First off: this post is a great example of why you get the content warning when clicking on a link for my blog. This excerpt contains both sexual and violent content while balancing a bit of adult humor. So, continue reading with that in mind. 😉
Turning the corner, I glanced around,
disappointed at the lack of people. Maybe it was too early, but usually at the
truck stops I was familiar with, the first shift of panhandlers were in place
at the break of dawn, swindling truck drivers and travelers before they could
get their first cup of coffee and fully wake up.
“Shit!” I swore, and then bit my lip,
narrowing my eyes.
“Such language from such a purrty
thing. Your momma didn’t raise you right.” The voice came from the parking lot
behind me.
“Excuse me?” I spun around and glared
at the broad-shouldered, mostly silver-haired man stepping up on the store’s
sidewalk.
“Don’t get me wrong, while you ain’t
marrying material, a girl with a dirty mouth usually carries that dirty over
elsewhere.” He waggled his eyebrow at me. “I’ve got fifty bucks if you show me
how dirty you can be.”
“Are you fucking kiddin’ me?” I laughed
at him and rolled my eyes. “Ugh!”
“Name’s Rusty. If you change your mind, I’ll be out in a
few. We can put that dirty little mouth of yours to work. Maybe, I could scrape
up another twenty-five if it’s more than just your mouth.” He stuck his tongue
out and flicked it furiously, lapping at the air in a suggestive way. “Who
knows? If you’re a good little, dirty girl, I’ll give you a ride on the Rusty
Racer.”
He walked in through the automatic
doors as I gagged, forcing down the bile that threatened to come up my throat
and out of my mouth. Who the hell names their tongue? I thought with a
shudder.
I walked to the opposite side of the
building and looked along the empty walkway. Frustrated and irritated, I
started back to the car.
Just eat the truck driver. That guy
seems like a prick, anyway. I’ll have someone clean it up later. Bastian’s
voice glided through my mind.
I recoiled at the thought but decided
the options were limited, and the guy pretty much invited it. Fine. I guess
you’re right. I’ll be around in a bit. Gotta wait for him to come back out.
You could always take a little
longer, have a little fun . . . try out the Rusty Racer. The
sound of laughter echoed through my head.
Um, yeah. Nah, I’m good. I
shook my head, trying to erase the image that passed through my thoughts.
He’s not too bad looking. Not hot,
but I guess you like ‘em to look like they’re barely out of high school. His
words struck hard when I realized he was referring to Marshall. Not that
Bastian looked any older.
Bite me, I
retorted.
Only if you ask nicely, he
replied, catching me off guard.
“Still here, I see,” the trucker said
behind me.
I tried to compose myself before
turning to face him, knowing a blush had crept up my cheeks from Bastian’s last
comment. “Yeah, turns out I like to be dirty. You don’t even have to pay me.” I
smirked.
His jaw went slack, and he seemed at
a loss for words.
“Unless you didn’t mean it. I can go
find someone else, but I really wanted to see why you call it Racer.” I pouted
my bottom lip out. “Like can you put a vibrator to shame or is it just over quick-like?
I suppose if it’s done properly, quick is fine as long as it actually gets the
job done.”
He stood there dumbfounded.
I huffed. “I see,” I said, pouting my
bottom lip out further, “you’re all bark and no bite.” Turning, I took a step
to walk away.
He gripped my wrist, causing me to
spin back around and face him again, need burning within his hazy blue eyes.
“Where you going?” He pressed my palm to the bulge at the front of his jeans.
“You can’t cause this, and then just walk away.”
“Technically, yes, I can, but I
won’t. Where are you parked?” I asked, shaking my arm from his grip.
“It’s the red and blue rig over that
way.” He jutted his chin toward the left side of the parking lot.
“Well, let’s go get that little guy
taken care of.” Taking the lead, I headed for the semi he’d indicated.
He unlocked the door when we reached
the truck, and he made sure to ‘help’ me into the cab by grabbing my ass as I
climbed in. When I slid the curtain to the side, I was surprised by what was
there. I didn’t know what I’d expected, but it certainly wasn’t a full set-up—king
size bed, sink, mini fridge, and a T.V.
“Nice,” I said, walking to the bed
and sitting down.
“Worth every penny.” He stood
hovering just in front of the curtain before he reached back to pull it closed
behind him.
I patted the bed beside me. “Well,
get over here and show me what I’m working with.”
Uh, Coral, what are you doing? The
words drifted through my mind, uncertain.
I chuckled internally. What I do best?
Seduce and slaughter. I thought you knew that?
Can you not project? I don’t really
want to watch this. Bastian’s words were contradicted by the
way they drifted through my mind, more with a tone of interest than disgust.
What? You’re an adult. You can handle
a blowjob. It . . . well, it just might be a little bloody. You’re not opposed
to blood, are you? I mean, you do drink it, right?
I let the words pass through my mind to his as I watched truck-driver Rusty
drop his pants.
Um, Coral, that thing’s not a straw? Please,
don’t act like it is. That’s just not right. I don’t care how much of a creep
he is. Bastian’s words nearly had me sputtering with laughter, but I held
it in.
“Aww, he’s so ready, but you’re still
all the way over there. What are you waiting for? Kick your pants off your
fucking ankles and get over here,” I said, and then licked my palm before
inserting two fingers into my mouth and sucking them.
Rusty whimpered, honest to goodness
whimpered, and then did what I’d told him. When he was close enough, I wrapped
my moistened hand around his hardness, stroking down and then back up the
length of him. My thumb glided over his tip, catching the bead of slickness
that had left him.
Bastian pleaded in my mind about not
wanting to watch, did I not have an ounce of humanity? Blah, blah, blah. I
hadn’t actually planned on putting my hand on the thing, let alone my mouth,
but Bastian’s freak out was too much fun.
I looked up at the man in front of me,
his eyes were intent and focused on my hand as it slowly slid down the length
of him and back up again. “Why don’t you lie down? Get comfortable?” I said and
moved my hand away from the throbbing lump of flesh.
He sat down beside me and laid back,
sliding further up the bed to where only his sock-covered feet hung off the edge.
I could practically hear Bastian’s
labored breathing. Seems he didn’t mind so much ‘watching’ the ongoings, but he
seemed just as surprised as Rusty did when my pocketknife sliced through his
femoral artery.
No, neither one of them noticed as I’d
slipped the blade from my pocket or even the small click it made as I opened
it. I’d adjusted myself like I was going to take him into my mouth, and then
there was blood everywhere as I plunged the blade through the thickness of his
thigh. It made a much bigger mess than I’d anticipated before I could seal my
lips around the incision.
The shock of it left truck-driver Rusty
silent, and he was dead before he realized what had happened. Of that fact, I
was nearly positive. Once the blood stopped filling my mouth, I pulled back,
noticing the creamy splash of ejaculate across the man’s lower belly and up his
shirt. His face locked in an expression between ecstasy and fear.
That was all kinds of wrong. Bastian’s
words sounded somehow breathless as they flowed through my mind. You weren’t
always this ruthless. It’s . . .
Hot? Sick?
I offered.
Unnerving, yet, strangely compelling,
he
said.
I shook my head. I’m gonna need
you to drive back here. I’m a mess. I need to shower when we get to that bitch’s
house.
