Both characters are fictional and 18 years of age and up.
The road is long. Endless miles of black asphalt waver in the heat of the mid day sun. My only company is the sound of my rig dutifully pounding the pavement down that desolate desert road. There is plenty of fuel to take me past the next town. No need to stop. Not much of a town anyway. Population of 500 at best. As I approach the next town, I see a figure on the side of the road. When I get closer I hit the air brakes to see a total fox looking for a ride. I mutter to myself,
"There is a god after all."
I open the door to see her wearing I white button up shirt tied in a knot showing her belly and some daisy duke cut off shorts.
"Where to honey?"
"Next town will be fine sir."
"Well, hop on up."
As she climbed into my rig I was thanked by a shot of her perfect tits. With that I felt a movement in my pants and there was no stopping it. I tried to think of something else to avoid a rip in the crotch of my pants. I put the rig back on the road and to the next town. I break the ice with,
"Names Anthony."
"Sandy."
"Nice to meet you Sandy."
"Likewise."
"Not that it's any of my business Sandy but what's a hot looking chick like yourself hitching for? I mean, aren't you afraid of some psycho rapist or something picking you up?"
"I have a good sense for people. I don't get in with anyone that I don't feel right about."
"Really, then I will take that as a compliment. But how do you know? A rapist can look like anyone." The next thing she said took me by surprise.
"Well, if he was cute then it might be kinda fun." After a long pause she said, "Just joking Anthony."
The sweet laughter coming from her mouth was music to my neglected ears. At that moment I was fighting the urge to pull over and take her right there. Is this a test god? Are you testing my will power? Are you testing to see how long I can drive on this very road before I crack. If so, then you have chosen a suitable temptation for me.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is you can't be so trusting, even if you do think that you have a good sense of judgment for people. I mean even though you took one look at me and passed judgment on me, that doesn't mean that you know me or what I'm capable of doing to you." With a devilish smile she said,
"And just what are you capable of doing to me Anthony, besides acting like my father?"
With that I decided I was going to teach her a lesson. She needed to know that her skills in judging people needed some work. I pulled my rig off to the side of the road, turned off the engine, quickly reached over and grabbed her by the neck and pushed her into the back of the cab with mild force. With my hand pressed firmly against her neck I whispered in her ear,
"Are you calling my bluff Sandy? If so, then your about to find out that I wasn't bluffing." I leaned back to find that her playful teasing attitude had vanished and was replaced by uncertain fear. Stuttering she said,
"Wwhat aaare you going to ddo to me?"
"What's the matter Sandy? Not so sure of me any more? I thought you were a good judge of character. Fact is, I've been on this god forsaken road for weeks and you are a sight for my sore eyes." I kept my grip on her throat and bore into her eyes so I could drive my point home. "I don't have a daughter but if I did I wouldn't want her to be hitching rides from total strangers. So to make sure you never do it again I'm going to have to teach you a valuable lesson. Now do exactly as I say Sandy or I will have to hurt you." She nodded in understanding. Truckers are always pulling over to get some sleep so I knew that I wouldn't call any attention to any passing cars. "Now get into the back of the cab." I grabbed her by the front of the shirt and pushed her into my bunk where I sleep. Reality now setting in she said,
"Please Anthony, don't hurt me. I promise not to hitch again."
Little did she know that I was a good judge of character myself. I could tell that she wanted this to happen. Her body language was screaming, fuck me please.