No signal.
Vivian groaned in exasperation and hit her head against the steering wheel.
This was the proverbial middle of nowhere - nothing in sight but fields on both sides of the road, and no cell phone reception. And her stupid
car could pick no better place to break down.
She tried the ignition again, to no luck whatsoever.
With a sigh, Vivian got out of the car to have a better look around and to get a breath of fresh air.
Her skirt caught on the seat as she was getting out and hiked up her large thighs. Vivian quickly adjusted it back to the proper length, just past her round knees, and looked around in embarrassment. Nobody appeared to have
seen her - the field was empty, and so was the road.
It was early evening, and the sun was beginning to lean towards the horizon, Vivian noticed with a twinge of alarm. In a couple hours it would be dark.
She contemplated trying to walk back to the last gas station she passed on the way here, but it would take her hours to walk that far, especially
wearing high heels. She did not remember how far ahead the nearest civilization lay either, so that was a risk as well.
Peering anxiously around, she thought she saw a small building, maybe a shed or a barn of some sort, in the field to her right. It probably had people in it, Vivian decided, and maybe a phone she could use. If not, it would at least provide better shelter for the night than a car on the side of the road.
With these thoughts, the young woman started walking purposefully through the field. I must be a ridiculous sight, she chuckled to herself. In her neat dark grey pinstriped business suit - a skirt that went just past her knees and hugged her wide round hips rather tightly, a cream silk blouse and a jacket - she had to wear it unbuttoned because it would not fit around her
breasts anymore, - and her high-heeled black shoes, she did look very out of place, stumbling through the field. But she flipped her shoulder-length blond hair back with defiance and continued walking.
She was not really built for much walking, as she weighed around three hundred pounds, but was fairly content with her weight and the pear-like
shape of her body. Built for comfort, not for speed, that's how her first boyfriend described her, and she was that: her body was all softness and round curves, from her pale cheeks and big soft boobs to her fat round ass and full shapely legs that tapered gently to her slender ankles.
Vivian was pretty in a rather prim and proper way: she had big, expressive brown eyes, a long straight nose and a plump, pale mouth. She looked like a teacher or a librarian, especially with her glasses on - that's what her second boyfriend told her. And she really was a prim and proper girl, having only been with two men in her life. What with her demanding work (she worked from home and subsequently did not go out much) and the innate shyness of her nature, she had little time for men, and indeed it was about two years since she last had sex. Well, there was that one time, but she did not like to remember it, and it did not count anyways.
The structure in the field grew closer. It was a wooden shed, and Vivian thought she saw some kind of movement around it.
***
Rob stretched and yawned. He was bored out of his wits. There was never much to do around the farm, especially such a small, decrepit farm in the
middle of nowhere, as was his father's.
Rob was 23 years old, thin and wiry, but with a hint of beer belly already showing on him. He was hanging out behind the shed with his 28-year-old
cousin Jake, who was visiting from the next county. Jake was a large, burly man with his knuckles permanently swollen from fighting. At his father's farm he was just the same type of slacker that Rob was.
"Should have brought a girl here with us, just like the last time," - Jake said, taking a swig from a bottle of beer he held in his hand, - "How's Ashley doing?"
"She can't hardly walk straight, dude," - Rob laughed, - "you fucking killed her with your fucking big dick."
"You think it easy having a big dick?" - said Jake, - "I must have fucked every girl back home once, but they never want to do it the second time," - he drank from the bottle again, - "I have to get them passed out drunk to
get fucking laid."
"What's wrong with that?" - asked Rob with an envious glance at Jake's crotch, - "they can't say no if they're drunk, right?"
"You are too fucking young to understand, dude," - said the bigger man, - "I like my woman to say no. Fuck you bitch, who cares if you say no, you
getting fucked anyway."
"Yeah, that will get you shot around here," - Rob nodded, - "Every girl here got a brother or a father with a shotgun."
"Yeah," - said Jake and finished his beer, thinking of his sad fate.
"Hey, you hear that?" - Rob got to his feet and looked around the corner of the crumbling shed, - "Somebody's coming."
"Fuck. it's a girl, Rob, coming right at us." - Jake smiled widely, baring his yellow teeth, - "You know her?"
"First time I see her," - said Rob, - "Looks like a city girl, all dressed fancy-like."
"Fat," - said Jake, - "you ever fuck a fat girl like that, Rob?"
"I fucked Kathy from the town, but she ain't really fat, just big tits."
"Me neither," - Jake smiled again, - "A fat girl should have a big fat pussy, take my dick in, no problem. Let's get her."