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Chapter 7 - Show and Tell
We've seen some strange things at the Four Sisters Saloon. For instance, there was the time we caught the mayor, in the men's bathroom, stuffing his secretary full of cock. Now, you're thinking that's not so strange, happens all the time, right? Well, what if I told you that the mayor's wife was right next door, in the other stall, giving the mayor's secretary's boyfriend the blowjob of a lifetime? Still not impressed? What if I let it leak that the boyfriend was the married chief of police? Confusing no? Well, sometimes festivities get taken on the road, which can sometimes lead to some very interesting situations.
In addition to our regular customers: half the town council, about three quarters of the police and fire departments, assorted biker clubs and just regular plain ol' folks, we get a lot of business from over the road, long haul truckers. These guys really put in the hours and we show our appreciation by allowing them to park in our lot when the Four Sisters Saloon is closed. Had I not been too chicken, I would have become a truck driver myself. I really enjoy driving the open road.
Anyway, before we moved out here, Cindy and I used to take long drives on the open road. Before she became the slut she is today, she was very shy. It was all I could do to get her to wear revealing, cleavage bearing tops, or short skirts and shorts. That all changed when she discovered that over the road truckers really like it when you show some skin.
I'm going back some years here so bear with me. It was back in the late 70's, when gas was cheap and CBs were just about finished with their popularity in regards to 4-wheelers having them in their cars and vans. The over the road guys always will have them, whether they use them on a regular basis or not. I've always had one in every car I owned. I get better traffic reports than the radio gives plus it used to fill in those long boring drives being able to talk with a live person rather than just talking to the radio.
When Cindy and I started dating, so many years ago, I did not have a CB in my car. It had been stolen about a month before and I was saving money to buy a kick-ass system. It took longer than I anticipated. In the meantime, Cindy was learning to let herself go and was on her way to becoming an exhibitionist.
The first time she did it, I thought she was going to cry. She was so nervous and unsure of herself. With a little coaxing, she exposed one tit to a driver. Well, that's overstating it a bit. I think he got to see a nipple, if that. She did it so fast that I doubt his mind registered that he was being flashed.
In time though, Cindy learned that most drivers like the break in boredom that a little skin provides. When she heard the drivers talk about her on the CB, she was hooked! She loved the way they talked about her and loved to hear the things they wanted to do to her. She never failed to get excited and by the time we moved out here, would often wear skirts with no panties and button down shirts with no bra. She's become an exhibitionist extraordinaire.
Which leads us up to today. Cindy enjoys heading off to the FSS (Four Sisters Saloon) on a regular basis, skirt hiked up high and blouse open to her navel. She bought herself a small hand held CB and loves to listen in as the drivers talk about her. Of course, having "WoW" and "It's Showtime" stenciled onto her truck helps her advertise her intentions. I don't mind because when I'm out on the road, I get to hear the tales of the sexy lady in the pickup that likes to show. It always brings a smile to my face.
So, you're probably thinking to yourself, "Okay, that's nice Tommy, but what does this have to do with the FSS?" Well, I'll tell you what it has to do with it. Cindy has enlisted her sisters in the Flash A Trucker Brigade. Their headquarters? The Four Sisters Saloon.
The first sister to join the show and tell parade was Fran, of all people. Shy, demure, pure Fran, really likes to whip out her tits and show off. That's all she's shown so far, but it's a damn fine start. She's got a beautiful pair of breasts, firm, nipples slightly upturned and definitely very perky.
Cindy had borrowed my truck and was driving her sister, Fran, to see a friend of her's. Fran's car was in the shop, so Cindy, being the wonderful sister she is, drove her. It was a two-hour trip, so to relieve the boredom; Cindy was listening to the CB. There was the usual chatter about traffic, four-wheelers, the seat cushions and such. When the talk got a bit more adult orientated, Cindy reached down to lower the volume but Fran stopped her.
"No, it's okay Cindy, let it go. It's very interesting to hear the truck drivers talk that way. What's a seat cushion? They seem to talk a lot about them and how good and comfortable they look." Fran asked.
"Um, well, it's like this." Cindy was a loss to answer discreetly. "Seat cushions are basically what's sitting on them."
"I don't understand, it's what's sitting on them? That doesn't make sense." came Fran's reply.
"Think about it for a minute." Cindy said.
Cindy said it was like a light going on when Fran finally figured it out. "Oh, oh! they mean the women?"
"Yep, that's what they mean. They like looking at the women driving the cars that pass them. Why do you think I wore this short skirt?" Cindy replied.
"I was wondering why you were so dressed up for a drive to drop me off. So, tell my Cindy, is that what the radio is really for? Does it turn you on to hear how horny guys are for you? What has Tommy done to you?"
