Theyâd been planning it for weeks, the road trip, a spring break trip across country. The plan had been to take two days to get to California, spend almost a week on the beach, hitting the waves, chasing the babes and getting hammered off their asses before coming back and finishing their senior year of college. Jake, Josh and Jeremy, the Three Jâs they were called by their friends. It was their last hooray, one final chance to try and score some major pussy before their college days were over and they had to face the real world without the drunken binge parties they had every weekend at school. The trip had only just begun, and it looked as if they were about to get lucky before theyâd even left the Midwest.
Theyâd driven for four hours and were getting hungry when they had pulled into some small Podunk town that was the first one theyâd come to in about fifty miles. The road they were on, following the coarse set up by Josh, was a old two lane highway that seemed to take them through every hill and valley in the state of Kentucky. Problem was there werenât a lot of fast food places, and even fewer restaurants. The town theyâd finally stopped in had one big advantage, a bar and diner.
Theyâd been in the bar for about thirty minutes, having just gotten their meals, when the door had opened and two beautiful girls had walked in. They looked young, but they also looked hot, and most importantly, they looked at the three Jâs. They looked and giggled before turning away and heading over to a booth a few tables away.
The diner had been almost deserted when they had walked in, only two other couples had been eating, and they had both left by now. It was that awkward time when it was too late for dinner, and too early for serious drinking. That at least had seemed the way it was to Jake, just the barmaid/waitress and the three of them had been in here for the past ten minutes. Somewhere in back there must have been a cook, but theyâd never seen any sign of him or her. As horny as the three of them were, none of them were desperate enough for the barmaid, she looked about fifty years old, and all used up. Life must have been hard on her, and she hadnât said more than ten words to them all the while theyâd been there. Jake thought sheâd scowled even deeper when the two girls walked in, if it were even possible for the creases on her face to get any deeper.
Jake, Josh and Jeremy had almost come to attention when the girls walked in, after all this was a fishing expedition of sorts, and the main fishâfemaleâhad just swam into the picture. Josh was the most flirtatious, heâd been smiling and checking out the girls ever since theyâd come in.
One of them had short, real-looking; red hair, and was wearing a white halter top, and pink short shorts that hugged the ass at the top of her long, tan legs. Her breasts were stretching a halter top that looked three sizes to small to its capacity and there didnât seem room for a bra. You could feel the tension in the fabric of the short shorts as she bent down to slide into the booth, they looked as if theyâd burst. All of them stared as the normally hidden curve of the ass winked at them seductively.
The other girl was a petite, golden haired blond with deep blue eyes. She was wearing a medium length denim skirt and a white tank top. Her nipples appeared perky, and made you look twice to see if her ample chest was contained by a braâit didnât seem to be. While her clothes were not nearly as seductive, or revealing, she was a pleasure to eyes being fed by the old, crevice faced barmaid.
The old lady went over to the girls table almost before theyâd sat down. She was talking to them in hushed tones, and once or twice she glanced back at the three Jâs and had an immense scowl on her face. The girls for all the good the ladies looks and words were doing, kept looking over at the boys surreptitiously so the lady wouldnât notice. They kept looking and throwing an occasional smile and flipping their hair. Obviously the old bat was upset about something, and the girls could care less. The girls looked as if they wanted the attention and they were definitely getting it.
Jeremy had gotten up almost as soon as the girls had sat down and gone over to the battered looking jukebox. He was intent on putting on some music, hoping the girls might get up and dance. Jake watched him, wondering what ancient song would come belting out of a juke box that looked as if it still held 45âs.
The old barmaid was leaving the girls now and going back to the bar. As if it were possible, she was frowning even more when she noticed Jeremy at the juke box. As soon as the old lady had turned her back upon the girls theyâd shot million dollar smiles at the boys and even waved. Jeremy was still at the jukebox studying the songs, but Josh and Jake smiled and waved back, wondering where this was going.
Jeremy finally put some money in the juke and was heading back to the table, and right behind him was the barmaid with the check. Good thought Jake, they could pay and have an excuse to go and talk to the girls. He personally was beginning to wonder if the thin straps of the halter top on the redhead could be covering up bra straps, or if she had to be without a bra. If she was without a bra he couldnât imagine how firm her breasts had to be to stand upon her chest so proud.
Just as Jeremy sat down at the table, the barmaid showed up with the bill.
âHere, take this, pay me quickly, and be out of here with you âall,â she said in a quick, angry sort of way. âAnd what ever youâre thinking donât you dare go and talk to those two girls, their not interested in yours type, and their fathers arenât folk you want to mess with,â she spat as she slapped the bill on the table and turned away.
âWhat they hell did you to do to piss her off while I was gone,â Jeremy asked, wondering both what theyâd done, and how the barmaid had suddenly found more than a couple of words for them.
âNothing, we just sat her and watched her having words with the two girls,â said Jake. âShe seemed pretty pissed at them, but they were smiling and waving at us,â he continued.
An old Elvis song started to creak out of the worn out speakers on the juke box, and just as soon as it started the bar maid headed towards the machine.
âElvis,â asked Josh in disbelief.
âBeats me,â said Jeremy,â it was the only thing they had that wasnât country and was on a 45,â he suggested. âBesides, I think our lady friends kind of like it,â he finished smiling as he nodded his head towards the two girls.
The redhead had gotten up from her seat and started dancing, and she was pulling the blonde up after her, trying to get her to dance with her. The redheadâs ass was definitely to die for, and the shorts left very little to the imagination. When she danced they seemed to almost disappear up the crack of her ass, and you could easily see the awesome curve of her butt fighting to be controlled by the short cut hem. Josh could definitely tell too, that she had no bra on, and her nipples were looking pretty hard.
As for the blond, like Jake had noticed, she was a lot more conservatively dressed, but just as sexy. He could tell for sure she wasnât wearing a bra, and her breasts looked tantalizing as she moved.
Just as soon as the girls started dancing, the juke-box suddenly went silent. They all turned to look at it, and saw the barmaid holding the plug and shaking her head. She just kept looking meaner.
âPay your bill and get out, now if you know whatâs good for you,â she snarled at them. âBetter yet, forget the bill and go, but go now or youâll regret it,â she finished.
âOh lighten up Dorothy,â the redhead shouted over, âitâs just a song,â she said as she smiled at the boys. âAnd I like to dance, especially with cute boys,â she finished as she smiled at Jake, or Josh, or Jeremy, or maybe all three. She started to walk over to them.
The barmaid also started to walk over to them. Jake saw another figure now in the shadows of the kitchen looking out, he couldnât see enough to tell if it was a man or a woman, but it was there, looking, waiting, maybe thinking about coming out.
The barmaid walked right by the boys and over to the redhead, cutting her off half way from reaching the boys table. Grabbing her by the arm she was speaking in low tones as she spun her around and took her back to her table and not too gently pushed her back into her seat. She said a couple of words to the blond and the blond seemed to pay more attention and nod in agreement to her. Satisfied that sheâd said all she could at the moment the Dorothy, the barmaid turned her attention back upon the boys.
âOUT,â she shouted, pointing towards the door,â donât bother paying and donât you dare come back in here if you know whatâs good for you.â She finished talking to them, her outstretched arm holding steady as it pointed to the door.
âHey you guys, letâs just go, itâs late and weâre in some Podunk town in the hills, there are plenty of girls in California waiting for us, and at least we donât have to worry about whether theyâre underage,â Jake said as he got up from the table and threw some bills down to pay for the meal.
The girls overheard them talking, and came up to Jake.
âHere,â the redhead said as held up her drivers license, âsee what that says, Iâm even old enough to drink.â She smiled at him as she said drink while her eyes traveled down his body. âAlcoholic or not,â she winked as she licked her lips.
âYeah, well,â Jake stuttered as he saw the look of wrath on the barmaids face, âyour friend doesnât look quite as old as you.â
âYeah, she canât drink unless I buy, but in another year we can go the bars together and get the guys. Until then I have to try to find a couple of guys for both of us.â The unspoken meaning was easily understood by everyone listening, most of all Dorothy, the barmaid.
âCarl, you want to come out here and show these boys the door, front or back it doesnât matter to me,â Dorothy said as Jake saw the eyes in the shadow of the kitchen start moving.
Jake had a instant image of a cook with a belly bigger than he was tall, wearing an apron so greasy and disgusting it would make you swear off eating out for years. He figured that image would be coming out of the kitchen in about ten seconds carrying a cleaver that would make him look like a serial killer.
âJeremy, forget it, weâre getting out of here, this place gives me the creeps, and Iâm not going to disappear in the hills of Kentucky just on the slight chance we might get some pussy,â Josh said as he pushed Jeremy towards the door. He also nodded towards the kitchen and Jeremy saw the watcher. It was the unseen watcher that finally shut him up and helped get him out the door.