This story includes messy power dynamics and non-consensual situations, including coercion, public humiliation, homophobia, forced orgasms, and reluctant participation. There's also voyeurism and rough play, so if that's not your thing, you might want to skip this one. If it is your thing I hope you enjoy it.
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'I should have known. I should have fucking known.' Rowan thought to herself as she was manhandled back into the bar, her top still open and tits hanging out, nipples hard. 'It's always the fucking straight girls who get me in trouble.'
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An hour earlier, Rowan had blearily pulled into the lot of this junky old truck stop to get gas and grab a cup of coffee from the Travel-Mart. There had been nothing in this huge stretch of desert but occasional tiny gas stations (half of which had been boarded up), no sign of anything for many miles to come, and she was afraid she might fall asleep at the wheel if she kept going much longer without a break.
Rowan was filling a cup with what promised to be truly terrible coffee when the bells over the door jangled, and Jo walked in. Rowan looked up and caught sight of a woman, maybe just a bit older than her, with long blonde hair in messy waves down her back, a soft and clingy old white tee-shirt, cut-offs, and cowboy boots striding purposefully towards the chip aisle. When Rowan's eyes finally made their way up to the woman's face after taking their sweet time memorizing her every curve, she was surprised to find the woman staring back at her. Rowan almost dropped her gaze, but the woman bit her lip, and she couldn't look away.
Coffee overflowed from the edge of her cup, and Rowan jumped at the stinging pain in her thumb. She quickly stopped the handle of the coffee urn and caught herself before she dropped the cup. When she looked up again, the woman had begun deliberating her snack choices and was no longer looking at her.
Rowan caught her reflection in the glass door of a cooler full of soda. She was road weary, but her hair was still slicked back into a tight knot at the nape of her neck. She had a slim build with small tits and a round ass. She wore boyfriend jeans and docs, with a tight-fitting short-sleeved button-up top, no bra. She didn't look half-bad for driving for hours.
To the trained eye she was visibly queer, the carabiner of keys on her belt-loop an over-the-top giveaway, but folks outside of the community didn't always pick up what she was trying to put down. She wondered what impression she gave the blonde.
Rowan poured coffee from her cup to make room for cream and attempted to make it drinkable. When she looked up again, she caught the blonde looking at her, eyes quickly darting away. Rowan smiled to herself. OK, she wasn't imagining it. She was getting major vibes from this hot woman. Maybe this pit stop could be more pleasant than she had imagined.
She walked to the chip aisle and stood beside her, pretending to browse the snacks. "So, what are you thinking? Sour cream and onion? Barbecue?" Rowan asked.
The woman looked up at her, her gaze catching on Rowan's lips for a long moment, and said, "Oh, I'm not sure. I might just be thirsty."
Rowan almost laughed out loud; this was absurd. "Well, take it from me, the coffee does not come recommended." She took a sip and made a face. "Hi, I'm Rowan." She put out her hand to shake, then felt incredibly dumb for doing so.
The woman laughed as she grabbed Rowan's hand and shook it, trying to look very serious. "Hi, Rowan. I'm Jo. It's a pleasure." They began to flirt and banter, laughing as they wandered the store, picking up snacks and putting them down, trying on sunglasses, and finally heading to the counter to check out.
"Would you want to grab a drink at the bar next door? Or are you trying to get back on the road?" Jo asked as Rowan paid for her coffee. "It's just, it's getting late anyway. I don't know where you are headed or how fast you need to get there, but the motel out back is the only place to stay for miles and miles. I assume if you are drinking that sludge, you are trying to get out of here, but I think I'd regret it if I didn't at least ask."
Rowan poured her coffee onto the pavement and threw away the cup as they walked past the giant parking lot, sprinkled with semi trucks, to the bar.
The neon sign buzzed and flickered as they walked in. They sat at the bar on wobbly stools. The room was large and dim, with sticky-looking tables, booths with ripped and patched pleather, and an ancient jukebox in the corner. A couple of other patrons sat at the bar, drinking beers and staring at the TVs on the wall, and a couple of small groups sat in booths, laughing and drinking pitchers.
Jo and Rowan ordered from a bulky bartender and nursed their drinks as they flirted with each other. Jo took any and every opportunity to touch Rowan. When she wasn't brushing up against Rowan, or touching her hand, or putting a hand on her knee, she was running her hands over her own neck and chest, twirling her hair, and biting her lip *at* Rowan. It was turning Rowan on, and she couldn't take her eyes off of her.
Rowan learned that Jo was 30, two years older than she was. Jo was part of a team that hauled loads between Las Vegas, Phoenix, and Salt Lake City. She was flirty, funny, and warm, and her body was incredible.
Rowan was basking in the glow of Jo's attention. It was so fun to meet a femme who gave such clear signals, no guessing game required, this woman was into her. She was so glad she decided to stop at this random place, and slightly buzzed from her drink when Jo grabbed her hand and pulled her into a hallway that ran along their side of the bar and led to the bathrooms. Rowan was surprised when the door Jo pulled her through led outside. Under a tall flickering orange streetlight, Rowan pulled Jo back into a deep kiss, then turned her around and pressed her up against the rough beige cinder block wall.
Jo and Rowan made out like teenagers, hands roaming, breath hitching. Rowan kept Jo pinned against the wall with her hips and delighted in the feeling of her soft skin, wet mouth, and how she kept pulling her closer. Jo whispered, "I have a truck. Do you want to..." against Rowan's neck, making her shiver. She immediately let Jo away from the wall and cut her off, saying "Yes. Yes, let's go."
