. “Gonna be late again. Fuck me.”

Rick kept his answer to himself.

Cleaning, dumping, and draining the trailer was a quick chore for one man and his six girlfriends. They found a cheap enough lot to lock it up and leave it and hoofed it down to downtown Nashville.

“Where are we heading?” Alicia asked.

“Food!” Ivy said, groaning miserably.

“We’re in Nashville,” Reika said. “I think we should see some live music.”

“Never took you for a country music fan,” Alicia said.

“I’m not,” Reika said, handing her phone to Alicia. Casey popped her head over the shoulder.

“I vote live music!” Casey laughed.

“Find a bar not a venue,” Ivy said, holding Hale’s hand as they looked back. Dakota was on his other side, content enough to leave the conspiring girls to their games in the back.

“Should I ask why you’re looking at pictures of bimbos?” Nique asked.

Casey patted her shorts pocket and then flashed her magic Norse ring. “We were warned not to leave these out.”

“Food!” Ivy groaned again. “Just find me a breastaurant that serves ribs! I want a huge rack!”

“Breastaurant?” Reika asked.

“Hooters,” Alicia suggested.

“Twin Peaks,” added Nique.

“Olive Garden,” said Dakota. She blushed. “There were always cute waitresses at the one back home. It was why it was Granddad’s favorite.”

“I think they need to be a little sluttier than Olive Garden,” Casey said.

“We’re going somewhere local anyways,” Hale said. “I’m on a road trip, seeing America--”

“Getting babes,” Ivy said.

“Exactly. Look at my standards,” he said, squeezing Dakota and Ivy closed. “I don’t want some off-the-rack anywhere restaurant. I don’t want some dime-a-dozen anywhere girl.”

“Yeah,” Casey said, squeezing Reika. “So find us your best country hottie.”

“And make sure they serve proper food!” Ivy shouted.

“Karen, it’s six, I gotta cut and run.” Lilah was still in her orange diner uniform when she hit up her shift manager.

“Dinner rush is just winding up,” Karen said.

“You know I tend bar,” Lilah said. “Besides, the girls can handle it. Iggy and Paula have picked up my tables.” Some people just never left, even after they got their checks.

“You were late and now you gotta run?” Karen said. “It seems to me you don’t want this job.”

Late? She arrived at 11:02 and was on the floor at 11:03. Yes, that was late for an eleven to six shift. But Renee, Karen’s daughter, who was due in at five thirty still wasn’t on the floor.

“I need this job,” Lilah said, knowing which fight to choose. “I want the show tonight. There’s a manager coming by to see me tonight.”

Karen grimaced. “Fine, I’m writing you up though.”

Lilah kissed Karen on the cheek and ran to the back. She couldn’t miss another bus! She had to do her makeup to tend bar, change her clothes to something lower cut, and ... As always, she was cutting it close again. Her heart was in her throat.

“This place is a dive,” Alicia said, picking up a chicken wing with noticeable duress.

“Food’s great,” Ivy said, picking the chicken wing from Alicia’s fingers and biting it. “Hale?”

“Yeah,” he said, almost as much a mess of other people’s wing sauce as Ivy.

“If I start getting fat, you gotta work by ass down to the bone.”

“Well not to the bone,” he said. “You get to keep some of that bounce.”

“Don’t take mine!” Casey said, deflecting Ivy with a stick of celery.

“Well, so far the pictures Reika’s showed us have been heavily filtered,” Dakota said. “Here’s hoping the next act isn’t quite the butterface.”

“The second band was full of hotties,” Nique said, rubbing my Reika’s shoulder.

“Totally hot,” Reikia agreed.

“They were dudes,” Hale pointed out.

Reika blushed. “Sorry, Hale.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “I love the company, the food is much better than it looks, and even if we didn’t find our girl, the music’s been great.”

Reika smiled, she kept to herself that country music sucked. No one ever believed her when she commented on music.

Lilah rushed into the green room, her guitar bouncing off her shoulder. She was still in the halter top and skirt she’d been wearing at the bar. There was no changing room, the green room was lucky it was more than a private toilet. She took a makeup table in the corner, reapplied everything. She had to stop and take a deep breath.

The room was packed tonight. It was Saturday night. It was wing night. It was the best night to perform anyways. But she’d saw the old silver fox sitting by the stage. She’d served him his red wine. Not the beer and whiskey she was expecting out of any of her patrons. He didn’t seem country music, not at all.

He did seem packed full of money though.

What Lilah wouldn’t do to get out of her cramped space with so many women!

“Hey,” Keith drummed his hands across the back of her chair in a series of karate chops.

“I gotta get ready,” Lilah said. “You can hit on me after.”

“Promise?”

“Never,” she said, blowing him a kiss in the mirror. She frowned. Her lipstick wasn’t right. She hurriedly wiped it off and tried again.

“Crane! You’re on deck. Get your ass to the curtain.”

“Fuck!” Lilah said, looking down at her apron and top. She stuffed them into her guitar case and checked herself in the mirror. She had a proper dress to wear tonight and--”Fuck it!”

She tossed her top in the case, strutting out, her bones shaking in unkillable nerves. She got to the curtain where Ginny was telling the crowd to tip their waitresses. God, Ginny was so generic.

Could be worse, she wasn’t following up Keith and the boys.

“Jesus, Li’,” Marco said, looking her up down. She was in a short skirt, tights and a skimpy bra. “Not going to be singing all your sad songs tonight, are you?”

“Huh?” Lilah looked down at herself. “I’m going to have to change my whole set list.”

“I’d go with Hot Guy in a Hot Truck,” he suggested.

“That’s not the name of the song,” Lilah said. “It’s--”

“Lilah Crane!” the MC shouted.

“No one cares,” Marco said. “Go, kill ‘em dead, sweetheart.”

“Lilah Crane!”

There was sedate, unethused clapping, until this stark sexualized goddess walked out on stage.

“She wasn’t using a filter!” Casey said, elbowing Hale.

“She was much more refined in her pictures though,” Reika said.

“So we know she cleans up nice and looks good slutty?” Ivy said, wiping herself off with yet another moist towelette. “Dibs? We’re calling dibs, right?”

“Let’s hear her sing first,” Hale said.

“No, really?” Alicia laughed. “I thought we were going to rush the stage, pin her down, and shove the ring on her finger.”

“Call that Plan-Z,” Hale said.

“What’s that mean?” Reika said.

“It means, fuck off, no we won’t, but no doesn’t mean never,” Dakota translated.

Hale squeezed her shoulders.

“God, look at her sing!” Casey said.

The chorus hit and the crowd was on the floor. Apparently she was known locally, because a bunch of non-ring-worthy girls were on the dance floor shouting ‘Hot guy in a hot truck!’ in each other’s faces.

“Best act tonight,” Hale said.

“Best legs too,” Casey agreed.

“And she’s a blonde!” Ivy said.

“Already got that covered,” Nique said, defensively.

Alicia hugged her. “Some people like eating two cookies at a time.”

“I’m not a cookie,” Nique said.

“I’ve pulled you open and licked the creme out, little miss Oreo.”

Nique sighed. “Got a great set of pipes on her.”

“Legs too,” Reika said. Everyone smiled predatorily at the youngest girl until she began to ramble. “It’s not just her legs. She’s got great tits. Ohmygod, stopit! Christ, Ijustwannarip thatbraoff ofher!”

“Breathe, breathe,” Ivy whispered, rubbing Reika’s back.

Lilah always left the stage spent. But her heart was pounding with more energy and fear than she’d ever felt. She’d sung her heart out. Her index finger, which she thought calloused permanently had been cut open when her guitar strings broke. She could barely trust herself to walk in heels backstage.

“Goddammit girl!” Marco said, he pointed down. “You popped free.”

She looked down. Playing in just her bra had been a panicked move. That panic had become energy. So spent, emotionally and physically. She almost didn’t think to be embarrassed as she pressed her tit back into the cup. “Thanks Marco.”

“Here to help.”

“Encore! Encore!”

“Can I?”

“No,” he said. “Got another act. Who will never perform after you again if this is the new you.”

“Hey Li! Set the bar high tonight?” Helena was an older singer, kind of a local celebrity. The name most locals would know on the marquee. “I like the look. Didn’t take you for much of a sex act.

“I was running late, didn’t have time to finish changing,” Lilah said.

“Well, I’d but better bras,” she said, pulling Lilah’s strap. “This screams Walmart.”

“It is from Walmart.”

“The boys sell the cheap country crap better than us girls,” Helena said. “We gotta be backwoods and high-class.”

“Helena Alvarez!” the MC called out.

“Any time, doll,” Marco said.

“Wish me luck,” she said, winking at Lilah.

“Break a leg,” Lilah said.

She turned, the crowd all but booed when Helena set out. Lilah couldn’t smile harder, she would’ve felt guilty if the crowd hadn’t turned around for the local legend. Helena knew how to win them over.

Lilah had her lungs again. Her heart was still too fast. Licking her lips, she started down towards the green room. Keith whistled.

“Hell of a show, bitch,” he said.

She smacked him with the back of her knuckles and a bright smile. “You see the manager type in the corner?”

“Red wine, Jewish?”

“He was Jewish?” Lilah asked.

Keith shrugged. “Short, nerdy, glasses.”

“Money.” They said together.

“Yeah, him,” Lilah said. “Was he alone?”

“He had a few girls circling him all night,” Keith said. “Businessman to businesswoman, I’m guessing.”

“I gotta get this sweat off,” Lilah said. “Assuming they weren’t all golddiggers sniffing out a large credit card, he might have an assistant.”

“And that means?” Keith asked.

“If someone comes back for me, send them straight in.”

“You sure?” Keith said. “There’s definitely a few fans after that blowup.”

“I’m OK with a couple of near misses,” Lilah said.

“Well go shower, you’re soaked in sweat,” Keith said. “Though I can’t say I dislike the look.”

“Go flirt with groupies,” she said, smiling.

He shrugged. “Gotta try for top shelf before you start drinking ‘shine.”

“You’re charming, but a total lech,” Lilah said. “Like with music, I need my man to be dependable. Loyal.”

“Hey, I’m loyal,” he said.

“Yeah, to a half-dozen at a time. What kind of self-respecting girl would accept that?” Lilah blew a kiss and went straight into the showers.

Carlton Prince finished his red wine and got up from his seat. He preferred when he traveled, with his wedding ring safely sitting in his luggage at the hotel, to enjoy the local color. However, he had his eyes set on something better than bar trash pussy. He diligently waited for Helena to get deep into her set before he climbed to his feet.

There were two parts of every trip. Business and pleasure. After seeing Lilah’s show, he expected to get both done easy.

“Hi,” he approached the bouncer before the green room door.

“Hi! Oh my god!” Three pretty young things rushed ahead of him. The redhead and blonde were good, but the Latin girl was spectacular. “Can we get in and see that last singer, she was insane!”

It was the redhead who asked.

One of the earlier acts, the guy with the good voice and the shit band, came out from behind the bouncer. “Lilah said she’s looking to meet people today. Hello ladies.”

“Huh, yeah, hi,” the blonde said with a twinge of Cajun in her voice. Carlton grinned as the wind left the singer’s sails.

“She said let them in?” The bouncer said.

The singer looked at Carlton. “Actually, she was hoping to meet with you, sir.”

Carlton waved from the back.

“Girls, do you mind?” he said. “I’m sure she’ll want to celebrate after I talk to her. You could be in for a party.”

“Let him in, now.”

“Sure thing, Keith,” the bouncer said. Keith walked out of the way, heading to the bar. He had more play from the girls in the bar and he slowly began to reclaim his self confidence.

Carlton thanked the bouncer, smiled at the girls. He was used to not getting the play Keith was. So their polite but disinterested faces did little to stagger him.

They were knockouts though. Especially that spicy Latina. Oh well, some delicacies were off limits. Others ... Others made themselves available.

Lilah had put on her performing dress out of the shower. She had her glasses on and her stage makeup off. There was a knock. She instantly regretted dressing down. She rushed to the door and opened it.

Cowboy boots on, she was four inches taller than the richly dressed man waiting there.

“Hi, my name is Carlton Prince, from Independence Sound. Can I speak with you, Lilah?”

“I think you can,” she said, playing up her twang. She stepped back holding the door, he walked in, looked her up and down.

“I like the dress,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said, with half a curtsy. “If I had the time...” she bit off her words, she didn’t want to advertise how stressed and haphazard tonight’s performance had been. She shook her head and gestured. “There’s a couch in the back. Will that do?”

“A couch would be lovely,” he said.

He walked across the green room, following Lilah. The swish of the skirt around her long legs was a treat. Plus, she didn’t smell like performance and sweat. The best of both worlds, as far as Carlton was concerned.

Lilah smoothed out her skirt and sat down. Carlton came down on the cushion next to her. She forced a smile, having expected a bit more room on the couch.

“You’ve been singing for a while now, haven’t you?”

“Been on the stage since I was 15,” she said. “Ten whole years.”

Older often meant cagier. But 25 was still young and green. Carlton smiled.

“I have to say, I was expecting a different kind of show,” he said. “Especially from the few videos we’ve had sent in. I’m glad you’ve come to show more confidence.”

“And skin,” she said, trying to joke.

The smile on his face was not joking. “Indeed. All your songs were they? Nothing you don’t own the rights to?”

“All originals,” she said agreeing. “Well, Nashville Sun--”

“That’s Hot Guy in a Hot Truck?” he asked.

“Well, some people call it that, but--”

“It gave the crowd just the right kind of energy.” He smiled as he bumped her knee with his own. “We’re not going to be interrupted here, are we? This could take a while, you know?”

She looked up at the door.

“I suppose we could...” she frowned. “Do you have somewhere we could go?”

“I know just the place,” he said.

Ivy flopped down at the table. “Apparently she isn’t accepting autographs!”

“Huh,” Hale asked, pulling his lips off of Reika. Reika gave Ivy the finger, which Ivy grabbed and turned straight into Nique’s hand.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Nique asked.

“Reika needs more kisses,” Alicia giggled with alcohol.

“Yeah, but I--” Reika slunk down against the back of the chair as Nique slung her thigh over the Japanese girl’s lap and grabbed her hair. The pair began to go at it vigorously. Hale smirked.

“We missed her?” he asked.

“I don’t think we missed her,” Casey said. “I just think there was this one guy that she really wanted to meet and we got bumped. She’ll probably give us a chance if we wait till they’re done.”

“This guy? About 5’5’’, balding, nice suit jacket, flashing money around?” Dakota asked.

“You saw him? He was right by the stage and--” Casey followed Dakota’s finger as the everyone watched Lilah walk out behind this guy.

“Well poop-shit,” Ivy said.

“Usually, people only say poop when they don’t want to curse,” Dakota pointed out.

“Well that’s just screw-fucked,” Ivy said. Hale put his hand over the drink she went for. Ivy burst into giggles.

“I think,” he said, looking Reika and Nique. “We’re done here. Wanna go find a hotel with a huge bed?”

“Do I?!” Casey said, pulling the drink that had been prevented from going to Dakota and throwing it back.

“But...” Alicia looked around. “It’s not like were bereft of options. There’s a cute black girl right over there.”

“Cute,” Dakota agreed. “But, I wouldn’t want to find out I was the second choice.”

“And, damn,” Ivy said. “No, I want a blonde with bi~ig--” She gestured over her tits.

“Mais non!” Nique growled twisting on Reika’s lap to glare at Ivy.

“Bi~ig lungs! Did you hear the notes that broad could hit?”

“She has great tits too,” Nique said. “I want to bury Hale’s face in them.”

Hale pulled her over for a kiss. “You’re more than just our blonde piece. Much more.”

“Merci,” she said. “Ou-est ... Where this big bed I was promised?”

“And I’ll drop you off at home when we’re done,” Carlton said as he opened the back door of his big SUV.

Lilah stopped. She had to take a triple look at this man. The tinted windows of the vehicle and the back corner of the parking lot was out of sight from the bouncer at the door. She hesitated.

“My time and patience aren’t unlimited, Miss Crane,” he said. “There’s a lot of paperwork I need to get done if I’m going to make you an offer.”

“You’re prepared to make me an offer?” she said.

“Very prepared,” he said. “After your performance tonight, I am certain we can do what’s best for each other.”

Against the niggle in the pit of her stomach, she stepped up into the SUV and slid a cross the back bench. He climbed up after her. It was big roomy vehicle. She wouldn’t want to be six feet tall in the back seat, but she was surprised at the comfort. He opened the center console and took out his briefcase.

“I have to say! I was thoroughly impressed by the show,” he said. “With our managers and social media people, we’ll have you blowing up on Youtube, Instagram, and Tiktok in no time.”

“I’m not really into social media or anything,” she said as he slid closer against her.

“Oh, that’s all the marketing these days. Don’t worry, you don’t have to have a whole show like you did tonight, if we can get two or three thirty seconds of sheer, unmodulated excitement per show, then we’re golden. Even if you bomb the rest.”

“That seems dishonest,” she said.

“It’s show biz,” he said. “It’s not about the truth, it’s about what’s for sale and how much you can negotiate for it.”

“Uh huh,” she said, as he picked out several papers. “Should I have a lawyer for this?”

“Can you afford one?” he asked.

She froze for a moment. The answer was clearly no.

“I thought as much. Besides, an agent is the kind of lawyer that is intimately in touch with all of these papers and mumbo jumbo. A lawyer’s a bit too generalist, what you need is a man like me. I can make the best of you, get you on the ladder up and out of this town. Do you do much touring?”

“I mean I’d like to, but I barely get around Tennessee. I went to Georgia a couple times, but...”

“I don’t just mean the south,” he said. “I’ll get you all across Europe and Asia once we show the world how hot you can be.”

“I’m not only interested in being hot, I want to make good music.”

“We’re going to start with Hot Guy in a Hot Truck,” he said. “But an SUV will do for tonight.”

“Huh, ha, ha,” she stammered, edging closer to the door of the car. “Listen, can we talk about the papers. What am I signing away? I’ll own my songs and everything right?”

“For the most part, the lyrics are your copyright. Of course the recordings we make will be under our umbrella,” he said. “The video and posts too, we produce too for your social media.

Which by the way, you’re a little bit under-numbered on. I’m putting my neck out for you on this. I hope you understand.”

He let that hang in the air for a moment.

“Of course, we’ll have our people working on it. Listen, you’re getting ahead of yourself. I laid out where we’re going. But there’s all these first steps first.”

“What first steps?” she asked.

His hand settled on her thigh. When his thumb traced under the hem of her dress. Her hand instantly went to the door handle. Click! Click! Click!

“Don’t be hasty,” he said. “We’re talking about a signing bonus, nothing like a career move. Just a show, not a whole tour, you know?”

“Take your hands off of me,” she said, hissing and pushing his hand out from under her dress.

“I keep my promises. I’ve got a list of twenty girls like you all over North America and the world thanking me for the work we did with a bright start.”

“No!” she said, pushing his chest. He squeezed her knee.

“You won’t regret it,” he said. “And I won’t tell. This is the golden ticket for you. Hell, maybe I’ll inspire some more songs?”

“Get off! No!” With explosive force, she put his knee to chest and thrust him back across the bench. She tried the door again and it failed to open.

“Lilah,” he said, chuckling. “This is fun for me, but this is also not necessary for me. One chance, like I said, my time and patience in Nashville is limited.”

“No!” she said, almost screaming it when he came closer. He grew smug, sat back, pushed the contract to her.

She almost picked it up, but she couldn’t read it and keep her eyes on Carlton. And even if she could, would this little cunt be worth it? Worth the dream she had been working on for 10 years? Worth the panicked rush from job to job? An end to the poverty and--

“No!” she said, thrusting herself over the bucket seats.

“Wait!” he said, grabbing her cowboy boot as she yanked open the driver side door and scrambled out of the vehicle, collapsing onto the asphalt where she squealed in fright, eye-to-eye with a coyote baring his fangs.

“You want me to drive Betty?” Reika asked.

“You’re the only one of us who actually paid attention to this,” Hale said, lifting the ‘I’m under 21, don’t serve me alcohol’ bracelet on Reika’s wrist.

“I’ve never driven anything this big. I’ve never driven in Nashville before!”

Casey grabbed Reika’s shoulders and pulled her to a stop. “They have the same laws everywhere. Stop at stop signs and stop lights. Listen to the GPS and you’ll be fine.”

“What about the trailer? I’ve never had to drive a vehicle with a--”

“Trailer’s parked at the motel,” Dakota reminded Reika.

“Get us home without murdering us and I’ll eat your pussy,” Alicia whispered into Reika’s ear.

“Not funny! Now I’m going to be thinking about killing everyone all the time while driving and--”

“That’s called being vigilant,” Dakota said. “You should be alert and concerned.”

“I’m just excited to try the back bench for once,” Hale said.

“Anti-shotgun!” Ivy called instantly.

“If you guys have too much sex while I’m driving, I’ll get distracted!” Reika said, stomping and shouting. She was the only one who noticed all the attention around them. She started rushing off towards Betty, head down, hand over her eyes.

“We better go after her before she leaves in a panic and realizes she forgot us five blocks later,” Alicia said.

“We are not being too mean to the poor girl, are we?” Nique asked.