02-07-2020, 07:07 PM
“The best thing to do would be to go over the bridge there and go to the lorry park. There’s bound to be a few trucks heading north from here. Just chat up the drivers and you’ll soon get a lift. Go on, off you go!” Neil urged.
“But I, er , I don’t know how. I mean, what am I supposed to say when they ask what I’m doing here?”
“Tell them you had an argument with your boyfriend. Tell them he wanted you to give him a blowjob but you refused. He got angry and threw you out of the car.”
I hesitated, suddenly I didn’t want to play any more. Neil got out of the car, opened my door and pulled me out. Then he jumped back in and they roared off, sounding their horn and waving happily. I stood watching them go for a moment, expecting them to stop at the last minute, but instead they disappeared onto the slip road and back onto the motorway. I looked around me. The car par of the services was virtually empty. Feeling suddenly very vulnerable, I made my way to the bridge and began to cross over to the other side of the motorway.
As I descended on the other side a sudden gust of wind caught my skirt and lifted it over my waist, exposing my stockings and suspenders, as well as my knickers. I heard a brief cheer from my right and turned to see about five truck drivers enjoying cigarettes and hot drinks. I looked around. There were no other drivers in the car park. Unless I wanted to take my chances and wait, I would have to approach the group.
I walked as confidently as I could towards the men. As I drew closer I could see they were all in their forties or even older. Every one of them was dirty, sweaty. Most wore jeans and vests, one had a torn T-shirt on instead. They all wore three or four-day stubble, and they were all carrying far too much weight.
“Excuse me, could you help me please?” I said as calmly as I could.
“Depends what you need, darlin’.” One said. The others laughed.
“I need a ride.” I said, stupidly. They laughed again.
“You’ve come to the right place then, love!”
“Er, I mean, I need a ride north. I need to get home, and I don’t have any money.”
One of them walked casually towards me, his eyes ranging over my body as he drew closer. “How did you get here then, sweetheart?”
“I was out with my boyfriend.” I stammered. “We had an argument. He left me here. He’s taken my bag, it’s still in the car. It’s got all my money.”
“You mean he just drove off and left you here. A pretty little piece like you? He must be crazy! Anything could happen to you, these are rough places, darlin’. You want to be careful.” The others murmured their agreement.
“Yes, I’ll be careful. I promise. Can any of you help me, please? I only need to go a few miles.”
They asked where I needed to get to. I told them. One of them grinned. “This is your lucky day darlin’. That’s right where I’m goin’ I can drop you right at your door.”
I looked at my rescuer. Mid forties, overweight, sweat stained. His arms heavily tattooed, his features blurred by age and over weight, his greying, greasy hair combed over to cover an obvious bald patch. He looked at me like he’d just won a prize. Some of the others looked irritated.
“Come on then, darlin’. You come with me, yes?”
I nodded. I didn’t feel I had any choice. I followed him until he unlocked the doors of a large, white box van. He stood at the passenger door, holding it open for me.
“Up you get then.” He leered. I stepped into the van and started to pull myself up into the high passenger seat. As I did so I felt his hand on my bottom.
“Let me help you in.” He chuckled, then pushed, lifting me into the seat. He slammed the door then quickly made his way to the driver’s side. In moments we were on our way, passing the remaining group of drivers he gave them a ‘thumbs-up’ sign, grinning broadly.
Once we were on the motorway he said, “So how old are you then, darlin’?”
“Twenty two.”
“What’s your name then?”
“Alison.”
“That’s pretty. I’m Billy. You say you had an argument with your boyfriend?”
“That’s right.”
“What about?”
“Oh, something really silly. Nothing important.”
“So what was it, then?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“Well, that’s not very friendly, is it? I’m only making conversation, but if you’re going to be like that, maybe I should just drop you at the next services?”
“No, please! I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just a bit embarrassed, that’s all. I suppose I feel a bit foolish. Please, I need to get home.”
“Well, ok then. So what was the argument about?”
“He wanted me to do something, and I didn’t want to do it, that’s all.”
“What did he want you to do?”
I could see I wasn’t going to get out of this. Billy wanted to know all the details of my imagined argument.
“If you really need to know, he wanted me to give him a blow job, and I said ‘no’.”
He laughed. “Why did you say no, then?”
“I just didn’t want to do it, ok?”
“Too good for that then, eh?”
“No. It’s not that. I just didn’t want to do it tonight, that’s all.”
“And so he chucked you out the car?”
“But I, er , I don’t know how. I mean, what am I supposed to say when they ask what I’m doing here?”
“Tell them you had an argument with your boyfriend. Tell them he wanted you to give him a blowjob but you refused. He got angry and threw you out of the car.”
I hesitated, suddenly I didn’t want to play any more. Neil got out of the car, opened my door and pulled me out. Then he jumped back in and they roared off, sounding their horn and waving happily. I stood watching them go for a moment, expecting them to stop at the last minute, but instead they disappeared onto the slip road and back onto the motorway. I looked around me. The car par of the services was virtually empty. Feeling suddenly very vulnerable, I made my way to the bridge and began to cross over to the other side of the motorway.
As I descended on the other side a sudden gust of wind caught my skirt and lifted it over my waist, exposing my stockings and suspenders, as well as my knickers. I heard a brief cheer from my right and turned to see about five truck drivers enjoying cigarettes and hot drinks. I looked around. There were no other drivers in the car park. Unless I wanted to take my chances and wait, I would have to approach the group.
I walked as confidently as I could towards the men. As I drew closer I could see they were all in their forties or even older. Every one of them was dirty, sweaty. Most wore jeans and vests, one had a torn T-shirt on instead. They all wore three or four-day stubble, and they were all carrying far too much weight.
“Excuse me, could you help me please?” I said as calmly as I could.
“Depends what you need, darlin’.” One said. The others laughed.
“I need a ride.” I said, stupidly. They laughed again.
“You’ve come to the right place then, love!”
“Er, I mean, I need a ride north. I need to get home, and I don’t have any money.”
One of them walked casually towards me, his eyes ranging over my body as he drew closer. “How did you get here then, sweetheart?”
“I was out with my boyfriend.” I stammered. “We had an argument. He left me here. He’s taken my bag, it’s still in the car. It’s got all my money.”
“You mean he just drove off and left you here. A pretty little piece like you? He must be crazy! Anything could happen to you, these are rough places, darlin’. You want to be careful.” The others murmured their agreement.
“Yes, I’ll be careful. I promise. Can any of you help me, please? I only need to go a few miles.”
They asked where I needed to get to. I told them. One of them grinned. “This is your lucky day darlin’. That’s right where I’m goin’ I can drop you right at your door.”
I looked at my rescuer. Mid forties, overweight, sweat stained. His arms heavily tattooed, his features blurred by age and over weight, his greying, greasy hair combed over to cover an obvious bald patch. He looked at me like he’d just won a prize. Some of the others looked irritated.
“Come on then, darlin’. You come with me, yes?”
I nodded. I didn’t feel I had any choice. I followed him until he unlocked the doors of a large, white box van. He stood at the passenger door, holding it open for me.
“Up you get then.” He leered. I stepped into the van and started to pull myself up into the high passenger seat. As I did so I felt his hand on my bottom.
“Let me help you in.” He chuckled, then pushed, lifting me into the seat. He slammed the door then quickly made his way to the driver’s side. In moments we were on our way, passing the remaining group of drivers he gave them a ‘thumbs-up’ sign, grinning broadly.
Once we were on the motorway he said, “So how old are you then, darlin’?”
“Twenty two.”
“What’s your name then?”
“Alison.”
“That’s pretty. I’m Billy. You say you had an argument with your boyfriend?”
“That’s right.”
“What about?”
“Oh, something really silly. Nothing important.”
“So what was it, then?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“Well, that’s not very friendly, is it? I’m only making conversation, but if you’re going to be like that, maybe I should just drop you at the next services?”
“No, please! I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just a bit embarrassed, that’s all. I suppose I feel a bit foolish. Please, I need to get home.”
“Well, ok then. So what was the argument about?”
“He wanted me to do something, and I didn’t want to do it, that’s all.”
“What did he want you to do?”
I could see I wasn’t going to get out of this. Billy wanted to know all the details of my imagined argument.
“If you really need to know, he wanted me to give him a blow job, and I said ‘no’.”
He laughed. “Why did you say no, then?”
“I just didn’t want to do it, ok?”
“Too good for that then, eh?”
“No. It’s not that. I just didn’t want to do it tonight, that’s all.”
“And so he chucked you out the car?”
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