Chapter 2

Daisy

As its weakening rays illuminated magnificent purple and pink striped clouds, the sun lowered towards the mountains. Heart still thrumming, Daisy’s sunbaked body was fluttering. Through slitted eyes, her mind was awhirl as she caught sight of a towering truck stop sign far in the distance. As shocked as her husband had been at her display, the pure ecstasy had also stunned her. And, as she’d lain there next to him, pretending to sleep, letting the sun and wind slide over her nude frame, Daisy hoped he didn’t notice the hungry little moans. Each one accompanying a memory slipping back into her struggling mind.

The two of them had only started dating a year ago. Then they’d rushed the wedding. She loved Dan. Nice. Smart. And kind. But he—he hardly knew her. Still faking her sleep, she swallowed as the distant sign became larger. Though she’d thought about it—several times—she never told Dan the one perk of being an excellent dancer for the basketball squad. And she was an excellent dancer. Each time she put on a show, she loved making the crowd happy. Lauded by her coaches, the other dancers, and—others ... At the thought of the others, the ones she sometimes dreamed about, she gulped and then flicked her slitted eyes to see if Dan had caught her. He hadn’t, and she relaxed. Daisy always was a premier performer—before Dan. And while she’d stayed loyal to him, many a friend had enjoyed the team’s more carnal attentions.

Her mind raced as her heart thrummed; Daisy was always a good girl. Lucky, she’d found herself a nice, kind—safe boyfriend, who now was her husband. As she grinned at the storybook perfection, she sucked on her lips when the car shifted on to a well-worn and pitted, narrow offramp that rattled her still puffy folds.

But she’d listened to her friend’s stories and—dreamed. So, when his face, the passenger’s, had appeared, it reignited those dreams. No. She gulped. They were only fantasies. But, either way, the man’s smiling face had brought them all tumbling back. As much as Daisy loved her husband, he’d enjoyed watching her as well, but...

Her nipples tightening as they slid under the thin blouse, Daisy exhaled.

But...

After rolling her head to her husband, she repeated in her mind as if it were a mantra. Dan was a good man. A nice man. The man she’d always wanted—smart, funny, and...

Safe.

But his slender frame, pale skin, now reddened from the sun, and gangly movements were not the stuff of her fantasies. While dancing for the team, she’d remained loyal to him. While she’d performed, she’d ignored the more leering smiles, and reminded herself of her boyfriend. A deep troublesome ache within her flared, sometimes, while removing groping hands from her, but she always reminded herself that she loved Dan and fled.

But today...

Today, her own husband had encouraged her and enjoyed displaying her. Today, she’d had a small taste of her fantasy, and she’d made Dan happy as well.

The best of both worlds.

She sighed.

“The best of both worlds,” she murmured under her breath while Dan pulled them into the massive complex and scanned for an open pump.

While looking around as they came to a halt, Daisy was unimpressed. The functional but unremarkable cluster of facilities looked like it’d been at this highway crossroads for decades. The gas station possessed at least a dozen islands for cars while another tall, white-canopied pumping area on the far side served trucks. Beyond the pumps sat a squat, orange-brick building housing a gaggle of popular and not-so-popular chain restaurants. Their diverse signage glommed to the facade above the dusty windows and the jingling glass doors of its main entrance. Along with the cars and vans scattered before the structure, twenty trucks of various colors and sizes already occupied parking spaces for the night.

When Dan leaned over, she tilted her face to his, and his warm lips found hers. As they kissed, she drove her hands along his sweaty shirt to hug him tight. His after-shave wafting around her made Daisy feel warm and comfortable and—so damned horny. Even as Dan grinned at her, the truck passenger’s much broader smile flashed into her mind. Heat flared through her.

With a long exhale, Daisy’s arms slid from his slender frame when Dan pulled away to step out. Her husband’s face was as flushed as hers felt. At her hungry glance at his bulging shorts, he smiled. They both needed relief. And soon.

Speaking of relief.

After sliding back to her side, Daisy gave her husband a grin, unfurled from the car, and swept her hands along her thighs to straighten out the tiny skirt. Without panties, the warm desert air tickled through her moistened folds. As the echoes of her thrusting fingers—and that smile—rattled her, she gulped and forced a tight smile.

“Gonna pee, babe. Be right back.”

Still licking his lips, her husband nodded and gave her a quick smile before turning to the pump. Already pumping gas, Dan kept glancing after her; he’d definitely noticed how incredibly turned on she was. She was gonna ride him hard tonight. A smile slipped onto her face as, chest still thumping and lightheaded, Daisy made her way towards the bustling complex, tracking the wide variety of people coming and going. Families, couples, groups. All sizes, shapes and colors.

Did I do that? Did I really flash a stranger?

All her life, Daisy was used to putting on a show. Dancers did that. But dancers wore costumes. Not like out there. Her eyes flicked back along the thin asphalt ribbon.

I’d done more than flash.

On the road, under the sun, Daisy told her husband she couldn’t do it again, but the fluttering inside her ... That said something else entirely. Deep flares of heat still erupted all across her body, and she stumbled as she made it across the cracked asphalt. She chuckled. Oh, yeh, poor Dan was going to get lucky tonight, several times. With a wider grin, she pushed open one of the two dirty glass doors. Its little bells jingled. A gasp flew from her when the ice-cold air conditioning blasted her, tightening her already sharp nipples and raising goosebumps.

As the iron-hard stems poked and slid under her blouse, she gnawed her lower lip and slipped further into the store. After glimpsing the “Ladies” sign, Daisy swerved her way through the narrow aisles, stuffed with everything from hunting gear to overpriced tourist crap. Just as she was about to pass by a tall double-racked aisle of coats, she halted to let an elderly couple saunter by in front of her.

“Hey there, showgirl.”

At the deep voice directly behind her, Daisy jerked, and her chest tightened. After a nervous swallow, she turned around to see a pair of smiling, deep mahogany faces. Both grins widened as her eyes swept their towering frames clad in loose dark trousers and chest-hugging polo shirts that displayed every rippling muscle.

Wow!

Blood pounding in her ears, Daisy struggled to decipher the words from the truck’s passenger’s wide purple moving lips and swallowed. Clenched tight, her fingernails sank into her suddenly sweaty palms. Again and again, her heart stuttered while the two men’s eyes roamed her barely clad frame. They’d seen what lay beneath her clothes. Trembling, she bit her lower lip.

Because I’d shown them.

Ignoring her lack of reaction, they smiled until the rushing slowed in her head and she finally heard the passenger repeat. “This is Cheeser. And I’m Skink.”

As Daisy’s chin quaked, her fingernails were so deep they must’ve been drawing blood by now. Memories flashed through her. Not her memories. They were her friends’ memories. But her fantasies. Except these weren’t college basketball players. They were grown men. She chewed her lower lip and stared at them.

Well-built grown men—very well-built.

Body taut as a wire, she tried to look past them, but their bulk blocked any view of the rest of the store. Other patrons, chatting, laughing, or muttering into phones, wandered around, but none noticed her in their shadows. Her heart was staggering as the fantasies—her fantasies—merged and whirled within her.

The passenger—Skink—wearing a blue polo, continued, cracked his knuckles as he shifted from foot to foot. “Cheeser ... Well, he missed your little road show.”

At the sound of his deep voice, Daisy’s mind tried to catch up. Right. Right, the driver. Cheeser was the truck driver. Amidst the aromas of over-cooked fast food, the wafting scent of the two men towering over her slid into her flaring nostrils. Leather, woodsy cologne, and ... Man.

Even as her stomach—and below—fluttered, Daisy’s brain rushed to follow his meaning. The passenger’s—Skink’s ... Yes, his name was Skink. His lips moved again as his smile widened—such large, brilliant white teeth.

“ ... and he was wondering if you could, uh ... You know. Give him a replay.”

What? A replay? Here? No wait. Anywhere. No. That had been one time...

“Oh, I don’t know...” Heart now thundering in her constricting chest, Daisy licked her lips and squinted through a gap in the rack towards her husband by the car. It’d been one time. One show. For Dan, really. But ... It wasn’t just for Dan. The smile. The one before her now. She remembered other smiles similar to that: hungry smiles, radiant smiles. And the wandering hands—also happy.

Her fantasies.

She loved to make a crowd happy.

“Oh,” burst from her when large hands landed on her hips. As she trembled in their grip, her head whipped back to the two basalt giants. With heat flaring inside her, she kept swallowing. Cheeser slipped his fingers tight around her waist. She shouldn’t. She couldn’t.

But—his hands ... Oh, God. So large. The memories. What they said—her friends. What she fantasized. The fingers squeezed. Though her brain said “No!” something else awakened once more. And it said differently.

“I ... Uh, I...” While her gaze whipped to her husband, Daisy’s nostrils again flared as she inhaled—deeply. Leather, woodsy, sweet, incense-like cologne ... And Man. She held in a tiny moan—she thought.

“What’s his name?” Skink asked.

Daisy flicked to Skink, who was looking out at the car before answering. “Dan.”

Skink turned and looked down at her. The smile—that radiant smile—returned. She gulped as he spoke. “Well, then. Don’t you worry. While you show Cheeser what he missed, I’ll go out and tell Danny boy you’ll be just a bit longer. Okay?”

Before she could answer, Cheeser’s large fingers again squeezed her hips. As she stared into the gleaming black skin under the open collar of his orange shirt, Daisy’s half-hearted protest died on her lips.

I’m a dancer. A performer. One more time. What could it hurt?

He. Skink. Right, Skink. The one with the pretty smile. The one she performed for already ... Yes, he’d tell her husband where she was. Perhaps Dan would come in to watch. He enjoyed that. Watching. Dan did. Whatever resolve she had left dissolved at that moment. With a sigh, Daisy let her feet slide along the floor as Cheeser guided her towards the back. After they went past the ladies’ room, Daisy’s heart stuttered in her chest; unslowed without panties, warm dribbles descended her inner thighs.

I’m supposed to be scared.

A whimper crossed her lips.

Am I really going to do this? Give this guy—Cheeser—a private show?

After halting before the door of the men’s room, the basalt giant’s cracked lips landed on her neck. When he sucked on her taut flesh, another forlorn whimper escaped her. Knees wobbling, Daisy tilted her throat to let him gnaw on her. Hunger. Memories. Not hers.

“You gonna put on a show for Cheeser, sweet young thing?”

Unable to answer as she gasped for air, warm wet trails from another pair of rivulets raced down her shaking legs. Panting breaths burst from her open lips as he tugged her inside. Lightheaded, she stood in the middle of the blue and white tiled room. Though old, the bathroom at least smelled clean. While her heart raced, she shook as he checked each of the stalls before slapping an “Out of Service” sign on the door and locking it.

With a chuckle, Cheeser leaned against one wall; the white-toothed smile she’d seen in the side mirror gleaming at her slid across his dark face. Warmth flooded her body, and she uncurled her fists, but her fingertips trembled against her bare thighs. They curled once more, and she swallowed when her eyes darted to the warped metal mirror. White-rimmed blue eyes, bright red cheeks and ears, and swaying blonde tresses looked back at her as she gulped.

“So, what did I miss, sweet thing?”

After ripping her gaze from the mirror, Daisy stared at him, wincing as her fists tightened. If she were going to run or scream, that time had long since passed.

I can show him. Skink is telling my husband right now. Dan will knock and they will let him in and he will watch and everything will be fine and...

“Oh, you know what? Let’s have some music.” His words shutting her tumbling thoughts down, Cheeser pulled a phone from his pants and played a sultry jazz tune. Just like the tunes she’d danced to on the court. Memories ... Stories from friends ... Fantasies—hers.

Despite the raging emotions, Daisy held in a moan. The music was familiar and, entranced, she swayed to the rhythm. It was also—comforting. In college, she’d enjoyed performing, and she was a dancer. Resting against the wall, his brawny arms crossed over his enormous chest, Cheeser’s twinkling gaze followed her motions. The basalt hulk didn’t say a word as she danced, only raising an eyebrow when she reached for the knot between her swinging boobs. The tight nipples sliding under the material were driving her insane. At the sound of her folds splashing against each other beneath the tiny swishing skirt, Daisy’s brain sputtered. Another set of dribbles tickled their way down her legs. Would he notice?

This isn’t college. He isn’t a college boy. I have no panties on...

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