The bell above the gas station door chimed, slicing through the silence of the night. Fluorescent lights flickered, buzzing overhead, their cold glow shining over the shelves of snacks, engine oil, and the linoleum floor. He stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind him with a dull thud. The glass windows showed the store’s reflection and his own, the darkness of the outside making the perfect backdrop.

The place felt abandoned. No one behind the counter, not a hint of motion in the aisles. For a moment, he thought maybe the place was just ... left open and empty, one of those sad twenty-four hour gas stations that ran on the honor system for anyone desperate enough to wander in after midnight. But then he heard something. Something muffled, rhythmic, a dull thumping from the back room, as if someone were knocking or maybe moving heavy boxes.

He walked up to the counter, looking behind and around the area.

“Hey? Anyone working?” His voice echoed over the sound of humming fridges.

Nothing.

“Hello?” He slapped at the silver bell on the counter, its ring slicing through the night.

The sound in the back room stopped. For a moment, only silence. Then hurried footsteps, a scuffle, a muffled laugh. The door behind the counter opened.

A girl stumbled through the doorway as if the night itself had spat her out, like she’d barely had time to catch her breath. She was naked, her skin damp with sweat, chest rising and falling with each sharp inhale. Her body was lithe, every line of her frame drawing the eye lower. Her thighs were slender, parted just enough to show the soft gap between them, leading down to the smooth curve of her bare mound. The light above caught on the delicate slit of her pussy, the faint gleam there making her look exposed in a way that was near impossible to look away from. Her stomach was flat and pale, skin shining with a faint sheen that hinted at heat still clinging to her. Her breasts were small but high, each one tipped with a stiff pink nipple that looked tender and sensitive in the cool air. Against her pale skin, those flushed points stood out boldly, as if begging for a touch.

Her hair was a dark, tangled mess, damp enough to cling to her forehead and the hollow of her neck, strands curling where sweat had dried unevenly. A few stubborn locks stuck to her cheeks, framing eyes that still looked dazed, the kind of unfocused stare that comes after being taken hard and left trembling. There was nothing neat about her—her skin was flushed in patches, her breathing shallow, her whole body carrying the unmistakable afterglow of being fucked. She was beautiful in a way that felt raw and unfiltered, as if nothing about her had been staged or rehearsed. It wasn’t the kind of beauty you saw polished on magazine covers, perfect and untouchable. It was the kind of beauty you stumbled across at 2 AM in the humming brightness of a gas station, wild and undone, looking like she belonged tangled in sheets instead of standing there naked under the fluorescents, completely out of place and yet impossible not to want.

She tried to smooth herself out, but it was useless. Her skin glistened, her thighs still trembling a little as she moved, her hands quick to brush her hair back but not quite steady. She didn’t bother to cover herself, didn’t seem embarrassed at all. She looked him right in the eye and flashed a crooked, apologetic grin.

“Sorry about the wait,” she panted, chest still heaving. “Was a little...” Her eyes sparkled as she smiled. “You know how it is. Late night rush.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say a word, another figure appeared in the back room doorway. A man. Broad-shouldered, his jeans still undone, shirt open, hair tousled. He looked completely satisfied, moving with a loose, cocky swagger as he came up behind her. Without hesitating, he smacked her ass with a loud, playful slap that echoed through the store, making her jump and yelp, a real, spontaneous sound.

“Thanks for the ride, sweetheart,” the man said, still grinning as he fished a crumpled bill from his wallet and slapped it down on the counter. “You were fucking incredible.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was nothing annoyed in her expression, like this was an everyday thing. She glanced over her shoulder at him, biting her lip.

“Pump three’s ready for you, babe. Don’t forget your jacket.”

He winked at her, scooped up his jacket from a nearby stool, and headed for the door, boots squeaking on the tile.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. You take care, gorgeous.” He tipped an invisible hat to the man at the counter as he passed, shooting him a knowing smirk before stepping out into the night.

The woman watched him go, then turned back to her new customer with a smile that was warm and a little conspiratorial.

“Well. Sorry about the mess. And the delay.” She leaned against the counter, one hip cocked, the other leg crossed behind her. She didn’t bother with modesty, there was nothing performative in the way she stood naked in front of him, nothing self-conscious, just a natural comfort with her body and the situation. If anything, she seemed a little proud.

“You here for gas? Snacks? Or ... maybe the same as he ordered?” she teased, her eyes flicking down to his hands, then back up, her lips curling into a half-smile.

“Uh ... just gas. Pump four.” He cleared his throat, trying not to stare.

“You got it. That your turck outside? How much does that big thing need?” She grinned wider.

“Just ... a hundred bucks.” He pulled his wallet from his pocket and counted out a few bills.

She punched it in.

“Hundred on four,” she smiled, her voice low and a little raspy, like she’d been laughing and moaning not long ago.

The register spat out a slip, and she grabbed it with a practiced flick, sliding it across the counter. Her nails were painted a chipped black, fingers long and nimble.

For a moment, the station was quiet again, just the two of them and the distant hum of a passing car. He tried to look away, but she caught his eye, tilting her head.

“You look like you’ve never seen a naked cashier before,” she said, teasing but not unkind. “It’s a long shift, you gotta keep things interesting.”

He blinked.

She giggled.

He felt his cheeks burning.

She leaned closer, tilting her head, and whispered.

“If you pay triple price I’ll let you fill my tank up too.” She winked, and for a moment he just stared at her, unable to believe what she’d said. But her expression didn’t change, didn’t waver. Her eyes were bright and playful, and her smile was real.

“That’s ... a lot of money,” he finally managed, his heart suddenly beating fast.

“Worth every penny.” She grinned, eyes sparkling.

“What are the terms?” He asked, glancing around, as if there were some way they could be overheard.

“Condom on before you finish, but no limits,” she said. “Anything goes. Anything.”

He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.

“And you won’t ... you know, tell anyone, right?”

“I’m a gas station cashier,” she giggled. “Who the fuck would I tell?”

He hesitated.

She shrugged.

“Grab my tits, maybe that will help convince you.”

He hesitated, then reached out and squeezed her small breasts. They felt firm, the skin warm and smooth, nipples hard against his palms. He couldn’t help but squeeze a little harder, kneading them gently, his thumbs brushing over the nipples, circling the areolas.

“How’s that?” She asked, smiling.

“Better,” he said, still squeezing her breasts.

“Good.” She nodded, watching him play with her breasts. “Now, are you gonna buy me or what?”

“You’re really gonna let me do whatever I want?”

“Yep. Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

He let go of her breasts, reaching for his wallet.

“Alright. I’m sold.” He pulled out what he owed her.

“Perfect.” She grinned, taking the money and stuffing it in the register.

“So...” He trailed off, looking her up and down.

“So ... you got a name, sugar?” She asked, leaning against the counter.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. It’s ... Ben.”

“Ben.” She grinned. “Nice to meet you. My name’s Rey. Let’s go into the back.”

She pushed open the door and gestured for him to follow her. He did, stepping into a small, dimly lit break room. A ratty couch sat against one wall, a mini-fridge and microwave next to it. The floor was a cracked linoleum, the walls painted cinderblock. There was a window that looked out over the pumps and a metal door with a push-bar latch.

“Welcome to the break room,” Rey said, leaning against the wall.

“So, what now?” Ben asked, trying not to stare.

She giggled.

“Now, you do whatever you want with me. I’m all yours. I’m just your little gas station whore, here to serve you. To give you the best experience possible. Any questions?”

“How long do I have you?”

“Until the next customer comes in. And since it’s 2 AM on a weeknight, I’d say we’ve got plenty of time. That last guy got super unlucky that you showed up, barely had 10 minutes with me. So, are you gonna ask any more questions, or are you gonna use me?”

“I ... I don’t know where to start.”

“Getting naked is a good start.” She smiled.

He nodded, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. She watched him undress, her eyes hungry, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.

“I like the way you look, Ben. I think we’re gonna have fun tonight.”

Ben was a lean, well-defined man with a clean-shaven face and a head of messy black hair that framed his features perfectly. His hazel eyes were deep and intense, and his full lips curled into a smirk that seemed almost predatory. Rey found herself drawn to him, feeling a strange heat pooling between her thighs. Something about him felt familiar, and she wanted him to touch her, to make her feel good. She couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her skin, his cock inside her. She wanted him to use her, to take his pleasure from her body so she could figure out who he was and why he was already stuck in her mind.

He pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop carelessly to the floor, his bare chest catching the cold wash of light. His shoulders were broad, his arms toned, and a faint trail of hair ran down from his chest to his stomach. He worked at the button of his jeans, unzipping them slowly before pushing them down over his hips. His boxers followed, sliding off with his pants in one motion, and then his socks, until he stood completely naked in front of her. She stayed where she was, leaning lazily against the wall, arms crossed beneath her chest. Her eyes moved over him in no hurry, tracing from his shoulders to his stomach, then lower, her gaze lingering on his cock. It was already hard, jutting out from between his legs, and she licked her lips at the sight.

“Mmm. I like it. Very nice. You got a nice cock, Ben. Maybe a girl could get a taste?” She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

“Y-yeah, okay. S-sure.”

She pushed herself away from the wall and let her knees touch the floor with a soft thud, never breaking eye contact. Looking up at him from below, her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile as her hand slid up his thigh before wrapping around the thick length of his shaft. Her grip was confident, stroking him in steady, deliberate pulls, just firm enough to make him twitch in her hand. She leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss against the tip, then another, lingering, her tongue darting out to lap at the bead of arousal waiting there.

“Mmm ... you taste good,” she said, her voice husky, lips brushing against him as she spoke.

She gave him a few more teasing kisses along the head, letting her breath warm his skin before parting her lips wider. Her mouth opened around him slowly, wet and hot, her tongue swirling lazy circles as she sucked just hard enough to make him groan.

She slid down inch by inch, her lips stretching around his girth, her throat relaxing as she sank lower. One hand steadied his cock while the other pressed against his hip, guiding herself deeper. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the quiet room as her mouth worked him, her head bobbing in a slow rhythm. Her eyes flicked up, locking on his again, dark and daring, as she swallowed more of him until he was almost all the way inside, her throat tightening around him with each push forward.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, his hands finding her hair, tangling in it.

She moaned softly around him, the vibration sending a shiver straight through his length as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed with every pull, sucking him deeper each time, wet sounds slipping free as her lips sealed tight around him. Saliva slicked his cock, dripping from her chin, but she didn’t care, if anything, she leaned into the mess, letting it glisten under the light.

Her free hand slid lower, cupping his balls with a feather-light touch, rolling them gently in her palm. Her fingers teased, stroking the sensitive skin with practiced ease, making his hips twitch despite himself. She moaned again, longer this time, as if she were savoring him, her tongue swirling around the head before plunging lower to drag along the underside of his shaft. She knew exactly what she was doing. Every movement of her lips, every swirl of her tongue, every teasing brush of her fingertips worked in perfect rhythm, coaxing him closer with merciless precision. Her eyes stayed half-lidded but aware, flicking up now and then to catch his expression, as if daring him to hold back while she dragged him further into her pace.

“I uh ... So what made you apply to be a gas station cashier?” He asked, breaking the moment, trying to keep his mind off how good it felt.

She stopped sucking, pulling off him.

“My dad owned the place, so I kinda grew up here. When he died, the bank took over and made me work for them. But being a cashier alone wasn’t enough for me, so I decided to make my own fun. And now I’ve got a new job title: Gas Station Whore.” She grinned, pumping her hand faster. “What made you decide to stop for gas in the middle of nowhere at two AM?”

“I ... was just passing through.”

“Oh? Where you heading?”

“Just ... nowhere. I’ve been drifting, really.”

“Ooh, a drifter, huh? I like a drifter. Always on the move, always looking for adventure.” She stroked him, her grip tightening a little. “Well, I hope you have an adventure with me.”

She leaned forward and took him back in her mouth, her lips stretching around him, her cheeks hollowing. She started sucking again, bobbing her head, her movements faster and more intense than before. He groaned, his hands finding her hair again, pulling her down onto him. She moaned, her lips vibrating around him, the sound muffled.