Katie drove down the rural road, one half of an eye on the road, the other half on the scenery that whizzed by. Unfortunately, the half that was on the road wasn't doing its job correctly and she missed her turn. Not panicking, she slowed down so that she could turn around and head back to it.
That was where things got interesting. As she went to complete her u-turn, a spider dashed across the inside of the windscreen. Missing a turn was one thing, but a spider on the windscreen was something worth panicking about. She only lost control for a moment, but that moment was enough for her to steer off of the road and into the drainage ditch.
Try as she might, she couldn't get the hired car to budge. She was stuck. And there was no one for miles. She checked her mobile phone hopefully, but alas there was no signal. She couldn't recall the last time that she'd passed someone on this road and felt an inkling of terror creep into her system.
Thinking back to everything she'd ever heard about survival, she decided that the only thing that she could do was stay with the car and hope that someone would come by that would be able to help.
For four hours she sat with the car, sometimes turning the radio on for a few moments, but scared of draining the battery, she limited it to one song on the radio each time, 30 minutes apart.
She was despairing of seeing anyone when she glanced down the road and saw what could only be a pick-up truck coming towards her. She leapt from the car and stood on the shoulder of the road, waving her arms and jumping up and down. She was so relieved when she saw the truck slowing that she hadn't even thought of the fact that the situation could possibly turn dangerous.
The pickup was old and had obviously seen plenty of miles, but the young boys that hopped out didn't look they'd have been the ones to have driven them.
All four of the piled out of the truck and took their time looking Katie over just as she did the same to them. They hadn't spoken yet, but Katie was impressed by what she saw. They were well muscled and tanned and she assumed that this must come from the good country living that she automatically associated with young boys in beat up old pickup trucks.
"Well lookie here Dale, I thinks we's has found us a damsel in distress," the driver said as they all stopped in front of her and surveyed the scene that they were presented with.
"I thinks you be right Billy-Ray," replied the boy next to him.
"I am so glad that you boys came along, I've been here for hours. Can you help me? I was starting to get a little desperate out here all on my own."
"Oooh, she's all foreign sounding boys," Billy Ray said, grinning at his companions, "What do you say, should we help her out?"
"Course we should help her out," replied one of the as yet unnamed companions, "long as she pays the standard fee." The other three sniggered at his remark and Katie wondered what on earth these young boys asked for as the standard fee.
"And may I ask what the standard fee is?" Katie asked as she took her time looking over the boys. They were all wearing well worn denim jeans a t-shirts in various states of repair.
There was a lot more sniggering in response to her question before Billy Ray very deliberately surveyed her body, his eyes travelling slowly over her breasts and hips, down her legs and then back up again. "Well miss, it gets pretty lonely way out here in the country and its not too often a fine classy lady like you stop by. Sos when we finds you like this, it kinda stirs the blood if you know what I mean. A lady in distress ... it's a real turn on. And seeings as there's likely not to be nobody else along here for a day or two, we figures you might just be agreeable to providing us with a little servicing to ease the pressure that we tend to build up around here." As he finished, he groped his groin with his hand, drawing Katie's gaze southward.
She didn't register what was being asked immediately, mainly because she was distracted by the size of his hand, which had obviously handled its fair share of tools in the past. Not to mention that the tool that he was currently handling appeared to be equally generously proportioned.
At that point it registered what was expecting of her. Her instinct was to rail at the suggestion, but she was also extremely conscious of the fact that she'd been waiting here for four hours before this group of people had come along. They could be right and it might indeed be even longer before there was anyone else. Her eyes travelled to the other three young men, feeling trapped. She noted that they'd moved a little as she considered her plight. They had spread out just enough that there was very little chance of her moving past them.
"What do you mean, exactly, perform you a service," she asked, stalling
"Oh don't play coy, sweetie, a smart looking lady like you knows what we mean."
"Yeah, a service," they guy to her left joined in, groping his cock just as Billy Ray had done.
"And then you promise to help me?"
"Of course, we's regular gentlemen, we wouldn't go back on our word," Billy Ray replied.
"Well I tell you what, I'll agree to do this on one condition," Katie said.
"What condition is that, I don't really think that you're in a position for bargaining you know."
"I want you to pull my car out of the ditch first so that I know that I can leave when we're done."
Billy Ray looked around at his companions. "What ya say fellas, think we's can pull her car out first?"
"I know what I want pulled," One of the boys to the left said.
