The Desert Ch 04

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It took them the better part of three days just to get all the sand out of the place. It didn't initially occur to either of them to board up the broken windows before they started sweeping. Most of the first day was spent cursing and swearing that no matter how much sand they removed there always seemed to be more that remained. When Jackie finally realized their mistake, she broke into a laughing fit, fell to the floor gasping for breath, before Joe managed to make her tell him what was so funny. However, he did not share her thoughts on the matter and set off, muttering under his breath, to find some cloth and plastic to cover the gaping holes in the wall that used to be windows.

Once the windows were covered the rest was pretty smooth sailing. They got rid of the sand in the next couple of days and were busy trying to sort through the store's inventory when they heard a rumbling sound outside. Joe, slightly startled, jumped, grabbed his gun, and called out to Jackie to get her crossbow. She did just that and met him by the front door, locked, loaded and more than a little nervous.

The sound grew louder as the minutes passed but they couldn't see anything. As the rumbling increased their nerves grew more and more tense. By the time the bike finally came in to view, Jackie was visibly shaking and Joe was more than a little sweaty. As soon as they realized that the sound was not an indication of imminent doom and the end of the world, they both breathed a big sight of relief, while still maintaining a healthily defensive posture towards the approaching vehicle.

Neither of them had seen a functioning motorcycle for years. Jackie thought she had seen a couple that looked to be in working condition while she was being dragged around by a leash on all fours by some gang leader a few months back, but she'd never actually seen one run. At least not that she could remember now.

The memory of those weeks she spent, crawling around like a dog and getting raped and beaten daily sent a shiver down her spine and she realized she actually feared that vehicle now coming towards them. The only reference she had to bikes was not a good memory and it was taking a toll on her. Joe could see the fear in her eyes and tried calming her by laying a hand on her shoulder and kissing her gently on the cheek. She almost pulled away from him on pure reflex but managed to steel herself and keep still. The feelings of fear and panic did not, however, go away. She knew it was highly unlikely that this bike belonged to that same creep, but knowing it didn't help much. The feeling in her soul told her that no good could possibly come from such machines.

As the motorcycle slowly pulled over by the pumps outside their new home, Joe sent Jackie to the back room to make sure the back door was locked properly. Although this was only one man, the possibility that there were others around that they couldn't see was all too real, and he didn't want to chance getting surprised.

"

Cover all the exits! Man the guns! Defensive positions!

This isn't an old army movie, dick...

I'm just sayin' ...

Well, don't just say. I've got this.

Sure you do, sergeant...

Shithead..."

Joe shook his head to get the voices to shut up before he once again returned his attention to the person on the bike. Clad in some sort of full leather attire, topped off with a big, black motorcycle helmet which covered the face, it was impossible to tell if the rider was male or female. The cyclist had dismounted and looked over the pumps, as though they actually might be able to get anything out of them. When that didn't work, the helmet was removed, revealing stunning, long, blonde hair falling down a weathered but pretty woman's face. She looked to be about his own age, maybe a year or two younger, though it was hard to tell these days. The desert quickly took the youth out of you, and even though she looked to be around the age of forty, she could easily be as young as thirty. She looked up and saw Joe standing inside the door. She showed him her hands, making sure he could see she was unarmed, and started walking slowly towards him.

When he realized the person walking across the gas station was a woman, Joe unintentionally relaxed a bit, lowering his shotgun. Not until Jackie returned to his side, unwavering in her suspicion, did he regain some of his own. He mantled his shotgun, raising it slightly as he unlocked the door, ignoring the protests from Jackie. She wasn't at all happy about this turn of events, but if Joe decided they would let this woman in, then she would make damn sure they were still alive when she left.

As Joe stepped out onto the dusty tarmac, Jackie stepped into the doorway, aiming her crossbow squarely at the unknown woman's head. Joe had his gun pointed at the woman at about waist level and when he commanded her to stop, she did so, raising her hands above her head. She spun around slowly on his command, then proceeded to remove her leather jacket before completing another full turn, showing them that she was unarmed. Jackie, however, was not yet fully convinced.

"Strip!" She had come out of the store and was now standing next to Joe. "Completely."

The leather-clad woman never even blinked as she started removing her pants, revealing a pair of stunning, tanned legs that seemed to go on for miles. Jackie seemed to be more taken with her than Joe was at this point, and when the partly clothed woman started removing her top, Jackie's jaw actually dropped.

The woman wasn't wearing a bra, but instead had wrapped her breasts in a combination of cloth and plastic, in order to reduce their size as much as possible. Why she would do that neither of the two lovers could understand, but it didn't matter. The fact was that underneath all the wrapping there seemed to be a fairly substantial amount of boobs. The discomfort of keeping them wrapped up like that must be incredibly annoying, perhaps even painful.

"What's your name?" Jackie had regained her composure enough to find her speech again.

"Trudy." Her voice was smooth and sweet, though it had a hard and 'no bullshit' tone to it.

"You may get dressed again, Trudy." Joe lowered his gun and told Jackie to do the same. "I'm sorry about that. You can just never be too careful these days."

Trudy just nodded at him as she pulled her pants back up and put on her top. She then threw the jacket over her shoulder and walked casually towards them, extending her hand to greet them properly. They both shook it and welcomed her in.

As they all entered the now somewhat tidy store, Trudy stood for a bit, looking around as if she was searching for something. After only a few seconds it appeared she had found it, and she walked over to a small shelf on the back wall, helping herself to a few packs of bushings, a long rubber hose and a funnel. She looked up at Jackie, raising her eyebrow in an unspoken question, and received a only a small nod in reply. She smiled, stuffing the materials into her jacket before walking over to the counter, sitting up on it.

"It's quite a nice place you've got here, I have to say." Trudy smiled at them for the first time. "By the way, do the pumps work?"

Jackie shook her head in frustration. "Afraid not. There is a gasoline powered power station in the back, but it's run dry. Can't get it running without getting more gas, and I can't get any gas without getting it running. Great huh?"

Trudy contemplated this for a while, staring off in the distance and mumbling to herself. Joe found her quite attractive in this state for some reason. He found himself wondering what she would be like, bent over that counter, getting that firm, round ass of hers spanked. He was soon brought back from his day dreaming by a sharp elbow to the ribs, courtesy of Jackie. She looked up at him with a knowing smile and winked at him before she walked over to Trudy and jumped up on the counter next to her.

"Anyway Trudy..." Jackie still had a sly smile on her face. "I just have to ask. What's with that wrapping, you know, around your tits." She blushed as she spoke, but she really was curious.

Trudy smiled at her and gave her hair a quick ruffle. "It's purely for survival dear. You must know what some men do if they find a lone woman out there."

A quiver of fear went though Jackie as she knew just all too well what Trudy meant. She quickly averted her eyes and stared straight down to the floor. Trudy saw her reaction and went awkwardly quiet. It was obvious this beautiful, young woman had seen her share of what men did to women if they were unlucky. Without thinking she reached her arm out to Jackie's face and tenderly stroked her cheek. When Jackie didn't pull away, she continued the motion until she heard Joe approaching.

"There's no need to keep them locked up as long as you stay here, dear." His voice gave away his lust and she grinned at him.

"Oh there isn't is there?" She winked at him, but made no effort to take him up on his offer. "How do I know you won't simply rape me as soon as I get my jacket off? For all I know this pretty little thing is just your slave who you're using to lure me into feeling safe until you have me tied up in the back, using me for a punching bag."

Joe was completely floored and found himself at a loss for words. Of course, her position was a completely natural one and her suspicions were absolutely justified. The fact that she had already been nearly completely naked in front of him, although it had been at gun point, and that she had freely revealed herself as a woman well before she'd known who was around had not escaped him.

"I don't think you believe that at all, though." Joe smiled warmly at her. "If you had, you wouldn't be sitting here so casually, when that big knife you're carrying in your jacket is laying too far away to reach in a pinch."

Trudy never revealed any of the shock she felt at his statement, but only smirked at him. Then, as quickly and smoothly as a cat, she slid from the counter and jumped at her jacket to get to her trusted knife. But before she could get her hands on the piece of leather, Jackie had gotten up, swiped it away and stood in front of Trudy, a snarl on her face and fire shooting from her eyes. The look in her eyes begged Trudy to make a move.

Not one to disappoint, Trudy leapt at her, going for the full body tackle, but Jackie calmly stepped to the side and planted a firm, hard knee in the older woman's side. She went to the ground with a thud and a groan as Jackie jumped on top of her and wrapped her arms around her throat. Not hard enough to actually choke the life out of her, but just hard enough to make her point. To her surprise, as she increased the pressure slightly, she heard a slight moan from the woman under her.

"Oh, you like that do you?" The delight in Jackie's voice was clear. "How about a little more then?"

As the pressure on her throat increased, Trudy couldn't help but give a low moan of lust. She didn't know why this had such an effect on her, but she found the actions of the younger woman somehow incredibly erotic and arousing. Her will to fight had slowly faded away, leaving her more and more willingly in the control of the girl on top of her.

"Please..." she managed to grunt out as she was struggling for air.

Jackie eased the pressure on the woman's throat a little. Not enough to make breathing an easy task, but enough to enable her to speak. As she felt Trudy relax a little underneath her, Jackie found herself a little shocked at how easily she had taken to this position. Being on top and in control wasn't something she'd had the opportunity to experience before, but now that she was actually doing it, she found it quite to her liking. The realization brought fire to her loins, and she had to force herself off Trudy before she lost control of herself. She had made her point, and this wasn't the time or place to experiment with this new side of her. And more importantly, she didn't want to force Trudy to do anything she didn't really want to. She knew exactly how horrible that experience had been for her, and she wouldn't wish it on anyone.

As she released her hold of the woman and stood up Jackie glanced over at Joe, who was leaning on the counter with an impressed look on his face. He nodded his approval to her and she immediately beamed with pride, giving him a huge, happy smile.

Trudy stood, quite obviously shaken, and dusted off her pants as she picked up her jacket. Joe saw it and readied his gun. When she took out the knife he didn't raise it and, when she tossed the big metal blade on the floor in front of him, he knew he had been right to trust her. He had always been good at reading people, or so he had thought. That made the whole affair back at the cabin all the more annoying. He had doubted his instinct, and it could have gotten him and his woman killed.

Jackie leaned up to him and kissed him on the cheek. She could see that he was unsettled by something but didn't want to bring it up right now. There would be plenty of time to discuss personal matters when they were alone again.

"That's quite the grip you have there little girl." Trudy's voice was friendly and teasing. "I'm impressed. I really am." She massaged her throat gently where Jackie's arm had crushed it.

"You've got some moves yourself, for an older woman." Jackie smirked and winked at Trudy, who couldn't help but laugh.

"I should be offended I think." She winked. "But for some reason, I like you anyway. You've got a lot of heart kid."

Joe smiled, suddenly feeling very proud of his young girlfriend. She did have a lot of heart, and she was every bit as crafty as she was beautiful. He wanted to let her know how lucky he felt that he had met her, but he wasn't sure how. He guessed that the sex would have to be his voice of gratitude until he could think of something that would truly show her how he felt. The thought of bending her over and taking her right now crossed his mind, but he dismissed it, although quite reluctantly. That would have to wait. They had guests, and that sort of behavior just wasn't in good manners.

As they all three tried to get their heads straight, Jackie's eyes went to the materials Trudy had stuffed in her jacket. She wondered what on earth all that would be used for on a motorcycle. Sure, she herself was pretty good and building and fixing things, but she couldn't imagine what on earth was the intended use for any of it. Trudy caught her looking and saw the perplexed look on her face, and couldn't help but smile.

"I'm going to get your generator up and running so I can get some gas for my bike." The matter of fact tone in her voice made Jackie blush a little. She should have thought of that!

"Oh." was all Jackie could say.

Trudy laughed. "Don't worry, kid. You probably haven't seen many bikes around have you? You couldn't have been more than, what, fifteen or so when things started going bad?"

Jackie nodded slowly, suddenly very away of her own youth and inexperience. The fact was that when the world had first started to change, she had just had her fourteenth birthday.

***

She had wanted a new laptop computer but her parents didn't have the money. She remembered she had been very disappointed and, being quite the brat back then, she hadn't tried to hide it. She regretted that now. The last thing she had ever said to her father, who was killed in a large forest fire, was how much she hated living in that house. She had gone to bed that night crying in anger, and awoke the next day to the sounds of sirens. As she went downstairs she heard her mother talking to some policemen who were telling her that her husband, Jackie's father, has died in the line of duty. She ran back to her room, crying violently into her pillow, hating herself for what she'd said to him.

She lived with her mother for another year or so until she had died suddenly of complete organ failure. Her body just couldn't handle the increasingly difficult living conditions, and had just shut down completely one night.

Now she found herself alone. Both her parents were dead and she had no relatives she could turn to. There was no water in the pipes anymore. The government had issued a decree saying that all water was to be regulated and distributed by selected wholesalers only. A few days later the electricity had gone out and soon after that, the neighbors had started to pack up and leave. It wasn't very long before the once thriving little suburban community was a total ghost town with a resident population of one.

It wasn't long before Jackie had gone through what little supplies she had in the house, and soon she found herself searching through neighboring houses, looking for food and water. There wasn't much left, but she found enough to get by, for a while at least. She tried to figure out what she was going to do, and she had just made a plan to try and get herself in to the city, when the first looters came.

She was asleep in her bed when she heard windows break on the first floor of the house. Scared to death, she hid in a closet in her room, hoping and praying that whoever was in the house wouldn't be interested in teenage girl's clothing. Luckily she had been right. The burglars soon left, leaving the whole first floor a complete mess. Upon further investigation Jackie found that they had taken most of her food and water, along with almost all the valuables in the house. She was distraught. What would she do now? What could she do? She was just a fourteen year old girl.

That night, Jackie had an epiphany. Sure she was just a little girl, but she did do quite well at physics in school, and she really wasn't bad with her hands when she put the effort in. Granted, she didn't really have any real experience in building anything more complicated than the small alarm she had built in class a year or so back, but she thought she could get the hang of it if she tried.

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Jackie suddenly became aware of her surroundings again as Joe gently shook her by her shoulder. She had tears in her eyes and when she realized where she was, she broke down crying, throwing herself into his arms. Joe folded his arms around her, surprised and a bit stunned at her reaction, and just let her get it all out. He looked over at Trudy, who watched the events with sad eyes and looked away from his gaze. She knew how the girl felt, she thought. Everyone had their own sad tales nowadays, and this girl couldn't have had it easy, being as pretty and innocent looking as she was.

Trudy shook off the thoughts of what she must have been through and walked out of the store and headed to her bike. She didn't want to dwell on her own miseries, let alone someone elses, and she found that work kept her head in the present. Just as she sat down by her machine, she cursed to herself, remembering that she had forgotten to bring a gas can with her. She put her jacket on the ground by the bike and, muttering some obscenities, headed back inside.

Inside, Joe was still holding Jackie, who had stopped crying now and was just enjoying the closeness. When Trudy entered again she looked up from his chest and was suddenly ashamed at how she had reacted at her words. She wanted to say something, to make Trudy understand that it wasn't her fault she had broken in to tears. But try as she might, she couldn't find anything to say. How did you explain something like that to someone? Instead, she gave a resigned sigh, pushed herself out of Joe's grasp and went over to the long haired woman and gave her a hug.