She thought Cody would be closer. Elise was cold in the high desert wind and snow was falling as she huddled against herself on the highway. There were no lights apart from the random passing vehicle. She stuck her thumb out for all the good it did her. They couldn't see her. Coyotes yipped and she heard the phantom rattle of snakes and insects all around her. Apart from those natural sounds it was completely still. No wind and after another mile there was a pristine coat of snow covering everything with her tracks disappearing behind her. The snow covered cactus made the little scenery she could see with the moonlight appear alien. It was like wandering through a Dr Seuss book. By noon it would be nearly ninety and the snow would be gone, but in the moment her hands and face were growing numb.
She stopped and looked up at the sky. The stars and constellations danced above her and the moon was ripe. The reflection of the snow revealed more about her location and she saw a shack in the gloom. It was an L shaped building with a corrugated metal roof. Dingy traffic signs and bones decorated the outer walls. There were two cars parked outside of it, neither new or in good condition. A small neon sign for beer told Elise it might be a business. It hardly looked big enough, but she hadn't ever been to a bar before so she had very little frame of reference. Another ribbon of cold brushed her cheek and made her decision for her as she walked towards it.
She could hear old country music as she got closer to the structure and found another vehicle parked in the snow next to it. The exterior neon lights lit up the snow like cotton candy as she reached the door. Inside was warm and smelled of something sickly sweet, like molasses and rubber mixed together. It was bathed in red light with smatterings of green and blue from poker machines set along the far wall. A prune faced woman sat behind what could only be a bar. Liquor set out behind her in her horseshoe shaped bar and a single customer with a can of beer in front of him. He looked young if unshaven and dressed in a mechanic's overalls. They both stared at her as she stood just inside the door. "You lost?" The bartender croaked and Elise nodded her head unsure of whether she should move deeper into the bar or run away.
The young man's face was split with a smile as he got a good look at her. "Course she's lost, probably got stuck in the snow," he beckoned her to the bar. "You need a ride somewheres?"
"Shit Deke, you ain't driving nowhere. Likely just pass out in your car again."
He shot her a menacing look, "You ain't got to tell everybody my business."
She scoffed, "business? Pulling catalytic converters ain't a business, it's just theft," she looked back to the girl, "Come on in and sit down for a minute."
Elise nodded and stepped up to the bar. The bartender poured her a cola and put it in front of her with a straw. "Thank you."
"You got a phone, hun?"
Elise nodded, "I do, but the battery died about an hour ago."
The bartender grabbed the phone from behind the bar as Elise sipped at the drink. It didn't have much syrup and was mostly just carbonated water, but it was a welcome sensation on her tongue. There was a flavor she didn't recognize, but she disregarded it as she picked up the phone. It had a rotary dial on it and looked caked with decades old dirt. She started dialing her parent's number, but stopped when she heard a toilet flush and a loud gruff voice cough. "That's just Jesse, don't you mind him," the bartender assured.
Elise continued to dial only to be subjected to three high pitched squeals. An electronic voice answered, "The number you dialed is disconnected or no longer in service. Please check the number and dial again." Elise scrunched her brow and tried to remember her house number. Her thoughts felt like they were moving through mud.
"Hey, Jesse, look what walked in."
Jesse towered over her and smiled. He had a shaved head and a trail of black tears tattooed under his right eyed and he wore a leather vest with several patches and his name embroidered on the lapel. "I like her, help me get her in back Deke," he ordered.
Elise's eyes glazed over as she stared between Jesse and the phone. "What?" She asked and turned to the bartender.
"Well sweetheart you just so happened to get here when my boys and I were figuring what to do with our night. What with the snow and all. But, don't you worry, you'll have the time of your life."
"Shit," was all Elise said before Deke scooped her out of her chair. She gave no resistance as he escorted her through what looked like dry storage to a back room with a bed and a chair.
The bartender knelt next to her and spoke softer than she previously seemed capable. "Now you just think of love of your life and feel yourself getting all worked up and wet in all those good places."
Elise heard the woman's words and thought of Cody the last time they made love. He hated the phrase, but Elise kept using if for no other reason than to piss him off. She was lost in the dream and felt her pussy moisten as he kissed the nape of her neck and gently massaged her tits. They had so much sex when they first met and convinced themselves it was a magical act. She didn't disagree, sex with Cody felt like a religious experience. She felt his weight on her and she responded by kissing his lips. It tasted different, but it was still Cody.
His hands moved to her sex as he started rubbing her clit. Elise moaned and quickly inhaled as a finger pushed inside her. She could smell some kind of chemical burning, The smell was sharp and made her cough. She opened her eyes and saw bald Jesse with his tear drop tattoos above her. She started to panic. "Hush girl, you was flirting at the bar with Jesse. You like him," the bartender said into her ear.
She looked at Jesse as he slowly moved in and out of her. She felt the words altering her thoughts and started to remember flirting with him. He had a nice smile. She moaned as he pushed in again. She liked him and wanted to fuck him obviously. "Mmhmm," she nodded and closed her eyes again.
"You a little slut ain't you?" Jesse asked.
Elise moaned in response and heard the bartender hiss. Elise tried to picture herself as a slut. In her eighteen years on the planet she had only had sex with Cody. Slutty Elise would dress different, talk different, act different. Elise knew she was hot, Cody told her what the boys said about her in the locker room, body built for fucking. That phrase caught her and lingered. Why shouldn't she fuck anyone and everyone? Her body was built for fucking and she was a little slut. All the boys she wanted to fuck before she graduated made brief cameos across her mindscape as Jesse's cock filled her up. Cody taught her how so why not enjoy herself? Cody was gone after all and he wouldn't want her to pine forever. Being a slut was definitely the move. The more she thought about it and the harder Jesse pushed into her the more she realized it was true. She was a slut. It was liberating. It was the truth. Elise the slut getting fucked by a skin head in the back room of dive bar. She moaned loudly and looked at the face of her new lover. She said one word in an almost reverential whisper, "harder."
Jesse complied and thrust deep and hard. Her head banged into the wall behind her, but she didn't care. All she cared about was that cock in her pussy. She bit her lip and clawed at Jesse's back. He grunted and said, "Get on top."
Elise scooted up as they switched positions. "You're fucking it up Jesse," the bartender said.
"What?" He asked as Elise mounted him and barely acknowledged the old woman. She grabbed his thick cock and eased it into her as she lowered onto him with a shudder. "You like it dirty!" Jesse declared.
Elise nodded and rubbed at her clit. The disgusting room around her transformed from a slovenly hovel into a palatial suite for her. She was a filthy slut after all, why not fuck in this dirty bed with people watching her. She leaned down and kissed Jesse as she started really getting into it slamming herself wildly on his cock. "You might break her damn head idiot!" The bartender stood and left at that point. Elise was glad of it, she liked dirty, but that old raisin faced woman was putting her off. Not Deke though, he had a cock. She pictured herself sucking him off as Jesse continued to ram into her from behind. She shivered at the thought.
Deke was in the corner smoking from some kind of glass pipe as he watched the show. "He can join if he wants," Elise gasped.
"Nah, too much meth," he paused as they made out while she rocked against him. His hands explored her tits before they moved to her hips where he started directing her rhythm. "Oh, fuck, he just likes to watch."
