The lot at Sta Caridad Toyota was eerily quiet. There was a large sign hanging on the door, stating that they were closed "for essential maintenance". The orange desert sun flamed back at Parker from the glass frontage. It was impossible to see if anyone was inside. In vain Parker pressed her petite nose against the glass of the front door. She could make out the shapes of display automobiles, but no movement.
In frustration, Parker slapped both palms against the glass. She actually hit thin air as the doors hummed open. The surprise, sudden movement and raised centre of gravity were just too much and Parker pitched forward. She landed heavily on both knees. Her hands smacked the floor. Her little squeal echoed around the atrium. Anyone standing behind Parker would most likely be looking at her freshly waxed labia and her round smooth buttocks. She got to her feet, rubbing her stinging palms and pulled the dress down. She could feel herself blushing as she turned around. The door had shut and she could see nothing but the blinding sun. She shielded her eyes and looked down, perplexed. Parker realised that she had fallen out of her shoes, which must be still outside. She walked right up to the glass. Parker heard the little click of the I.R. sensor. The doors did not budge. She stepped back and forward three times.
Click. Click. Click.
Parker turned. Her mouth was dry and goose bumps had risen along her arms. She shivered. The air was hot and arid. She cast a twenty foot shadow. It stopped just before the reception desk and drew Parker's eyes to a computer monitor. It was turned to face her. It had some sort of filter as the screen was black, whereas it should have had the sun's reflection visible. Then it was bright orange. Parker walked slowly towards the screen. As she did so a human figure grew larger on the screen. It was in silhouette surrounded by a white halo. Parker stopped. She waved at the figure. It waved back. She flipped it the finger. It reciprocated.
The screen went blank again. Parker stayed where she was and waited. She was scared and slightly excited. Her nipples were flat and her pussy was as dry as the Mojave. Footsteps got louder behind her. Woman's heels on marble. She willed herself to keep still and not shiver. They passed behind her and she heard the electric doors open and close. Then silence.
"You dropped these."
The voice whispered in Parker's left ear. Her feet had started to sweat. She jumped and turned so quickly that she again lost her balance. Parker fell awkwardly. She cracked her head on the marble and saw stars. She looked up at deeply tanned shins, knees and thighs that disappeared into a tight black mini-skirt. An expensively manicured hand was proffered and helped the teenager to her feet.
Marcia Collins smiled at Parker. Not an altogether friendly smile. She handed Parker her shoes.
"My, my, Parker. I would never have taken you as the nervous type. The dress looks great. Especially rucked up around your waist. Great ass. My little bro' was right. Remember Jeb? He was in your year at S.C.H. Said they never lost a game when you were on the cheerleading squad. Said you could suck a baseball through a straw."
Parker blushed again. Fortunately her tan hid it. She had been a popular student at Santa Caridad High. With the boys. Not with the girls. Well, with a few special girls like Stacey perhaps. Parker had many nicknames at school. None could really be repeated in polite company.
Marcia was about Parker's height. Her hair was long and dark and cascaded in waves over her shoulders. It looked expensive to maintain. Like her tight body. The buttons of her cream silk blouse struggled to contain her heaving breasts.
"So, Parker. Why the Prius?"
"Well, it's economical and I want to do my bit for the planet."
"Yet more surprises. Parker is a tree hugger. Follow me, we'll go for a test drive. Let's see how flexible you are."
The second-hand Prius was out back. Parker wished she had brought sneakers. She was going to have to drive barefoot. Marcia got in quickly and leaned across to stare at Parker's groin as the girl got in. Parker had not mastered the art of maneuvering a barely covered pussy around an automobile seat. The dress had no friction whatsoever and slid up her back yet again. Parker gasped as she sat down on Marcia's hand. She did not know what to do. But Marcia did. Ever so slowly she bent her middle finger. It lightly stroked Parker's silky smooth mound, then the rugose skin of the teenager's clitoral hood. Parker gasped again as the digit slid into her vagina. Marcia reached across and pulled Parker's door shut. She turned her head slightly and crushed Parker's plump lips with her own. The girl's head was forced back into the headrest. Parker's mouth opened slightly but Marcia had to push her tongue into the girl's mouth and hunt down the girl's shy tongue. Marcia's right hand enveloped Parker's left breast. She squeezed. Hard. Parker moaned. Her nipple stiffened involuntarily and Marcia gripped it through the flimsy fabric. And twisted.
Parker struggled, but she was getting turned on. Marcia released her victim and sat back into the passenger seat. She sucked on her damp middle finger.
"You taste lovely. Who would have thought that half the dicks in Santa Caridad have been up there?"
Parker had in fact flashed considerably more pussy than she had given up. She sensed that Marcia did not want to know exactly how much she had been fucked. The woman was a complete bitch and Parker was falling under her spell.
Marcia handed Parker some tissues.
"Stop blubbing. Your eyeliner is running. Sit on the rest. I don't want you impregnating the upholstery."
