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Highway Whore

Copyright 2000 - FK Publications

As the car radio played away, tuned to an oldies station, Meg glanced at the clock, seeing two thirty in the morning. While moving down the interstate in the middle of no where, the dark-haired female saw a sign up ahead indicating the sale of food and beverages.

Making a right on the next exit ramp, she pulled up to a stop sign, again turned right, and moved a quarter of a mile down a desolate state route until she saw the old dilapidated gas station.

Lightly, the lady said to her own ears, “ Yea, this’ll do.”

Finally, she parked the rusted Granada in the gravel lot before the station’s glass window, taking note of only one other car, most probably the sale clerk’s vehicle.

Seated in her contraption, Meg turned off the ignition as the radio played “Down in the Boon Docks”. With everything silent, the lady took note of the insect sounds as she gave in to her vanity, slightly adjusting her dark mane raised to the top of her head, having a few strands flow down to the side. Flicking the dome light off, Meg reached over to the glove compartment, opened it, and removed a Luger.

The weapon in hand, the woman opened the car door and stepped out, taking in the night air as she stood upright dressed in her well fitting blue jeans, a T-shirt cut off at the bottom revealing her navel area, and her knee high stiletto boots, partially hidden under the long pants.

Looking both ways, Meg moved her right hand behind her frame and pushed the gun into the back of her pants, using the leather waist belt to hold the metal object in place.

With the weapon partially concealed, the dark-eyed lady slowly strolled toward the building, pulled open the glass door, and stepped inside.

“ Hello ma’am, how are you today?”, ask a middle aged man behind the sales counter as he peered down at a magazine.

“ Oh..., I’m, ok.”, answered Meg with sarcasm in her gothic voice.

However, when she got to the counter, the vixen pulled out the pistol from behind her, aimed it at the guy, and said, “ The question is...are you gonna be ok?”

As his head went up slowly, his eyes met the barrel, causing his hands to shake while he raised them.

“ All right, all right..., I’ll cooperate with whatever you want, just don’t shoot!”

“ Open the drawer, let’s go, hurry up!”, demanded Meg as she continued to point the thing at the man.

Doing so, he let the drawer slide open, revealing its contents.

“ Move over.”, said the wicked lady while stepping behind the counter.

With her sexy physique before the register, Meg removed all the money, including the larger denominations under the tray, stuffing it all into her pants pocket.

Looking up, she saw the security camera. Taking aim, Meg shoot at the lens, busting the thing hanging from the ceiling into a number of pieces.

As the man flinched at the gun’s discharge, Meg again pointed the weapon at him, saying, “ Where’s the video recorder, you’ve got a security camera, so where’s the recorder?”

Playing ignorant, he responded with, “ Ah..., I’m not the owner.”

“ Listen..., don’t fuck with me asshole, now where’s that dam recorder?”, screamed Meg furiously at the top of her lungs.

Frightened, the guy lead Meg into an adjoining room used as the station’s office. Inside, she immediately took note of a video screen and a VCR. Going over, Meg hit the eject button and pulled out the cassette. The thing in hand, she next smashed the picture tube with the Luger’s grip.

Smiling diabolically, Meg again pointed the weapon at the guy, saying, “ Get down on your knees.”

While his legs rattled, the man lowered himself, finally kneeling before his tormentor.

Setting the cassette down for a moment, Meg used her free hand to unbuckle her belt and lower both her jeans and panties to her thighs. “ Crawl to me, you piece of shit!”, ordered Meg as she presented her harry cunt to the guy. When he approached, she shoved her slit into his face while holding the pistol to his head, saying, “ There..., now lick me, let’s see what you’re good for!” Not only terrified by the gun, the man was surprised as well, but nevertheless complied, inserting his tongue up her pussy, exploring her dark interior. About five minutes later, she came, spilling her vaginal fluids all over his face.

Stepping back two feet, Meg pulled up her attire and again took hold of the cassette. While looking strait into his eyes, Meg raised the Luger, aiming directly toward his head. “ No..., ma’am, please don’t!”. As she smiled, Meg pulled the trigger, watching his head pop back and his frame fall to the floor.

Walking up the the corpse, the dark-haired beauty kicked the immobilized frame and chuckled, replacing the Luger back into her belt.

Upon leaving the office, she simply walked up to one of the shelves behind the counter and removed a carton of cigarettes. Moving away from the sales area, she went down the main isle, grabbing a bag of potato chips in the process. Finally, she left, returning to her car.

Once before the old Ford, Meg tossed the chips and cassette through the open passenger window and tore away at the cigarette carton afterward. With a pack removed, she took out a New Port, reached into her T-shirt’s pocket, produced a lighter, and fired up. After dropping the lighter and carton on the passenger seat also, Meg circumnavigated the vehicle and pulled open the driver’s door, placing her right boot upon the run, just standing there and staring at the building for about twenty seconds. Finally, she set her nice denim covered ass into the seat, started the engine, and drove off.

Again on the interstate, Meg removed the uncomfortable pistol from her belt, leaned over, and returned it to the glove compartment. From the same compartment, she took out a highway map, flicked on the dome light, and determined her present location, keeping half her attention on the road.

Headed down I-75 at sixty miles an hour, Meg realized the map indicated she’d be approaching Cordele, Georgia pretty soon. After shoving the paper back into the glove compartment, she turned off the light, and simply listened to the radio for the next half hour.

Finally, after noting a sign marking the town’s presence, she got off the interstate, seeing a Super Eight motel to the left.

Pulling into the parking lot, Meg found an empty spot and turned off the engine. Reaching over, the woman grabbed the cassette and ripped out the two reels, taking up the lighter afterward. While the yellow flame hovered above the small nozzle, she slowly moved the video film above the heat, destroying the material, preventing anyone from making a positive ID.

Seeing a waste basket a few meters ahead, Meg got out and disposed of the cassette and the burnt film, returning to her car, locking it up, and going to the trunk. Peering inside, she removed a plastic bag containing a fresh change of clothes.

While walking into the lobby, she was greeted by a man with, “ Hi..., need a room?”

“ Yea.”

“ Ok, here’s a key to number twenty six, please fill out this form.”

Having no address, Meg wrote down some arbitrary information before finally asking, “ How much?”

“ It’ll be fifty two for a night.”, answered the guy.

Reaching into her jean pocket, she produced the cash, setting it on the counter before the man. When he gave her the change, she took up the plastic bag and ventured out, headed for the entrance of number twenty six.

Inside, she simply threw the bag to the floor next to the bathroom, lit up another cigarette, and tossed herself upon the mattress, just lying there for the next fifteen minutes.

When the cigarette burned itself to the filter, she slowly got up, killed the thing in an ashtray upon the nightstand, and ventured over to the bathroom, standing before the mirror.

After looking at herself for a moment, she slipped off her shirt and bra, pulling off her boots next when she finally went out of her jeans and underwear. All naked, the sexy creature removed the pins from her hair and stepped into the shower, cleaning herself off. With her body and hair all wet, Meg reached for a towel and dried herself. Finally, eventhough her hairs were still damp, the naked woman simply crawled into bed and fell asleep.

At nine thirty the next morning, the murderess awoke and got off the mattress, venturing over to the john. There, she sat her ass on the toilet and took a piss. Finished, Meg reached into the plastic bag and took out her clean attire, another pair of jeans and the same kind of shirt, putting them on afterward. Her hair obviously dry by now, Meg reached for a brush also in the bag and combed her beautiful long lark mane. In the end, she raised it back to the top again, allowing a few locks to hang loss at the side.

Using the same bag, she stuffed her unwashed attire into the plastic after removing everything from the pockets, ventured down to the laundry matt going with the motel. All done, she returned to the room, tossed the bag of now clean clothes upon the bed, and finally took up her wallet, the cash, and her lighter from the nightstand where she’d just previously set the stuff. With the money in her wallet, she pushed the thing into her back pocket and took up the lighter, firing up another cigarette from the pack she brought with her.

Her boots on, Meg left the motel and went across the street to a McDonald’s and ordered breakfast together with a cup of coffee.

While she sat alone and stared out the large glass window, a man approached with his tray, saying, “ Hello, can I sit here?”

“ Yea.”, was all she said as she sipped her morning brew.

“ Nice day today..., don’t you think?”

Making a sigh, the attractive brunette simply responded, “ I guess.”

As he began eating, he said, “ My name’s Joe, what’s yours?”

Measuring him off for a second, Meg responded, “ Look..., if you wanna screw, it’ll cost you two hundred bucks, otherwise... get the fuck outta my face..., understand?”

For a moment, the man was stunned, saying nothing for thirty seconds until he bit his lip and remarked, “ Ah..., yea...why not, I’m only passing through this town, I’ve got an extra hour or so, let’s go for it.”

Smiling sarcastically, she said, “ Well...in that case, my name’s Meg, pleased to meet you Joe.”

When both individuals where done with breakfast, the man ask, “ Could we make it one fifty?”

Getting up, Meg turned around and presented her ass to the guy, saying, “ See this.., you want it or not?”

“ Yea ok, I was just trying, that’s all.”

Following the sexy lady, Joe, went across the street and eventually stood before room twenty six of the Super Eight. Inside, she immediately said, “ Let’s see the cash.” Removing his wallet, the man produced the tens and twenties, placing them upon the nightstand. “ Good.”, responded Meg as she took off her attire, leaving only the boots on. When he was also naked, Meg placed her ass upon the bed, crossed her legs, leaned back a little, and said, “ Get down on your knees and kiss the leather.”

“ What’s this?”, ask the guy with a little confusion.

“ If you want your cock up my cunt, then it’s gonna be my way or nothing, so do as I say or get lost!”

Slowly, he went to his knees and pressed his lips against the side of her beautiful stiletto works of art. Letting him kiss away, he went on for twenty minutes until asking, “ Ain’t we gonna do something else?”

“ I was just going to, but since you opened your dam mouth, you can spend another five minutes kissing away.”

Finally, the gothic feline got up, snapped her fingers, and pointed to the bed, saying, “ Lay down on your back.”

Once the man was situated, Meg stepped upon the mattress and turned around, facing his feet. Placing one boot to each side of his head, the woman slowly lowered her sexy and curvaceous female ass right into his face, eventually letting her full weight press down upon him.

With her palms resting on her thighs, Meg said, “ You can start with my asshole and work your way forward to my cunt.”

Slowly, he began exploring her shithole with his tongue. “ C’mon, lick faster, or I’ll fart in your face!”, exclaimed the lady as she enjoyed the sensation of his servitude.

From beneath her ass crack, she heard some mumbling sounds, but eventually made out, “ Ok, ok...”

Finished with her asshole, he moved to her slit, licking away until she came, doing it all over his lips.

“ All right, for your final treat..., I’ll fuck your dick.”, remarked Meg as she raised her butt slightly, rotating her frame, and finally lowering her wet pussy over his hardened shaft. Bouncing her pelvis up and down, Meg caused the guy to cum, spraying his stuff up her opening.

As he lay there exhausted, Meg got off the bed, removed her boots, and ventured to the shower, cleaning her cunt and ass afterwards. All done, she went back into her attire, putting the boots back on in the end.

Lying there with his eyes closed, the man didn’t move. However, Meg yelled, “ All right..., time to get up, get dressed and get the hell outta here!”

“ Let me rest for a few minutes.”

Not saying a word, Meg raised her right boot to the bed and pushed at the guy, rolling him over until he fell off the mattress, striking the floor.

“ Ok, ok, moaned Joe as he got to his feet, reached for his clothes, put them on, and left.

Alone now, Meg lit up a cigarette and sat down upon the mattress, musing away for the next two hours.

At noon, Meg got her things together, checked out, and returned to her car. After pulling out of the lot, she made another turn, went through the same McDonald’s drive through, ordered a Big Mac, some fries, and a coke. After paying, she drove off, finally getting back on I-75, heading south.

Driving along, she had no place in particular to go. Owning nothing but her car and a few basic necessities, she was homeless, spending her days on the highways, making money either through prostitution or robbing places here and there, killing all potential witnesses.

With enough money to last her a few weeks, the woman eventually found herself in Arizona, having turned into I-10 back in Florida.

On the outskirts of Tucson, she got off the freeway and pulled into the lot of an almost deserted truck stop. Being eleven at night, she felt secure under the cover of darkness as the woman concealed her pistol and entered.

Seated at the bar were only two people, a trucker and his wife, probably a cross country couple, taking turns at driving. Choosing a seat three stools down, Meg ask the only other individual in the place, “ Got any Black Velvet?”

“ Yea sure.”, answered the bar tender as he smiled at the sexy woman fresh from the outside world.

After he poured the drink, he slid it to her atop the long table and ask, “ You from around here?”

“ Just passing through.”, answered Meg while turning her attention to the couple.

“ That’s your rig out there I presume?”, inquired Meg as she downed the booze.

“ Yea..., that’s ours.”, responded the blond while her husband simply nodded his head.

Turning to the bar tender, Meg ask, “ So it’s just you three here all alone tonight?”

“ Yep, just us.”, replied the guy as he cleaned a previously used glass.

Done with her drink, Meg reached for the weapon and pulled it out, getting off the stool in the process. “ Ok..., give me whatever you’ve got in the drawer, let’s go!”

Surprised at the sight of a woman aiming a gun at him, the bartender nevertheless complied, opening the drawer, and placing three hundred bucks on the table.

Grabbing the cash, Meg quickly stuffed it into her pocket and made a step back, looking now at the couple. “ Don’t you two make a move!”, yelled Meg.

“ We won’t”, said the trucker as he and his wife just stood there with their hands up.

Returning her attention to the employee, Meg took aim and pulled the trigger, hitting him right in the center of the forehead, killing him instantly!

As the bartender fell to the floor, the blond screamed out in fear, shaking all over. Slowly, Meg aimed the gun at the two remaining people.

“ Please..., ma’am, let us go, we mean you no harm.”, said the terrified lady.

Smiling, Meg remarked, “ You really wanna live, don’t you.”

Nodding her head with wide open eyes, the blond responded, “ You can have whatever you want!”

Measuring the jean clad female off, Meg saw that she wore western boots similar to the trucker’s. Laughing, Meg said, “ Let’s play a little game, shall we?”

“ What are you talking about?”, ask the guy, still standing there with his hands up.

“ Take off all your clothes...now!”, screamed the dark-haired bitch as she stood about eight feet away. Looking at one another, the couple nevertheless did as ordered, removing everything when Meg said to the blond, “ Put your boots back on.” Obviously doing so, the lady slipped the light brown pieces of leather back on and continued to stare forward, having fear and curiosity written all over her pretty face.

“ Get down on the floor!”, yelled Meg to the naked man.

Going down, he finally stretched himself out upon his back when he heard, “ All right blondy..., start kicking him, kick him in the head.”

“ Please..., do I have to!”, begged the helpless woman.

In response, Meg pointed the gun a few degrees off and fired, striking a stool next to the couple. Terrified by the sound, the lady began lightly kicking her husband’s head with her boot.

“ Harder!”, screamed Meg as she slowly opened the zipper of her pants, slipping in her middle finger, eventually finding her clit. With the pistol in her other hand, Meg fingered herself while the other lady kicked away, inflicting pain upon her husband.

“ Trudy...that hurts!”, complained the guy as the side of his head swelled up.

“ I can’t help it.”, whimpered the lady, “ She’ll kill us if I don’t!”

Completely turned on now, Meg exclaimed, “ Now step on his face, do it!”

Trudy raised the sole of her boot and brought it down on the guy’s mouth, causing his lips to bleed.

“ Ha, ha, ha...!” , laughed Meg like a lunatic as she brought herself to orgasm.

After removing her middle finger, Meg zipped up her fly and went around the bar, reaching for a beer. The bottle open, she placed it to her mouth, drank some, and then yelled, “ Lower your ass into his face...let’s go bitch!”

When Trudy’s butt blocked out the man’s view of the world, Meg said, “ Ok..., now tell him to eat you out.”

“ Eat me.”, mumbled the blond as Meg took another mouthful.

“ Say it louder!”, screamed Meg.

“ Eat me!” said the lady with more force to her words.

“ Well asshole, what are you waiting for...do as she says!”, hollered the evil brunette.

His tongue up his wife’s snatch, the trucker licked away, going on for ten minutes until the diabolical creature said, “ That’s real good, there’s nothing like getting your cunt licked, isn’t that right bitch?”

Nodding her head, the helpless lady just sat there as Meg finished the beer, throwing the empty bottle across the room afterward, smashing it to pieces against the opposite wall.

Taking aim, Meg pointed the Luger at Trudy, saying, “ Goodbye cunt!”

“ No, don’t, don’t...!”, screamed the woman as she held up her hands, trying to cover herself.

Nevertheless, Meg pulled the trigger, striking the blond in her chest, causing the bullet to pierce her heart, killing the female instantly.

After his wife’s body fell back and off of him, the man quickly sat up only to see the Luger pointing at him. Before he could react, the gun discharged, sending a piece of lead into his brain, pushing him backwards, throwing his head upon Trudy’s waist.

With an evil smile across her lips, Meg pushed the pistol back into her belt and slowly strolled past the two naked bodies, finally leaving the building.

Once inside her Granada, Meg started the engine, lit up a cigarette, and drove off, heading west on I-10.

The End.

 


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