"Ready to go?"
Willa Pryce checked in on her friend Eve as she put on her soiled bikini. Employer Nick Benson had wiped his leftover cum within the garment as a signature of ownership. In his thoughts that is. She didn't really care. Outside of a tender odor of dried cum it went unnoticed. Perfume separated the scents quite nicely.
"Tying my bottoms on now." Eve shouted from the Welcome Mat at the landing of the front door. She was not allowed clothing within the house itself. Therefore she had to dress herself outside in the evening shade.
Tethered loosely she shuffled toward her car in the extended driveway. It was there that Willa stood in her own bikini. Dressed to thrill she might say. Handing Eve her car keys and clutch purse they entered the vehicle and started the car. The seats were still warm from the sun baking them all day. Eve chose to start her air conditioner to lessen their discomfort. Before pulling away Willa's cellphone rang.
"Hold on. It's Nick."
Stopping just before reaching the iron front gate Eve waits on Willa and Nick's talk.
"Miss us already?" Willa chides her Employer.
"Not yet. Be careful on the Coastal Highway. It will be busy this time of day. When it gets darker the visibility becomes clouded."
Willa informs Eve of his recommendation. Eve in turn rolls her eyes. She knew the Highway. It wasn't as if she had never driven on it before. Nick was just being over protective. Just like her own Father "Truman".
"Tell Dorian I got this."
"I heard." Nick relates before Willa has a chance too, "Make me proud. Page for page as much as possible."
Recalling his experimental chapter that she requested Nick write as a template to his wishes. His fantasy. All she could do was try. Texting her friend Gus offered those possibilities. Her ideas set in motion through he and his buddies.
"I, we won't let you down Dorian. We live for our Master's will."
"Settled then. Grace needs her dinner."
"So do we." Willa sighs, "Cum sounds really delicious."
"Bone appetite." He expresses sternly.
"Boner appetite. See you tomorrow Sir."
"Condoms." He growls.
"Already forewarned my friends."
"Plugs remain in until you get there."
"Yes, Master." Willa promises.
"YES, MASTER." Eve leans over sharing her own word of honor.
Nick hangs up knowing that their chances were slim of fulfilling everything he had written. It would still be interesting to see how well they followed his guideline, and how far they deviate. He would have eyes on the sighs. Nick Benson always had things under his control.
Leaving the Benson estate the girls turned up the jams and partied in their seats. Dancing. Darting about to the rhythm and rhymes of Method Man. It helped the long drive go by more smoothly. Hitting the coastal highway the sun began to set. They had maybe forty minutes tops before the darkness would consume them. Yeah! They would be late.
As they wove around the vicious curves Eve's car began to vibrate. Knocking noises erupt from under the hood. Steam rises at first in small does then increases along their journey.
"Not good." Willa winces toward Eve.
"My dad's mechanic just tuned my car up a month ago. What the heck?!"
"Smoke is getting thicker. We better pull over and call Nick."
"Are you nuts? Nick sent us out here with strict demands. If we fail Nick I won't be allowed out of my bedroom for a week. That would be torture."
"This is beyond our control though. I understand where you're coming from but he would also want us to be safe." Willa looks concerned.
Eve frowns as she eyes traffic rolling close behind her braking car.
"If he was worried about our safety Nick wouldn't be sending us to get gangbanged by God knows how many dudes."
"You sound worried."
"You aren't? I mean yes I'm all for taking the risk and having a blast doing it. But, don't you realize that Nick's only worried about his book? Not us. Not really."
Willa narrows her eyes, "I don't believe that. You just haven't known Nick as long as I have."
"How much longer have you known him? Month or more? You know Jesse better."
"That's wrong. Let's not start feuding here. I love you Eve. No calling Nick. I agree with how this could go down if we do. I don't want to fail him either. Pull over and let's see what we can do ourselves."
"Where though? There's no room on the shoulders. At least yet. Few and far between on the Coastal."
Horns begin blaring behind them at their slowing speed. At least ten cars were in hot pursuit.
Turning in her seat Willa creases her brow at the line of vehicles following them. The smoke was getting thicker. That should inform the cars that something was wrong. Nobody seemed to care though.
"Wait. I see a soft shoulder up ahead. Thank God!" Eve pats her dash, "You can make it Betsy."
"Betsy? Isn't that a bit old fashioned for a car's nickname? Why not, Shakira?"
"I like Betsy. Don't listen to her Betsy. I'm not changing your name." She baby talks toward her car as if consoling its feelings.
Honks persisting Willa unlocks her seatbelt and rolls her window down. Crawling up to sit on the door sill she looks back with a dramatic flare of, "REALLY? CAN'T YOU PEOPLE SEE SMOKE?"
She eyes the truck driver that notes her bikini and her beauty. Suddenly, he throws a hand up to calm her down. Motioning her to pull over as soon as possible.
"I think the Trucker behind us is offering to help." Willa reports holding on for dear life. The wind whipping her darling red mane about.
"Almost there."
Three minutes later Eve guides Betsy off the shoulder. There was just enough room to accommodate the Semi. He manages to pull off behind her but his trailer was slightly stuck out. Not good if somebody wasn't paying attention.
Once parked Eve shuts her car off in a sputter and groans, "Please don't die on me Betsy. I can't afford a new car."
"One that we can call Shakira?" Willa jokes climbing back inside.
"No Shakira. Maybe Kesha."
The girls sigh trying not to laugh at their situation. With huffed cheeks both girls step from the car and greet the Trucker that was just climbing down from his cab.
"Trouble Ladies?"
The man was portly but not gross to look at. Brown beard and burley. Wearing cut off blue jeans and an old Garth Brooks tee. Ball cap with the Houston Oilers logo on it. Obviously a Texan. The longhorn steer antlers attached to his semi's grill gave another clue.
"Thanks' for stopping." Eve pats her palms together as if in prayer.
"No problem. Always happy to help a damsel in distress. Two of 'em even."
"Aww!" Willa blushes, "Our Sweet Knight."
He eyes the girls in their less than concealing bikini's. He had to slap his face to avert his gaze. Both girls were just begging to be looked over.
"Pop the hood." He encourages.
The girls read each others minds just that fast. Acting dumb they peel their tops up to reveal their breasts. The Trucker could only rub his beard at his luck.
"Weren't what I meant. But, that just pulled the ole dip stick." He chuckles.
"Oh, you meant the car hood." Eve giggles looking at Willa who left her tits exposed. On purpose as traffic drove by them cautiously. Each car tooting their enjoyment or glaring at their distaste of her exposure. Willa just wanted to feel the freedom of the majesty around her. The ocean was stunning. The cliffs and tree lines majestic.
Eve leans through her open window stretching down to pop the hood latch. In doing so the Trucker admired her bare bottom with just a thin string between her butt cheeks. Noticing the butt plugs he chuckles under his breath. Sweet indeed. He had to stop directly behind her and silently whistle. Before he could move she pulls away from the car and brushes her backside right up against his crotch. That's what happens when a guy gets too close.
"Sorry!" Eve looks up at him. Her ass still nestled into his space.
"My fault." He winks and grips her by the shoulders to nudge her aside. He then strolled to the front of the car and lifts the overheated hood. Billows of contained steam races out forcing He and Eve to fan away the stench.
"Looks like you had a radiator clamp rust away. Hose disconnected and spilled most of your water out. You have an old rag so I can check the radiator level? Too hot to touch. Bet your radiator's bone dry though."
Willa joins them at the left headlight. Her top still dangling. Hopping up and down on her toes nervously. Her chest bobbing about.
"Those are some mighty fine hooters." He just took a chance.
"What are hooters? Do you mean the car's honking?" Willa loved playing naïve.
"Yeah. Those too. My name's Peter."
"We love Peter. Did you build your truck?" Eve felt like jumping in.
"Huh?" He squints then realizes his semi was a Peterbilt, "Oh! Yeah. Sure did. I'm rich and famous. I own thousands of those rigs." Three could play this game.
"We like Rich." Eve hugs his arm. Willa not to be undone grabbed him from the other side rubbing her tits on his ribs and bulging belly.
"Bet you like every name in the book." He huffs.
"Especially Dick. My favorite name is Dick." Willa giggles dancing in step.
"How about you Blondie?" He chuckles.
Eve shrugs with a bubbly expression, "I kind of like Felix. It's a combination of Feel and Licks."
"You girls are too much. Find me a rag so I don't burn my hand taking this radiator cap off."
