Chapter 8

We were at the truck stop diner by 4:30 and I was talking to my first date within a few minutes of getting there. I rode in the truck and Ronnie gave me a rock to smoke on the way. Weirdo parked in the very corner and Ronnie was a few spaces away. I looked back at them as I climbed into my first big rig of the night.

"Straight fucks, no blow jobs today. Make sure they don't use condoms and if they do, get it from them and bring it back to pour it out into the fucker's mouth," were my instructions as we drove there. I didn't have to worry about that as no one used one.

I climbed down after my first fuck and headed for the van. It was a cargo van with no windows on the sides. The doors in back had small windows but were covered with curtains. A shower curtain stretched across the back of the seats giving us some privacy. I opened the door and climbed in.

Weirdo was on his back, his head closest to the doors waiting for me.

Squatting over his face I lowered my dripping pussy towards his mouth.

I had been squeezing as hard as I could to keep as much in as possible and like a flood gate, it poured out just a few inches from him. He lunged upward like Shamu jumping from the water, planting his mouth over my sex.

I pushed, he sucked and five minutes later I was all cleaned. Getting out, I went in search for my next customer. By 7 o'clock I had made nine trips to the van and there was no sign of slowing. I did have to pee once but waited until he cleaned me to do it. I also grabbed a sandwich from the cooler and a soda before heading back out.

After my tenth date Ronnie let me take a break and handed me the pipe and a rock. "You're doing great," he said as the drug coursed through my body. Just as I was about to go back out a cop car pulled up next to us. I freaked out. The officer got out and approached Ronnie's side.

"License and registration," he said looking over his mirrored glasses at the three of us.

"Lucky? That you?" Ronnie asked grinning like a fool. He removed his glasses and his face cracked into a smile.

"Ronnie? I'll be damn I haven't seen you since high school."

"Deek," Ronnie said turning to his friend. "You remember Lucky, don't you?"

"Sure do. We used to have some great times." He was smiling too.

"Lucky, this is my daughter, Debbie," he said putting his arm around me.

"Your daughter?! I didn't think you'd ever have kids," he said with a smile.

"What's going on, Lucky? Why you here?"

"Got a call about a prostitute working out here. Caller said she was from this truck. Even gave your tag number."

"A prostitute?! Are you serious? I think there's a mistake about that. Just me and Deek and Debbie here. Just got a sandwich and a soda. I was about to go back in for some smokes when you pulled up."

He looked us over, me especially. I looked like a whore, I smelled like a whore and I think he knew I was a whore, but his old high school friend said I wasn't so that was good enough for him. "Can you step out of the vehicle, Ronnie?" he asked stepping back.

The two of them went around the front of the squad car and talked.

"What do you think they're talking about?" I asked Deek.

"Dunno. Hope he don't cause us no shit though." He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag staring at them. "If he runs Ronnie's id we're fucked."

"What do you mean?"

He took another long, hard drag and blew the smoke out of the window.

"Ronnie's a wanted man. That's why he left Florida. Got warrants out for him there." I watched as the cigarette burned bright red on the tip as he sucked hard on it again. After the fourth puff it was almost gone and he flicked it out of the window, not once taking his eyes off of them. "He was heading west. Maybe Texas, maybe California. Stopped by to see some old friends on his way through." The glance my way before looking back at Ronnie and the cop.

"He wanted to go see you mom, you know to get a piece before leaving.

Still got something for her I think. Then he found out 'bout you and everything changed." His eyes darted around randomly but mostly focused on what was going on with this Lucky cop.

"You mean he found out he had a daughter and wanted to spend some time with me?" I asked hopeful that he wasn't the asshole I thought he was and maybe he did care about me.

"Huh? Uh, no. He found out you were like the biggest slut in town. Said he had to find out for himself if it was true. I guess he found out alright," he said smiling for the first time since Ronnie left the truck. I felt like shit.

The door opening startled me and I jumped a bit. Ronnie was getting in and Lucky came back to the driver's window. "My shift's over at

11," he said staring at me.

"No problem, man. It's set up. Hey, it's really great to see you again," Ronnie said starting the truck. Lucky walked around, got into his car and left. Ronnie picked up his phone and called weirdo. We were leaving here," he started. "Fuckin' manager caused us some shit so we gotta leave. Follow us," he added backing up. It was almost 8 now and getting dark.

"What happened?" Deek asked as we pulled out of the truck stop.

"He just had to make it look good. That shit head manager of the truck stop called the cops on us 'bout Debbie. He said we'd better get moving 'cause he didn't want any more calls."

"So nuttin' gunna happen, right?"

"Naw, you know Lucky. He was one crazy bastard back in high school.

I surprised he's even a cop. We used to out run the pigs back in the day. Just the six of us probably was a third of the crime rate in

Vicksburg," he said laughing.

"And Lucky was the worstest," Deek added with a snort. They both laughed.

I had no idea what they were talking about but I did know that we wouldn't be getting in trouble. We drove down the river walk near all the casino boats, strip joints and dive bars and parked at a bar known for the blue collar workers, red necks and boat workers. Every once in a while you'd hear on the news about this place and the fights or drug busts and whatever.

Weirdo parked next to the truck and Ronnie got out to talk to him.

I saw him give Ronnie a lot of money and they came to Deek's side.

"Let's go inside," he said to Deek and started walking towards the darkened door. He got out and weirdo got in the truck with me with a big grin.

"You are very pretty," he said once again. I smiled. "You know you look a lot like Jody Foster when she was young. Or that Lindsay Lohan girl, 'cept without all those stupid freckles."

"Thanks," I said looking towards the bar.

"I'm serious. You could be a model if you wanted to be. Guys would go crazy for you." I didn't reply. "Can I ask you something?" Oh

God what now? Why does he have to be here and why doesn't he just shut the fuck up! "Why do you do this? I mean all the sex stuff."

I looked at him and wasn't sure what to say. Why DID I do this?

What has my life become? I saw Ronnie's cigarettes on the dash and reached for them. "You really shouldn't smoke. They're bad for you." I ignored him and lit one.

"Thank you for doing this for me," he started again. "It's been a fantasy of mine for a long time." I blew smoke towards him and watched as it floated out of the window past his head.

"Are you gay?" I asked trying to turn the conversation away from me.

"WHAT?! Oh my god why would you ask that? Of course I'm NOT gay!"

Wow he took offense to that question.

"Then why do you want to eat cum? That's kinda gay isn't it?"

"No it isn't. A lot of guys eat it. I've been eating my own since

I was a teenager. Anyway if it's in a pussy it's okay. I mean it's not like I'm sucking some guys cock or anything."

"Oh, okay," I said taking another drag off the cigarette. "Did you give Ronnie all of your money?"

"Yea, why?"

"Just wondering. Do you know how many more customers I'm supposed to do for you?"

"Eight. But Ronnie said he's got a bonus for me later if I pay all upfront." Oh great, a surprise. Just then the door opened and

Ronnie and some big cowboy type walked out heading our way. He opened the door and the light came on so he could get a good look at me.

"Only 50 for this sweet young thing?" the burly man asked peering in through the window.

"Yea, and we got the penthouse suite right here," he said slapping the side of the van. It was dark outside so I didn't get a good look at him but that didn't really matter. He handed some money to Ronnie and I climbed over weirdo's lap to get out.

Even with the thin mattress it was hard on my back and having a 250 pound bucking bronco pounding away on top of me didn't help at all. He didn't even take off his clothes, just pulled his jeans down to his knees and shoved his cock into me. I could feel the van rocking from his thrusts.

After he finished he got off, pulled up his pants and mumbled some- thing that sounded like thanks and left. Ronnie was gone but the weirdo was standing there waiting. As soon as cowboy was out of the way, he climbed into the van and began slurping on my pussy.