When the bang and flip flap sounds exploded under the hood both Carmen and Sharon screamed. Pulling to the roadside berm both asked, "What the hell was that?" After shutting off the car they decided to have a look. Neither was mechanically minded so just opening the hood was an effort. The pouring rain made the task almost humorous. Flashlight in hand it showed a belt had shredded and broken, down with the hood and back to the car they went.
After a few laughs Sharon says: "Carmen you win... the wet T-shirt contest!" Her cropped tee fit snuggly to her ample breasts.
Carmen replies " You should talk! Your nipples alone would win for you" True it was that Sharon had prominent nipples for her smallish tits. So much for being braless in the rain!
The cell phones said No Signal so they felt helpless. Just as the decided to walk for help a pick-up truck stopped & relief was a possibility. Grabbing purses and their jean jackets they took his offer of a ride. He said he knew of NO service places open this late but there was a grill/bar about he had passed a few times on this road about 5 miles ahead. Carmen said, "Great we can phone from there!" He pulled into the parking lot of the Bear Grill, fitting name for this out-of-the way mountain place. He told them he had never been in there but they felt comfortable in having him drop them nonetheless.
Busting through the door after their sprint in pouring rain across the parking lot, they got the attention of everyone in the place.
'Damsels in Distress' they were; but to all the guys in there they were not just 'hot young girls', rather cold, wet & 'women' for sure!!! Sharon was wearing daisy duke shorts, a buttoned shirt tied @ the waist with cowboy boots. Carmen was in a short cropped tee and very low rider jeans and flip flops. Both had their Levi jackets on & that gave them a false sense of modesty. Scanning the place they soon realized they were in a 'NO' star restaurant & bar.
"You got a telephone in this dump?" yelled out Sharon. The bartender motioned down the back hallway. She then asked Carmen to get her a shot of Jose Cuervo and a Budweiser. Bartender didn't like Sharon calling his place a dump & he told Carmen just that. Carmen laughed and said that she also thought the place was pretty rundown and very dirty looking. Her comments were overheard by ole Joe. Now ole Joe was not the biggest guy there but he commanded respect by all who knew him. He walked toward Carmen and told her she was disrespectful for calling the place a dump.
She told him: "Piss off " which went over not so well with Joe. He grabbed her elbow and swung her around. Carmen was almost 5'9" and athletic enough to handle herself so she swung her arm to lose Joe's grip and in the process landed her hand squarely on Joe's cheek.
"Don't touch me you dirty old man!" and with that Carmen turned back to the bar to take her shot. As she threw back her shot she felt her head jerked back by Joe's grip on her hair, She lost her balance and tumbled to the floor. She got up swearing and raised her leg to kick Joe. He expected it and grabbed her leg and twisted her around. His grip on her pantleg pulled her low riders even lower, exposing her red thong.
"Tell me that this place is not a dump!" demanded Joe.