Switch Up Trailer Park
This story is about a powerful, upper class woman who discovered how the other side lives. One shouldn't make fun of something they don't know much about.
LATE ONE NIGHT AT A GAS STATION ON THE INTERSTATE
"Would you kindly explain how the overpass is closed? I just crossed over it two days ago and I need to get back to DC."
"And out of this southern redneck white trash state." Jessica thought to herself as she stared down her nose at the attendant manning the register. She was not in a good mood, but understood losing her temper at this hick prole would not help her situation.
"Ma'am, I can't help you on the why as I don't work for the State DOT. All I can tell you is that it is closed and unless you head back to Raleigh there are no hotels for miles. Best I can do is tell you some directions for a bypass using local roads. I wouldn't recommend it in the dark though."
"I've got Google Maps. I can make it." Jessica said firmly. One didn't get to be a major lobbyist in Washington DC and a major power player by being scared of the dark or the lack of a map. Once she got around this she would be back in her Georgetown Penthouse in a few hours and could wash the stick of North Carolina off her. She had been down here to work a deal with a Senator who refused to hang around DC during a recess. She had hated it, but she had closed the deal. Now she wanted back to civilization.
"Ma'am reception is spotty out there and some of those roads are not on a map, meaning county roads." The attendant looked at her and sighed. "Dirt Roads, I mean since you apparently don't know what that means."
"Watch your tone with me you gas monkey. I need to get to DC TONIGHT! So cough up the directions and stop worrying about ME." Jessica said with a no nonsense tone.
With another sigh, the young man gave her some directions and shook his head as she left.
Jessica hopped into her Mercedes and roared off. She backtracked one exit, and got off on state highway. She followed it for a bit and then turned off on a local paved road. There were several twists, turns, stops, and she was soon having to second guess herself on number of roads she had passed for a turn. And just as she admitted she had lost count her Cell phone lost service and her maps froze up.
"Fuck me, and fuck this redneck backwoods state. Damn it all, how the hell can you NOT have cell service? This is 2017 for Christ's sake!" Jessica growled out. She gave it her best but had to admit she was completely lost.
Jessica was now also beginning to get creeped out by the area. It was dark, very dark, no moon at all, and very few houses. The ones she did see she didn't want to approach.
After driving on for 15 minutes she noticed a large set of lights. She perked up as she saw a large billboard and a small gas station with a one story office building by it. The billboard said "Welcome to SWITCH UP Trailer Park! The friendliest Park in all of the Carolinas! Stop by and enjoy the hospitality!"
"Well, I can get some directions at least." Jessica thought as she began to slow down.
BANG!!!!
Jessica grabbed the wheel with her other hand as her car lurched to the left. She hit the break and as she tried to keep the car straight there was another BANG!
She was able to stop the car just in the station parking lot. She caught her breath and got out. "Oh for crying out loud! TWO FLATS!!!"
Jessica resisted the urge to kick the car and turned to gas station. She had taken two steps when she saw that it was closed up. She growled and turned to the office building. She realized it was the front office for the trailer park and after a moment's hesitation she sighed and marched in the front door.
Jessica was barely after to keep from slapping her hand to her face when she walked in. It was like the office had been ripped from the pages of a New Yorker comedy article about flyover country. An old TV was on and it was showing "Hee Haw", the coffee maker was ancient and had a half used can of Folgers next to it. The magazine rack had monster truck rallies, NASCAR, and Southern Daily.
The man behind the counter was even worse. He was actually wearing a white wife beater and a Dallas Cowboys baseball cap. He was overweight and had a five o'clock shadow and he leered at Jessica.
"Evening Ma'am. That your car making the bangs out there?" he said in a thick drawl.
"Yes, I got two flats I need to get fixed immediately. Can I use your phone to call AAA?" Jessica asked politely while she seethed inside.
The man openly ogled her. Jessica couldn't blame him; she was very beautiful and kept in great shape. She was just under 6 feet tall, natural blonde, a runner and swimmer, body toned to rock hard, and an hourglass figure. She used her looks like the weapon they were, but she was very nervous about this situation.
"Sorry, phone's down. Had some bad weather two days ago and they are still cleanen up." The man replied as he looked up and down.
"Down? How about the gas station? Can you get ahold of the owner and have him fix my tires? I'm in a great hurry to get back to DC tonight." Jessica said with a firm voice that brooked no argument.
"Joe? He won't do you any good. He's already passed out drunk in his trailer. Bit of a drinking problem, in the bag by 7pm every night after having dinner with Dixie. Oh, where are my manners. I'm Bubba."
"Bubba. Of course you are." Jessica barely kept from rolling her eyes. "Bubba, I need to get repairs to my tires NOW. I need your help, and if you can't then I need someone who can."
"You're out of luck. I can't leave the counter and Mr. Jameston won't be in until morning. I'd get canned if I call him after 7pm. But maybe I can help you in another way." Bubba said with a smirk.
He walked around the counter and picked up a key off the wall and motioned Jessica to follow him. He led her out the back door and into the trailer park. Jessica did a double take as she looked down the street. The trailers were in various degrees of shape. The one right across from the office was very clean, modern looking and painted with a small porch and a light on. The one across the road was a very large RV with a giggling girl sitting on the lap of an older man who wore a big grin on his face and held a beer in the hand that wasn't rubbing the tits of the girl. Jessica looked down the street and heard more laughing, giggling, and several songs playing. A couple of bleach blondes strutted across the street from one trailer to another with a definite strut and sway. They were wearing black micro-skirts and halter tops and wearing stiletto heels. They knocked on a door and a rough looking man opened the door and ushered them in with a big smile.
Bubba ignored the goings on and led her up the stairs on the nice looking trailer. He unlocked the door and flipped on the lights. He pointed inside and said "Why don't you sleep here tonight? This is the show trailer we use when people are curious about buying one. It's cleaned every day, the linens are changed every week, and everything is plugged in. Shower works, sink works, and so on."
Jessica wasn't able to keep her face straight for this offer and Bubba sighed when he saw her face. "Ma'am, or Miss as you are too young to be a Ma'am, I know how it looks but this place is safe. This is Saturday night and people are just enjoying the weekend. I get this isn't the big city, but unless you want to sleep in your car this is the best you can get. Tomorrow morning we can have you on the road by 0830am if you want to leave. Hell, the trailer behind you is owned by a sheriff's deputy who is off duty tonight, so don't worry about it. I'll have one of the help bring your suitcase if you want."
Jessica was tired, mad, and she angrily admitted defeated. She was too damn tired to fight the situation anymore and she simply nodded. She walked into the trailer and she looked over and saw a small air filter. It shot a puff of powder into the air and Jessica got a whiff right in her nose. She snorted and blinked. The smell was actually very refreshing and she blinked again.
"Uh, Miss? You car keys?"
"Oh, sorry. I've had a long day so I must have zoned out for a moment. Here you go." Jessica handed him her keys and entered the trailer. The door closed behind her and she flopped down on the couch facing the large old style big screen TV.
"Hold on, what the fuck did I just do? I just have that hick my CAR KEYS!" Jessica blinked and she straightened up. She stood up and marched towards the door and just as she reached the door the air freshener puffed again and she got another whiff.
Jessica blinked again, and she realized she had been standing there for a few moments. "Damn, I must be more tired than I thought. Well, it's got two flats so he can't steal it. It'll be fine."
She sat back down and after a moment she reached over and turned on the TV. It was a bit fuzzy for some reason and while she was a bit annoyed by that she blinked after a minute and shrugged again. "Beggars can't be choosers, I guess. What the hell is this show though?"
Jessica stared at a TV show about two country boys from Georgia apparently who drove some weird orange car with Confederate Flags on. She blinked several times when a very pretty woman came on. She was actually very pretty, and she was a waitress.
She found herself being drawn into the show when there was a knock on the door.
Jessica kept looking at the TV and called out "Door's open."
"Huh, maybe I should lock it." She thought and then heard a sexy voice with a southern twang go "Oh, the Dukes of Hazzard! Mah favorite show!"
A commercial came on and Jessica turned around to see a young woman standing there pulling her roller suitcase. She was shorter than her, had long black hair with some curl to it, deep brown eyes, an awesome figure, and a set of tits that could only exist through the wonders of silicon. She was wearing a very tight set of cutoff jeans just like the woman on the TV show, and a sleeveless white t-shirt that hugged her figure tightly. She could see her nipples poking the fabric. She had some thick makeup on and she grinned at Jessica.
"Dukes of Hazzard? Is that what this show is? I've never seen it before." Jessica said.
"Really? Damn girlfriend you are missing out. Daisy there is the hottest girl on TV! I'd love to be her. Oh, sorry. Allow me to introduce mahself, I'm Lisa Sue." The brunette said as she held out her hand.
Jessica took it and shook. She felt a jolt like static electricity and blinked. Lisa Sue was grinning down at her and she moved around the couch and sat down next to her. "Mind if I watch the rest with you? Mah TV's on the fritz."
