The leather seats burned her bottom as she drove. She shifted gears and the car blasted over the blacktop. She didn't know where the road would take her, but it was the only road around so she had no choice. Nothing but sand dunes around her, as far as the eye could see.
She looked at the fuel gauge with sorrow. Unless she found something soon, this was going to be it for her. She'd have to park on the shoulder and either pray for some kind soul to pass by or lay a trap and take by force what she could. And there were precious kind souls left in the world since the Great Divide.
Sand pelted her body and face as it came through the broken windshield. If she didn't have those goggles on, it would have been impossible to drive at all. The leather jacket provided some protection as well.
The only problem was that her leather jacket was the only article of clothing she possessed. She was naked from the waist down, her bare ass cooking on the hot leather seats. Her massive tits were being held in place by the tightly zipped jacket and nothing else.
She'd laugh if it wasn't so fucking sad. She was wondering the desert like some kind of porn starlet. If any pornstars were as edgy as her, anyway. She had short, peroxide-blond hair. Double D tits that stood surprisingly firm and an ass often described as "thick." But she didn't feel very feminine any more. Not since the world ended.
She drove on, her eye on the needle. Not long now. She reached over to the passenger seat and picked up her flask. She emptied it into her mouth, but it was only a few drops worth. She had officially hit rock bottom.
She slowed down some, trying to save on gas. Scared the engine was gonna cut off any moment and leave her stranded there, in the open.
Lost in thought, she almost missed the car almost half buried in the dune on the right shoulder. She slammed on the breaks, letting the Charger tailspin. Her foot was on the ground before the car had completely stopped. Sawed off shotgun in hand, she walked quickly towards the wreck, ignoring the burning pain in her feet.
It was a truck, buried under the sand almost to the windshield. She couldn't see inside. Without hesitating, she pulled the door open and aimed the gun inside. Dark, but empty. She jumped inside. She had to keep a low profile just in case someone happened by.
Marauders. Killers.
The key was in the engine. Finally a break. She turned the key and smiled as she saw the fuel gauge spring to life and show an almost full tank. She had hit the motherlode.
She leaned over to check the glove compartment, just in case there was something useful in there. Then she felt the gun at the back of her head.
"Don't move" a man's voice said. "Put the shotgun down, slowly."
She had fucked up. She was too desperate, too greedy. She hadn't checked the back of the truck when she got in. Now she was going to pay for it with her life.
She waited for the bullet.
"I want you to climb over to the passenger side, and keep your back to me." the voice said.
All she could think of was "Fuck, I'm not even wearing any panties."
The man dug the barrel of the gun in her head.
"Move," he screamed his voice loud right next to her ear.
She climbed over the seat and tried to do what she was asked to. It was a tight fit. She eyed the shotgun and tried to figure out what was the best way to reach it and shoot him before he blew her brains all over the windshield.
He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face into the passenger side window. Now she was on all fours, ass in the air, face mushed into the glass. She lost her balance and her arms bent from under her. Now she was truly helpless.
She felt the man move behind her, getting into the driver's seat.
"Fuck that was uncomfortable" he said. "I've been back there for hours."
He grabbed the shotgun and placed it between his feet. Then he let go of her, judging her no longer a threat. He sat back down. She stayed in place.
She heard a chuckle.
"Where the fuck are your pants?" he said and laughed.
"Fuck you, asshole" she shot back. It's one thing to fuck up and get killed for it, it was another to be embarrassed while it's happening.
"I'm the asshole? I can actually see your asshole right now, it's staring me in the face."
She remained quiet. She was mortified.
"I...I almost want to touch it," he said, his voice low and far away.
"Don't you fucking dare!" she screamed as she turned around, no longer caring if it got her a bullet to the face.
He was smiling, still aiming the gun at her, but not looking like he was going to use it just yet.
