This story involves Sex Workers, so it may be hard to find any romance in this one. There are scenes of bondage and the portrayal of a rape that was a painful memory for one of the sex workers. These are all things that happen every day, but my story is a fantasy in which everyone is over 18.
Cherry Blossoms
"Fuck this place and everyone in it!" I screamed as I slammed the door shut behind my childhood!
I could no longer put up with Dad's puritan ways, or Mom's insistence that I get a job like her at the local diner or dollar store. I had all I needed in my backpack, and almost two hundred dollars in my wallet. What else would a healthy 18 year old need to survive on the streets?
I had been thinking about my future for a while. I didn't like the idea of working as a clerk or a maid, which is about all that I qualify for. Billy and Gary were the only guys I let get to second base, and that was only a brief touch of my nipple! They said I could get waitress work that paid better than our local diner could offer. They had seen girls going topless in Las Vegas, and they made a lot of tip money, and they thought I had the best rack that they had ever NOT seen.
Well, I was ready to be an adult woman, and share my spectacular tits with anyone that was willing to pay!
I only had to walk to the interstate, and my thumb wasn't out ten seconds before a trucker threw on his air brakes, bringing his big rig to a noisy stop. I ran to the cab, and threw my pack up ahead of myself before I jumped onto the passenger deck, and tugged the door open.
The guy inside was big, and hairy and the whole inside stunk of body odor, but I had my resolve, so I pulled my pack inside with me. I was going wherever this truck was going.
"Hi," I said.
Mom always said I was a yacker, but now I couldn't think of anything to say.
"So, are you a big girl running away from home?" the deep voiced man asked me.
"Um, uh, I guess I am. My name is Heather." I was not sure what he wanted to hear.
"I am the Captain of this vessel, so you can only stay if you follow my commands," he insisted.
I just nodded my head, not wanting to say yes out loud, thinking that it would bind me to him in some way.
"Lock the door, and make yourself comfortable," he said, and he actually smiled. I was instantly relieved.
His name was Simon, but I wasn't to call him Simple Simon. He asked me to clean up his bunk a bit while he drove, so I set into it, like I had a job to do.
"We will be eating in Roseville, if you're hungry," he explained soon after revealing his name.
Simon Rundle from Akron Ohio.
"I could eat, but I don't have much money," I responded.
"Well, if you do my laundry while I have a shower and shave at the truck stop, I'll pay for your dinner," Simon offered, and I accepted before he could take it back. He didn't have more than one load of laundry, and he had, maybe ten dollars in quarters for the machine.
I didn't want to lose his laundry, so I stayed right at the machine, while Simon had a shower. Other truckers were coming in for the same thing, and I told a few of them that I would move their stuff from the washer to the dryer, if they left me with their change. They both gave me an extra dollar for my efforts.
The first man to come out of the shower, with no towel or anything was a big surprise to me, but I guess the rest of the world sees that every day. He didn't seem bothered about me sitting ten feet away. He just dried himself and got dressed. He winked at me when he left, but that's all. I had never seen a naked man, except in the movies, but I didn't look away like a child.
The next guy taught me the difference between limp and hard as a rock.
I don't think that he expected me to be sitting there, cause he jumped when he first saw me. I noticed right away that he had a very large penis, but I couldn't believe it when it started to stiffen up right away. He didn't even touch it, and it went from hanging along his leg, to peeking at me from as high as his belly button!
He started pulling on it with his hand. I couldn't look away! I just stared while he started yanking faster and faster. I've had health class, so I knew what was going to happen, but it was still surprising how far and thick he could shoot out. Maybe he hadn't done that for a very long time, but it sprayed close to me. He squeezed out everything that he could, then he got dressed.
He was leaving just as Simon came out of the shower. He had a towel around his waist, but he wasn't really careful with it. He dried himself quickly and with modesty. Then he dressed in clothes that I had set out for him. Next he used an electric razor to trim his beard down to a well cropped and stylish beard. He turned and smiled to encourage me. The smile meant a lot to me.
"Let's get some food in your belly," he said, picking up the laundry basket. I grabbed my purse and the extra soap and dryer sheets that the other drivers had left me with.
I was pitching in! I felt like I deserved a pleasant meal and titillating conversation. Like adults do every day.
We dropped off the basket and Simon suggested leaving my purse, which made me even more sure that Simon was paying! Yeah. This was like my first date! Simon was probably my dad's age, but I didn't see a ring or pictures of brats, so maybe he would be my first boyfriend? I would prefer him fully shaved, but maybe he would do that for me?
Simon took my hand and we waited in line with the other mom's and dad's with their one and a half kids. That's what Papa always said when he described the average American household.
We got a table, away from other families. The waitresses here knew what kind of tramps these truckers often bring into their family restaurants. Drug use was a regular concern, and they had a security guard, who spent a lot of his time picking up discarded needles and pipes.
Simon was unmarried, and not looking. My mom said that all guys say that, when they're not married.
"But they are always looking for a grab of your tit or a feel of your ass!" she would say.
Simon hadn't tried to touch me yet, and I was thinking that I might like it if he tried.
We got back in the rig and we soon had her buzzing down the highway. The view was great from the high seat.
Just outside of Sacramento we pulled into a truck stop. There was no hotel for this hard worker.
"Okay, time for you to pay for your keep girl," Simon explained with a smile.
"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling just a little uncomfortable.
"You need to strip before we get in the bunk. There isn't enough room in there for both of us to be able to strip, but don't worry, there will be enough room for some fun," he explained with his expansive smile.
I was a little shocked. He could have set those conditions before I was in the middle of no-where.
"I've never done this before," I explained.
"Well, it's just like getting undressed, then you climb in, and the rest is like it was in the backseat of the car with your boyfriend, you know," he explained.
"I am a virgin Simon," I proudly confessed.
There was a long pause.
"You're serious. Really. No, really, I mean, a rack like that...This is America! There is no way that someone let you get to be 18 and still a virgin," Simon was just amazed.
"Show me!" He insisted.
I had no idea what he expected.
