A quick porn short short by Moctezuma Johnson based on plaid flannel shirts and construction workers.
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"So, you've inherited your uncle's new construction company?"
"Yep. What do I know about construction?"
"Jackshit, bro. Jackshit."
John pulled long and hard on his cigarette. "What a clichΓ©, drinking outside on a hot day. Let's get the fuck out of here and get some bacon and eggs and figure out what the fuck we are going to to with our lives. We're pathetic."
"Yes, we are pathetic." Dave took the last sip and crushed the beer can with his hand.
They heard a truck beeping as it backed up and then heard the sound of a crash.
"What was that, dude?"
"Over there. Sounded like a crash."
A high-pitched voice came out of the truck. Inside, a beautiful brunette in a red and blue plaid flannel shirt was hunched over the steering wheel. The truck was still in reverse and still beeping. The loud revving of her foot still pushing the gas pedal made the whole scene really noisy. She had backed into a fence in front of some fine pines.
John and Dave walked over toward the revving truck. "Isn't that one of yours?"
The truck had a John Patriot logo right in the middle of the door. "Sure is. I think that's a chick inside."
They both ran forward and Dave jumped up on the foot rail and peered in the cab. "It is a girl. She's gorgeous."
He looked in and saw beautiful, long, curly hair, and a flannel shirt around her very pretty and pert tits. The flannel shirt was tied in a knot around her waist exposing tanned and firm abs that disappeared into a pair of blue jeans. She smelled like mangos and menthols.
"Miss, are you okay?"
The woman did not answer. Dave leaned into the cab and put his fingers onto her neck.
Joe tugged on Dave's leg like a child. "What's going on in there? Is she alive?"
"Yes."