Chapter 1

We’ve all heard of those ladies of the night that have been rumored to roam truck stops seeking out lonely drivers. Affectionately known as “Lot Lizards”, “Pavement Princesses”, “Sleeper Leapers”, they tend to move from truck to truck soliciting drivers and seeking money for sexual acts, drugs, or even a ride down the road.

Just like regular street hookers, each of these ladies has her own reason for doing what she does. Some suffer from drug addictions, some are homeless seeking a warm place to stay, and some are just looking to turn a quick buck.

The following is a story of one such “trucker fucker”...

Julia Parker looked in the dirty mirror of the even dirtier gas station bathroom as she applied her makeup. She had to use this gas station bathroom even though it was a block away and on the other side of the interstate because the truck stop she worked had gotten wise to what she was doing and had chased her off. It was a hassle, but then so was getting rousted by the cops.

She had been pretty lucky so far – she had only been bothered by the local sheriff a couple of times and both times she had been able to sweet-talk her way out of it because her trucker client didn’t want the hassle of pressing charges, missing work for a court appearance, and all the associated inconveniences. Besides, everyone knew that these cases usually result in a fine or maybe a few nights in jail, then they were back on the streets. Meantime the poor trucker has at the very least missed a couple of runs (and a paycheck) and more likely gotten himself fired for associating with illegal activities.

Julia checked her appearance one last time. Her makeup was acceptable, her white tie front crop top was alluringly open in the front and showed she was well-equipped for a night of fun and games, and her ultra-short, black patent-leather mini-skirt told her prospective boyfriend she meant business! She slipped into her black, six-inch spiked-heel, open-toe platform pumps and she was ready to go to work. Julia was only five-foot-four-inches tall without her shoes, but these CFM’s brought her up to a respectable five-foot-ten-inches ... which also happened to be a good height for getting in and out of an 18-wheeler!

Julia picked up her makeup and put everything in her small silver rhinestone covered clutch purse, taking note that she would have to pick up some more makeup supplies soon. She stepped cautiously out of the ladies room and took a careful look around. A girl can’t be too careful and the police have been known to lie in wait for a girl like her. But the coast was clear and so she started the short but necessary walk to where she would see if she could find a willing cock to play with.

Julia walked down the side of the road swinging her hips like a Victoria Secret model on the runway. As cars passed by her there would be an occasional whistle or catcall and she would smile and wave at the occupant in the car. It made her feel good when she got such responses – it let her know that her efforts to look attractive were really working. At thirty-five-years-old, she was getting on the high side of the “working age” and so any little ego boost helped.

It wasn’t as if this was her only source of income. Actually, she was fairly well off. Her father had left her a sizable inheritance and that, plus her late husband’s life insurance, provided her with a comfortable living income. She wasn’t rich by any means, but she managed through some shrewd investing, to make a good “middle income” lifestyle.

No, the only thing she lacked was companionship and more to the point, sexual companionship. She wasn’t doing this for the money, although she never turned down a “little something for her” as the trucker’s usually called it. Julia was mostly looking to whet her sexual appetite – which was quite voracious, to be honest. Julia loved sex in all its forms and variations. And although she may be getting a bit mature compared to others in this line of work, her sexual drive was going full steam ahead!

Julia reached the underpass that would allow her to cross under the interstate and get to the other side. This part of her daily walk to work made her the most nervous. Unfortunately, she had to get to the other side of this six-lane divided highway and this was the only way to do it on foot.

But going under the overpass scared her – it was dark, abandoned, and usually had some kind of unsavory element taking shelter in it. So before she started through the dark underpass, she tucked her purse up under her arm and took a good grip on her spray can of mace ... she wasn’t taking any chances!

But she got through the scary section of her trip without incident and breathed easier once the traffic lights started back up. She shrugged off the worry of the tunnel and proceeded on to the truck stop.

It was just past 11:00 pm when she got to the truck stop parking lot – late enough that is was getting dark so it would hide her from interfering eyes, but early enough that most of the truckers would still be awake and relaxing in their rigs. A good time to start “honey hunting”!

And her hunting grounds were unusually active that night, which was always a very good sign. Julia licked her lips eagerly at the prospects in front of her. Over forty big rigs sitting there, some of them idling, some shut down, but the possibilities looked very promising tonight. Julia could feel her panties getting damp already.

She sauntered up to the first rig, a 1989 GMC sleeper cab with a box trailer. Julia had gotten pretty good at picking out possible clients by the look of their rigs. This truck was shut down and the engine was cold. The lights were out – this driver was more than likely asleep so there was no point in trying this truck.

She moved on to the next one, a newer 2007 Kenworth with a huge sleeper! This one looked like it would be fun! And the rig was running ... this one had potential! Julia climbed up on the passenger side steps, hanging onto the handrail with one hand and tapped the window with her long red fingernail. Luckily for her, the driver was in the sleeper reading as he tried to wind down from the days’ driving.

Julia’s husband Ron was himself a long-haul trucker so she was familiar with all the talk and knew how to converse with these men. She had been to his trucking company office several times and had made a few friends along the way. It had been a good life all in all, but it did leave Julia alone a lot.

It was this loneliness that had driven her into becoming a “lot lizard” in the first place. Julia hated that term, though. She was no reptile! She preferred “sleeper leaper” or “parking lot princess” or one of the more appealing terms. Hell, even being called a slut or a whore would be preferable to being thought of as a reptile!

Then, about three years ago, Ron was killed when a drunk driver crossed into his lane and smacked a car ahead of him. He swerved to avoid the tangled cars and crashed through the guardrail, going over the 100-foot embankment and rolling several times before coming to rest on the driver’s side.

The driver of the Kenworth rolled down the window of his truck partway. He was no fool – he knew that some of these women weren’t after sex, they were just straight-out thieves looking for a loose wallet or anything else they can grab and get away with. He rolled the window down just far enough to hear and be heard, but no one could reach in and unlock the door.

“Yeah, what do you want darlin’?”

“C’mon mister, let me in it’s dark out here and I’m cold!”

He looked at her skeptically, but then opened the door. This woman didn’t look like the drugged-out half-starved young kids he had seen prowling around other truck stops. In fact, aside from the way she was dressed and the surroundings they were in at the time, she looked like she could have just come from a PTA meeting or something!

“I don’t doubt your cold, considering what you’re wearing! What’s a nice looking woman like you doing in a greasy old parking lot with a bunch of road rascals like us anyway?”

“Me? Oh, I’m just looking for a friendly face! Someone to talk to and ... maybe a playmate if you are interested?”

“I don’t know about the friendly face part. I’m not exactly known for being Mr. Sociable you know! That’s why I’m a trucker – I don’t deal well with people!”

“Well, you are doing pretty good with me, honey! So what are you known for?” Julia took the lead in this dance and began rubbing his crotch. She was pleased with what she found there. This guy may not deal with people conversationally, but his hardening cock was talking up a storm!

“Mmm, baby, I think I found that playmate I was looking for!”

Being a trucker’s wife was hard, but it wasn’t any easier on the trucker’s either. And because he was on the road so much he didn’t have a chance to have a wife or girlfriend at home when he got there. So when Julia started cooing and caressing him, he quickly responded! He sat back and opened his legs a little wider as she rubbed his hardening cock through his old blue jeans.

“So what’s your name, baby?”

“My friend’s call me Tommy, but my handle is The Grump!”

“Well, I’d like to call you Tommy then – The Grump doesn’t sound at all sexy!”

“So what’s it gonna cost me to be your playmate tonight?”

“Well, that depends on the games you wanna play. I get $40.00 for a blowjob, $80.00 for sex, and $100.00 for both.”