Lucy hated her job.
Who wouldn't? Night shift at a remote gas station in Colorado was bad enough, but her shitty little Fast-E mart wasn't even off an interstate where they'd get business. She saw maybe one or two travelers and a couple of late night locals a shift, and the occasional coyote or raccoon trying to knock over a trashcan on any given night. She scarcely even felt the need for the security cameras or can of pepper spray her dad had given her, just because there was no one even here. She'd stream Netflix on her phone over the store's wifi, play mobile games, or just busy her time sweeping and cleaning the store.
She'd taken the job after dropping out of college to avoid extended time with her parents, who were somewhat critical of their 22 year old daughter deciding in her final year she didn't wanna go into law after all. Some days she thought about telling them the truth. That she'd tried to seduce a married professor, that his wife had found out and threatened to plaster the nudes she'd sent him all over the internet if she didn't transfer out immediately. That her professor had burned her chances of that after she torpedoed his marriage and exposed the actual affairs he'd been having with others to his wife. But she doubted her hyper-conservative mother and doormat of a father would find any comfort in knowing their daughter wasn't just a failure, she was a failed whore.
The chime of the electronic bell above the door startled her, she hadn't heard the truck outside pull up while wallowing in her self pity. It was a neon green pickup pulling a small camper trailer, and the driver was a huge man with a bushy beard. She'd heard people describe her 6' tall former linebacker father as a "bear" before, but this man had a full half foot and 50 lbs of country muscle on him. If he hadn't had such an easy dorky smile for her when she peaked around the lottery tickets, Lucy might have been scared of him.
"Sorry, didn't mean to spook ya" he chuckled, with a wave, before heading to the bathroom. Lucy watched him go for a moment before reaching down and pausing her show, removing one of her earbuds. As the man returned he picked up a couple bottles of water and a bag of jerky, before approaching the counter. She quickly rang up his products, taking note of his large muscular hands and forearms. "Ma'am you know much about the campgrounds up around Clear Creek reservoir? I'm dragging that shack up there hoping to get a nice view of the meteor shower this weekend." He smiled.
"You should be able to get up there as long as you take it slow. I'd make sure anything inside is secured though, it's a gravel road that's not very well maintained and it'll be bumpy." She smiled back. She looked up to catch his eyes, noticing they were bright icy blue like glacial water....and then everything went foggy. It was like her mind was totally fogged out, a sheen of frost creeping over the surface of her brain. However instead of fear or confusion, she just felt horny. She felt her body lock up, not in a stiff way, but in the way you do when you panic...though her mind was far from panicked. This man was...hot; and she could tell instantly she could trust him and was in no danger.
"Y'all have security cameras?" He asked with a thicker drawl than she'd previously noticed. She nodded slowly. "Do they record audio? '' he questioned with an amused expression. She shook her head. The cameras were as old as she was, they were barely functional. "Is there somewhere in here they don't show? Gesture it with your hands like you're excited to show me." He asked with a smile. Lucy's body sprung to life, jerking her thumb towards the stockroom, before also pointing at the bathrooms.
