Chapter 2
A whole new feeling toward sex went through-Vicky as she realized what her job at the truck stop involved. When men would give her the eye and tell her that they would like to see her later, she knew where and what for. She could take on as many or as few as she wanted to. Being a truck-stop waitress was not only giving her pussy a workout, but she was discovering her bank account was feeling no pain.
Another waitress who worked there by the name of Wanda was getting jealous. Wanda the redhead told her that she wanted to talk to her one night alone.
She went into Wanda's room and Wanda lashed into her.
"Ever since you've come here, honey," she snapped indignantly, "I've had trouble. The men think you're better apparently and don't want me. It's disgusting. "Do I need a face lift or what?"
"Not a face lift, honey," she replied crisply, "but your tits sag. You might do something about it."
"For your information," Wanda shrugged, "nothing on my body sags. I make it a point to get plenty of exercise and follow a very good diet. I think it's disgusting the way you throw yourself at those truck drivers."
"What you're saying is competition is killing you," Vicky told her frankly, "and I've got to tell you, dear, I don't give a damn."
"You probably wouldn't," Wanda said. "I send money for child support to my mother. She takes care of my daughter. Would you like to see a picture of her?"
She opened her wallet and showed her a small photo of a very attractive young girl.
"How old is she?" Vicky asked, almost sorry she had been so sarcastic.
"She's ten," Wanda replied. "I was a child bride. I loved this baby, though. That's why I worked my damned ass off. I'm gonna make it nice for her. I have a trust account built up for her."
"I'm sorry if I've caused you problems," Vicky said, "maybe I can swing some of the business your way. If you would dress a little better, it would help. You really don't have a bad shape."
"Let's face it," Wanda said truthfully at last, "you've got me outdistanced by a long shot. But, honey, I've got to live, too."
"Of course you do, darling," she smiled, "and I will direct business your way if you will follow a few simple guidelines. For one thing you wear too much makeup. Try less lipstick. You come on too strong. Do you get what I'm driving at?"
"I guess I do," she said quietly, "I have an inferiority complex because I had a beautiful sister who always put me in the shadows."
"That's too bad," Vicky smiled kindly, "for you have a lot to offer. I don't blame you for doing what you're doing because I'm doing the same thing for the same reasons."
"How much do you get paid?" Wanda asked bluntly.
"That depends," she replied.
"On what?" Wanda continued her line of questioning.
"On the kind of services I perform," she explained.
"Some of these truck drivers are beasts," Wanda insisted, "they expect you to do everything from sucking on their ass-hole to licking their balls. How disgusting."
"You mustn't look at it like that," Vicky explained. "They all have desires. Some of these desires are fantasies. We appeal to their imaginations with our bodies. If we say you can do this but you can't do that, they feel limited. They want freedom. Freedom to express every offbeat desire that burns in their bodies. If you could understand that, Wanda, you could succeed, my dear."
"That is why I'm failing around here," she said furiously, "you are willing to do everything. I'm not. I'm not going to suck anybody's ass. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Clearly," Vicky replied, bending her position, "you are a good waitress I'm sure. But you're not a truck stop girl."
"And I'm glad I'm not," she said as she left her.
At this point the two girls had no more to say. Vicky left and went back to her room. She hadn't been in there ten minutes before the owner Gus came in.
"You've been talking to Wanda," Gus said, "what's she trying to tell you?"
"It's none of your business, Gus," Vicky said. "Do you have any other questions?"
"You're not gonna talk that way to me," he told her emphatically. "If you try any more of this crap you are going to be out on your ass."
"Gus," she said angrily, "you've got a hell of a lot of nerve. You think every girl around here has to listen to you as if you were a king."
"I am king of this place," he said. "Sure, it isn't much, but it makes you a living."
"That's true," she admitted, "but I earn my board and keep and don't think I don't."
Gus looked at her hungrily.
"Don't look at me like that," Vicky shrugged, "because I'm not going to go to bed with you for my job. I perform well for the men who pay. I'm willing to go along with it."
"I got Ralph to break you in," he said, "and now I notice you are quite an independent cuss. Let me tell you something, baby, if you don't please old Gus you're not gonna be around here long."
Realizing that her job could be on the line and not wanting to give up that swiftly, she went over to him and looked in his eyes.
"Gus," she smiled, "don't be that way. You know I think a lot of you. Or at least, you should."
"The hell you think a lot of me," he snapped indignantly. "You think a lot Of yourself. You'll do anything to get ahead. You're like most other women. Look, sweetheart," he told her, "I'm gonna take a shower. Then I'm gonna come out here and stretch out naked on that bed and I want you to service me."
"How much ? " she snapped.
"This one's gonna be on the house, baby," he told her, "I don't pay when-I play. Not when a girl uses my restaurant for what you're using it for."
She shook her head and laughed.
"Knock it off," she said, "I'm the main attraction here. Do you understand that?"
"Judging from how upset Wanda is getting, I guess that's the truth. Why don't you take it easy on her?"
"I'm not worried about Wanda," she said tightly, "I'm just concerned with myself. I'm a selfish bitch."
Gus realized he was going to have to pay or not get to play.
"How much?" he asked. "But I'm not gonna pay as much as those other cats."
"For you, Gus," she said, "I'll make it real cheap. About a hundred dollars for everything."
Gus got so steamed up he nearly knocked her to the floor.
"What's wrong?" she smiled smugly.
"You know I'm not gonna pay that kind of money for your pussy," he told her. "I'll give you twenty bucks and I'll do anything I want. Now you just relax, baby, while I take my shower and get set to give you a good screwing."
Figuring that she'd better not carry the issue any further, Vicky decided she would play along with Gus.
"I was only teasing, Gus," she said, "you're so good looking I'll do it for free."
Gus chuckled with delight. If there was anything he wanted to avoid it was paying for pussy. It was a point of pride.
Not only did he take a shower but she joined him. Vicky soaped him down. She pulled on his cock and' got him all excited.
"Oh, baby, what you do to me," he told her, "you're too much. You really are."
"Knock it off, Gus," she said, "you know you're just a horny old bastard."
Gus enjoyed her teasing. He also enjoyed her hand work on his cock.
She pulled him by his penis back to the bedroom.
"I brought something in a little sack for you," he smiled.
She was curious to know what it was. Would it be jewels? What enticement would Gus use? She got a let-down when he opened the sack and removed a cube of butter.
"I took this from the kitchen," he told her, "and I thought I would use it on my prick so I could slip it up your ass."
"How thoughtful," she smiled at him.
Gus laughed. He had a good sense of humor. "Why don't you rub it on my cock?" he suggested.
"With pleasure," she assured him.
When it was well lubricated Gus made her get on the bed on all fours.
"All I want to see upraised, honey," he smiled, "is your ass. Understand?"
"Certainly, Gus," she replied, "you don't have to draw a picture."
Gus got behind her and flipped his slippery buttered penis between her ass cheeks. With a hard stab he drove his throbbing male member up her rectum.
"Fuck it, honey," he smiled, "that's it, baby. Grind your ass for me."
She ground her hips around. It was just the way he wanted her to do it.
"Oh, baby, I'm really turning on," he said excitedly. "That's it. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it. Come on, baby, fuck it."
He was becoming more intensely excited every moment.
"That's how you do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, fuck it. Come on, fuck. Fuck it."
She twisted her ass around as Gus's well-lubricated shaft slid rhythmically in and out of her gyrating ass.
"You know how to give a man a good screw," Gus admitted. "No wonder the men talk about you all the time. I don't blame them. Oh, sweetheart, what an ass-hole. Fuck it. Fuck it!"
In and out with piston precision movements his penis pumped. She was becoming so stimulated she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "you sure know how to give old Gus a good ,fuck. Fuck it. Fuck it!"
He rammed it hard up her rectum. He loved watching in the mirror above the dresser. For he could see his. thick slippery penis stabbing her twisting bare buttocks repeatedly.
"You're tight, honey," he told her, "and it sure feels tremendous. Fuck. Oh, baby, I love it when you wiggle your ass like that. Keep it up. It won't be much longer, sweetheart. Oh, yes, I'm juicing."
The hot white cream spurted out of Gus's big cock. She milked his penis with her sphincter muscle as she ground her hips around for him. He slapped her ass cheeks laughing and joking as he fucked her.
"Sure wish my wife could see me now," he chuckled, "wouldn't she have fun?"
There was no doubt in Vicky's mind that Gus was enjoying himself. He bent way over when he completed shooting and played with her bosoms.
"We ought to get together on a regular basis," he told her, "old Gus needs a good fuck now and then. I'll be much more agreeable, sweetheart, if I get my satisfaction."
"Sure, Gus," she said pleasantly, as she realized she had little alternative.
When Gus pulled his slippery cock out of her ass, he didn't hesitate to tell her just how tremendous she was.
"You know, baby," he said, "if my wife would ball like that I wouldn't need to be disloyal to her."
"I'm sure she gives you very good reason to do what you do, Gus," she said, trying to string along with him.
Gus wasn't satisfied to leave though. He slid down between her legs and passionately pumped his tongue into her pussy.
"You're quite a pussy eater, Gus," Vicky complimented him, "I can tell that by the way you use your tongue. You're not a beginner, are you, baby?"
Gus pulled his tongue out of her vagina long enough to tell her triumphantly, "I've been a pussy eater since I've been fifteen years old."
"Good for you, Gus," she smiled, "I'm sure you've brought great joy to a lot of women with your talented hot tongue."
Gus went back to licking her there.
"Keep it up, sweetheart," she told him, "just like you're doing it. I like that. Yes, baby, now you're showing a little affection for me."
It was amazing to her how Gus would eat up anything she told him. She couldn't help get a big charge out of his lusty desires.
When he nibbled on her clit she loved it. He did it just right. Not too hard but enough to get her going.
She climaxed a couple of times and he hastily lapped her up. Pulling his tongue out of her pussy he gently pressed his lips down and kissed her there.
"Thank you, Gus," she smiled, "a lot of men aren't as affectionate as you are. You have a mean growl, but when you're down there between my legs you're like a lamb."
"I appreciate feminine beauty," Gus explained himself, "I always have, honey. I always will."
"I'm sure you always will," she told him.
There wasn't the least trace of doubt in her mind that Gus was sincere in his flattering words.
"Gus," she suggested, "why don't you fire Wanda?"
"I was thinking of that," he admitted. "I've had a lot of truckers complain. They say she is real sarcastic to them."
"And ungrateful, too, Gus," she said quickly. "I don't think she appreciates one bit the opportunities for making a good living that you offer her."
"You're right," he said, "I'll get rid of her. I'll find a girl who isn't afraid to go to bed with any of these truckers. A girl who will satisfy their carnal lusts the way they must be satisfied."
"Your business would pick up, Gus," she said. "I hear there's a truck-stop restaurant about ten miles from here that's picking up a lot of business because they've only got one broad here who gives out. Namely, me."
"I'm glad that you've got your ear to the ground so you can pick up the news of what's happening," Gus told her, "as I don't want to play second fiddle to no other place around here."
"I'm sure you don't," she told him, "and I want to help you any way I know how."
Gus glanced down between his legs. His cock was stiffening again.
"Your wife is expecting you," Vicky told him. "You'd better get home."