Michaela gave a yelp of surprise, at the same time dropping her mobile phone. Her gut churned as she realized the next few seconds were already predestined and the only option she had left was to slam on the brakes in desperation. Her open top Camero came to an instant crunching halt. The big grey box wagon in front of her car had crumpled her fenders and lights without even shuddering. Her car had twisted its damaged nose to point out across the sandy, cactus covered plains. She relaxed her body, her nails slowly extracting themselves from the soft steering wheel leather.
"Hhhhhhhhh shit!"
The interstate had been almost deserted and she had seen the truck waiting to merge, when it had obviously mistimed its entry and shot out in front of her. The fact she had been half watching the road and half talking on the phone made little difference to her. It had been a call to her agent, as an up and coming ad model she always needed to be pushing for that next break.
Michaela climbed awkwardly out of her damaged soft top the desert dust swirling around her car. It was drivable but in a real state. She raised her hands in disbelief always one to overact any situation." It's ruined. Ruined!" The trucker was climbing from the cab and she marched angrily towards him. As she approached the sheepish looking man she glanced along the trucks side.
"Oh, typical!" She thought." Just typical!"
The truck billboard had a picture of an elegant curly haired blonde. She was semi naked, the woman's arms folded covering what Michaela knew were ample but perfect breasts. The woman's long legs were kicked high, black stocking and heels on, advertising the companies' latest hosiery product. It had been one of Michaela's first big assignments. And as the man looked at her then the ad she nodded annoyed he'd noticed." Yes, that's right dumbo. That's me up there."
The trucker was a mid aged Mexican dressed in a blue chino shirt and dirty jeans. He fumbled with his cap apologizing sincerely, a little distracted by the tall woman who he had eyed many times before while he'd filled his truck with gas. She was still recognizable even clothed. Heeled sandals, a light blue dress, her hair still shoulder length and curly. Only in real life her blue eyes were mean and angry." You stupid wetback" She shouted, "I'll have your job."
The man shook his head trying to calm her." No, no we can sort this miss, so sorry, so sorry." He had been here 3 years with no problem now this woman was going crazy. He had no real documents and this bitch just wouldn't shut up. She shook her head and began to stomp back to her car.
"Just one phone call mister and we'll see how sorry you are."
The road was still deserted both vehicles on the kerbed side, the afternoon heat making a shimmering haze, no one had passed and probably wouldn't for some time.
"God, how long for the cops to get here?" She thought to herself searching for the phone.
Michaela gave her second startled shriek of the afternoon as the man pulled her waist back. He then picked her up kicking and screaming carrying her like a bride over a threshold.
"What the hell are you doing you crazy dago?"
He lifted the rear roller shutter of his truck pushing her inside, slamming the steel down behind her. She was in the hot dim hold of the truck, two small ceiling lights showing a virtually empty space. There were only a few boxes strewn around, the delivery obviously complete, empty racking pinned to the sides. There she stood arms folded stamping her feet in frustration.
"Boy he was really in trouble now." She told herself.
Outside the man paced back and forth as two cars sped by, getting just half interested glances from the occupants. His boss was looking for any reason to get rid of him, this would be ideal. He was through here in the states, no more sending money back to his family across the border. He made his decision. Take the Camero to the border and hitch a lift with the day workers returning to Mexico. No one would check them leaving the country. He heard Michaela banging on the side of the truck and looked up at her larger than life advertising picture.
"Just one thing to do before I go," he decided, the anger building.
The roller shutter rose slightly and Michaela was already thinking how she would make him pay, when to her surprise he climbed in slamming the metal blind back down. He had a rope in his hand and a stern look on his face. The truck container was getting very hot and stuffy, and the sweat had already started to appear on her fine turned legs and plunging neckline. She stepped back in confusion and mounting worry. The man showed no emotion as he came close to her and they began to grapple. She struggled protesting loudly her voice echoing around the box. The man was binding her hands and pressing her against the truck side hooking the rope around a high wall bar. He pulled with all his strength and she jerked back against the wall her arms raised above her, pulled high towards the wall racking.
"Aggggg!"
Her chest thrust out and the man instantly ripped the dress open allowing her bare tits to pop out proud and sweaty.
"Oh! Ahhh what are you doing uhhh!"
He cupped her with his dirty hands, pinning her kicking legs with his thighs. Her white flesh felt soft but firm as he squeezed her tits.
"Get the fuck off me," Michaela screamed twisting her hips, her hands held tightly above her head." No, you uuggghh ahhggg!"
His mouth encircled a nipple and he chewed hungrily. He sampled her tit ends and between taking long sucks he spoke.
"You would finish me?" He asked. "Slurp! So be it. Slurp!" He looked." But first I'm going to teach you respect you white bitch. Slurp!"
She shook her head her tits now wet with sweat and his saliva." Oh please no, I'm sorry. Just go and we'll forget all about it." The man also shook his head twisting both nipples looking straight into her eyes. "I'm afraid its too late miss."
