Kimi’s
new lease on life was on a downward slope to hell, and all she could do was
watch it fall. The situation was dire, and she wanted to put as much distance
between herself and the broken down car as possible. Unfortunately, no matter
how fast she walked, it was completely obvious that she was the driver of the
stolen vehicle.
"Dammit.
Why don’t things ever go my way?" she complained, glancing back at the car
in the distance. "Stupid import, aren't they supposed to be
dependable?"
She
muttered a few choice words and picked up the pace. Sweat trickled down her
bronzed cleavage, and she unfastened the top few buttons of her white blouse to
let some air in. It was only early morning, but she was already melting in the
desert heat.
The
long stretch of highway was rippling in the early morning sun, and she hoped
someone would stop to help her soon. A few cars had sped by, but it had still
been dark. Now that the sun was up, it was probably just a matter of time–she
hoped.
The
designer skirt she wore fit perfectly, and her sleek black hair was done up in
a complicated knot. Only the most observant would see through the woman's
impeccable appearance to realize she was uncomfortable as hell and felt like a
kid playing dress up. Until that morning, her entire wardrobe consisted of blue
jeans, oversized shirts, flip-flops, and a skimpy, sequined night-club uniform
with a matching pair of pumps and fishnets. She'd left it all behind, making a
run for it once and for all.
Now
it seemed like just another mistake, but she was getting used to those. Even
so, she was still trying like hell to be optimistic. In less than twenty-four
hours, she would finally be someone else. "I can do it. I'll get there on
time, no problem," she said, wishing she had a cellphone.
The
distant rumble of tires on the Arizona highway caused her to step further off
the road, worried that it might be the police…or worse. She was torn between
hiding and hitchhiking until she saw that it was a huge red eighteen-wheeler.
"Yes!"
she shouted, jumping and waving, temporarily forgetting her distinguished
appearance.
The
brakes squealed as the driver slowed when he caught sight of the slender little
gal. He stopped beside Kimi and opened the passenger door. When he got a closer
look, he realized she wasn't much more than twenty.
The
lines around his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at her. “Hi, sweetheart. Don't
tell me that was your car back there?"
Her
eyes widened briefly as a big man leaned across the passenger seat with a
friendly smile, the sun glinting off a gold tooth and his shiny bald head. Kimi
smiled, because he immediately reminded her of Mr. Clean. The salt and pepper
beard didn't match up with that impression, but other than that it was spot on.
The big guy was huge, too. So big that he could be a body builder.
"Get
out of the sun and I'll give you a lift to the next truck stop where you can
arrange for service," he said, his friendly voice a deep rumble.
Ignoring
the age-old warnings to never accept a ride from a stranger, she craned her
neck and smiled back at him. "Thank you so much for stopping!"
It
would be a daunting climb up into the cab, but she had to get out of sight…and
out of town. However, she considered removing her pumps first, so she wouldn't
break her neck.
"Not
a problem," he said, smiling and offering her an extra-large helping hand.
That
was a relief, and she gasped as he easily hauled her up the steep steps into
the air-conditioned cab. She collapsed into the cushioned seat, paused to sigh
at the comfort, and then scrambled to snap her seatbelt. The sooner they were
gone, the better.
The
man watched her with interest, his shrewd eyes immediately taking note of her
anxiety. “I'm Jack, nice to meet you?” The sentence ended on a question,
hanging in the air as he returned to his seat.
"Nice
to meet you, too. I'm Kimi," she said, glancing at the time on the
dashboard. It was almost nine. Her boyfriend would be waking up within minutes
and he'd be furious. In fact, he'd be angry enough to do some serious damage
this time. "Never mind about that car. I just really need to get to Los
Angeles. You wouldn't happen to be headed that way? I could pay you." She
fished in her purse, selecting a hundred from one of the neatly stacked
bundles, holding it out with a shaky hand.
“Keep
it,” Jack said, waving a hand at the money as he set off again. “It's not like
you'll take a lot of gas to haul, and the company will keep me from talking to
myself."
The
man's muscles bulged as he changed gears, bringing the big rig up to speed.
Finally he settled to relax as the vehicle began to eat the miles of road once
again.
He
glanced in her direction, "You could do me a favor though, to earn your
passage…”
Kimi
coughed, choking on her sigh of relief. Her eyes were wide as she hugged her
purse and chewed her lower lip. Even though she was grateful, and he was kind
of hot, she wasn't willing to perform any sex acts for a ride.
The
comment hung in the air and finally Jack laughed gently. “There's a flask of
coffee in the glove box. Pour me a cup, would you? And have one yourself if you
want, it's a long way to LA. Luckily that's where I'm headed too.”
“Oh!
Yes, sure thing! Uh, I was a little worried for a minute there,” she said, blushing
at the misunderstanding.
He
chuckled. “Yeah, sorry about the tease there by the way but I couldn't resist
it. You'll have to bear with inappropriate jokes at times.”
The
guy's travel mug was almost as big as the thermos, and she hurriedly filled it,
handing it over. “Here you go. A big mug for a big guy," she teased,
glancing at his huge biceps and broad shoulders. "I'm so glad you're going
my way!”
She
glanced around the enormous truck cab. "Nice place you've got here. I've
never been inside one of these. It's like an efficiency apartment. I had no
idea they were this big," she said, looking behind her at a short hallway
that ended at a double bed. There was a door on the right and cabinets on the
left, and the place even smelled clean. It wasn't what she expected at all.
“Most
are, but most also smell a lot worse. I own the rig myself though so I've had
time to do her up. Saves renting an apartment, I'll tell you that.” Jack
grinned and sipped his coffee as he drove. “We'll be stopping in a few hours
for lunch, my treat. Should have you in Los Angeles by dinnertime. Hope that
works for you?”
“It
definitely works. I missed breakfast today, so I'll be nice and hungry.”
She
casually looked him over and decided that he was intriguingly handsome. From the
look of him, she figured he was old enough to be her dad.
That
thought brought on a sadness that was literally painful, because her father
died in a car accident not too long ago. Up until then, he doted upon her.
They'd had a perfect relationship, and she missed him like crazy. As poor as
they were, she'd always felt loved and protected.
She
switched her train of thought to that morning, which had already been overly
productive. After leaving her-boyfriend as he slept, she helped herself to the
money in the casino safe and then committed grand theft auto, stealing his
apparently unreliable, yet ridiculously expensive car.
“Well,
later I've got a meeting at a pub in Vermont Village. I guess that's a
neighborhood in Los Angeles. I have to admit, I'm kind of unprepared, but I'm
buying a car—and other things,” she explained, which was partly the truth.
The
meeting was set up on the spur of the moment the night before. Their bartender
was knowledgeable on the subject, and he told them about the guy named Charles.
“Not
the best neighborhood,” Jack warned, giving the young woman another once over.
She was so young and delicate, and his first impression was that she was also a
little gullible.
“Oh,
I had no idea,” she said, chewing a fingernail as she remembered a similar
discussion with her friend, Polly. Apparently everyone agreed that it was
insane to meet a stranger from the internet with a huge bundle of cash.
However, after weighing the danger against the alternative, escaping Alan won
out.
Kimi
figured if Jack knew the whole story he'd think she was an idiot, so she kept
quiet while feeling completely inept.
He
glanced at her sideways. “Yeah, calling it rough is really an understatement.
It's actually more like a war zone, so take this" —he passed over a business
card— "just in case you need a lift or anything else. I'm not heading out
until tomorrow morning when the load is delivered.”
"Thank
you," she said, smiling as she glanced down at his card. It got right to
the point with 'Jack Robins' and then below it was his phone number, an email
address and a small picture of a big rig truck.
The
offer to help gave her a warm feeling that she hadn't felt for a long time. She
tucked his card into her pocket, already sorry that they’d be parting ways.
Unfortunately, if things went wrong, she didn’t have a cell phone to call him
with. She’d left it behind, because Alan had bought it and she didn’t trust
him. As far as she knew, he could somehow track her down with it.
In
fact, she’d left everything behind. Well, except for his car and the casino’s
ten thousand dollars. It was just enough to pay for her new identity and
disappear. All she really wanted was to settle somewhere far away from Alan.
Frowning, she rubbed her bruised arm. There was something really wrong with him.
In fact, she was pretty sure he harbored a hidden psychotic condition of some
sort. Too bad he hadn't shown it until she moved in with him.
Her
escape and the robbery happened without much forethought or planning. She
actually considered it more of a necessary theft, because that sounded better
and she was truly desperate.
“You
look beat,” Jack said, noticing that the pretty girl rubbed her arm repeatedly.
“Why don’t you get yourself comfortable and have a nap?”
A
yawn hit her out of nowhere, and she nodded. “Thanks, I think I’ll do that. I
had a hard night.” She reclined the seat and closed her eyes, unwillingly
replaying the last twenty-four hours again.
***
The
night before, Kimi was working in the casino lounge when Polly pulled her
aside. “Meet me after work at the bar, okay? I’ve got a way for you to get away
from that dickhead and his stupid plans for you.”
It
was too good to be true, but Kimi tried to sound hopeful. “Really? Well, I’ll
be there around midnight, but I doubt you can stay up that late.”
Polly
hugged her. “Oh, don’t worry about me. These are dire circumstances. We’ve got
to get you out of here.”
As
Kimi watched her friend hurry back to the office, she wondered what cockamamie
plan she came up with this time. Polly worked nine to five and was a dedicated
early bird, so Kimi figured this scheme would be a doozie if it warranted such
a late meeting.
They’d
grown up together on the nearby reservation. Polly knew everything about her,
but Kimi regretted confiding about Alan. Since the day she confessed to his
abuse, Polly hadn't stopped trying to help. It was a little frustrating because
Kimi was hopelessly trapped and her friend continuously came up with ideas that
would never pan out.
Later,
Kimi waited in a quiet booth, still wearing her sequined waitress uniform when
her excited friend arrived. “This is drastic, but I have an idea and it’ll
work. First, Bob the bartender told me about a guy on the internet who sells
fake identities. So you’ll need money for that. If you come in the office at
4AM, you’ll have ten minutes to hit the office safe while the server backup is
running. It happens once a month, so it has to be tonight.” She slipped the
safe combination into Kimi’s hand.
“No
way. You’ll get in trouble,” Kimi said, hardly able to believe they were even
talking about it.
“Like
I care. Anyway, I’ll just tell the asshole that I had it written down and lost
it,” she said, talking about Alan. He was her boss, too, but she wasn’t afraid
of him because she wasn’t living with him. To her, he was just a particularly
rotten employer.
After
a few drinks and going over what little fine points there were, Kimi finally
agreed but she was still on the fence. “Okay, you can stop worrying. I’ll go
for it, Polly,” she lied, as she hugged her goodbye.
Kimi
wasn’t much of a drinker and the alcohol had a calming effect, but it also
threw off her mediocre judgment. It would have been much better to stay away
from home, especially since her imminent robbery was only three hours away.
With
a yawn and a stagger, she headed out the front entrance into the quiet parking
lot. It was past midnight, and even though the Arizona desert sky was full of
stars, they were all but invisible because of the blinding casino lights. The
belligerent marquee near the road silently mocked her as it announced her debut
performance tomorrow night. She paused to angrily flip it off because she
hadn’t agreed to any of it. Alan just told her she was doing it, and when she
stood her ground he went a little crazy.
She
had an instinctive, natural grace when it came to dancing, but she didn't want
to do it in front of an audience, and definitely not naked. The situation made
her stomach hurt and she hurried to the gutter and vomited.
Just
across the road was a cluster of hotels and one high rise condominium that
reflected the lights from the casino. It was where she lived with Alan, and she
hated going home more and more every time.
She
wished she’d never met him. It was his great looks that got her. The man was
completely perfect, with dark hair and a big, solid body. With his impeccable
style and confident attitude, he turned women’s heads everywhere he went.
“Well,
they can all just have him!” Kimi yelled, staggering sideways on her high heels
as she stumbled home. “Damn. Who keeps moving the ground?”
The
skimpy, sequined uniform flashed in the lobby as she passed through, only
pausing to wave at the guard. Inside the elevator, she leaned against the wall
and closed her eyes.
At
the top floor, she quietly exited the elevator and headed toward their door. As
she reached for the knob, it jerked open and Alan’s eyes narrowed at his
staggering girlfriend.
“Why
were you so late? Are you fucking drunk?” His hand lashed out across her face
with a loud crack and her head snapped back so hard she felt stunned.
“You
know I don't like you coming home late!” he shouted, his face a mask of fury as
he grabbed a handful of her long hair. She cried out in shock as he yanked her
inside, shoving her toward the bedroom.
Knowing
better than to keep him waiting, she tried to act natural while unzipping her
uniform. It was difficult to do without arguing, but every day things got worse
and she was afraid of what he'd do. She gracefully pulled the bodysuit off and
slowly danced her way toward the bathroom, flinging the uniform at him with a
flirty spin.
“Fucking
stupid bitch, I said get on the damn bed!”
The
alcohol inhibited her better judgement and she finally lost her temper. With
her eyes narrowed, she kicked off her shoe and made sure it flew straight at
his head. As he dodged it, she turned and ran straight for the bathroom.
With
a grin, he vaulted over the bed and caught her easily. Enjoying another chance
to use his superior strength against her, he slammed her petite body against
the wall as he squeezed the hell out of her arms.
“I
said strip!" he shouted in her face, giving her a brutal shake. "I’m
sick of arguing about this bullshit. You’re doing the goddamn show! Now let’s
see you perform. Get on the bed and shake that ass!” He shoved her toward the
bed so hard she fell. In a panic she scrambled to her feet and up onto the bed
just to get away from him. “Dance and strip. Just like you're doing on stage
tomorrow night.” He whipped his belt from the loops and slapped it down on the
sheets.
As
she started swaying, she discovered that the surface of the bed wasn’t easy to
move on. Especially not after she'd been drinking. Turning her back, she
reached to unfasten her bra with shaky hands, then tossed it at him. No music
played as her graceful body undulated and she twisted and twirled, the ceiling
lights shining down on her smooth skin and flawless curves. It was time to
remove the last article of her clothing, and her hips swayed with the expertise
of a seasoned belly dancer.
Her
one man audience watched in amazement, hardly able to believe his luck in
discovering her. She was a goldmine. It was pure luck when he'd seen her on the
security cameras dancing as she cleaned. The way his little Kimi moved was
irresistible. She was a natural, and the bitch was all his, too. Her tight
pussy had only ever known his cock, meaning he owned her.
It
was time to remove the last article of clothing, but she didn’t want to do it
and drew out the dance longer. Her body language was seductive and enticing,
but her thoughts were anything but, filled with fear and hate. Hooking her
thumbs under the elastic waist of her fishnet hose, she hesitated.
Deciding
she'd practiced enough, Alan grabbed the sheet and yanked hard. Kimi shouted in
surprise as she toppled over and before she knew what was happening he was on
her. He wrapped her wrists in his belt and flipped her onto her back to grin
down at her.
“Not
bad! You're learning some new moves. You'll bring in a fortune!" His teeth
bit into her ear lobe and tugged. "We'll use it to buy plenty of stripper
outfits that I can rip off you,” he said, grabbing her ass with one hand and
tearing her fishnet hose open in the back.
"I'm
not going to strip! I told you I wouldn't do it!" she argued, gasping as
he smacked her across the face.
While
glaring down at her, he freed his cock from his pajamas and leaned back to take
hold of her ankles. He bent her legs with her feet almost by her head. The backs
of her legs were rested against his muscled torso and her feet rested on his
shoulders as he paused to let her think about the situation.
"Didn't
I tell you we're done arguing about it?" he asked, positioning his cock to
push against her virgin ass hole.
Adrenaline
kicked in as Kimi realized his intentions. Her eyes met his and what she saw
terrified her. He'd never let her win, and he wanted to cause her pain. Hearing
her screams was what he enjoyed the most. While biting her lip to keep from
begging, she tried to free her arms from his belt. Unfortunately, he’d secured
them too well, and there wouldn’t be any escape.
“Let's
break new ground tonight before the new ground tomorrow.” His unlubricated cock
moved suddenly as he thrust, savoring her gasp as he forced the head into her
resistant hole. His hot breath washed over her face as he groaned at the squeezing
and began pushing in deeper.
The
stretching hurt so bad that she couldn’t help but scream as he began to pump in
and out of her. What he was doing terrified her because she’d never had anal
sex, and it was so painful that she thought he’d damaged something. It was even
hard to breathe because of how he had her bent up like a pretzel with all of
his weight pushing down onto her.
“I
hate you, Alan!” she screamed.
The
slap to her face stunned her into silence, and he hit her again on the backhand
for good measure. “No you don't, slut, you love this! It's what a whore like
you needs,” he explained as he started thrusting harder, his full weight
driving his shaft in against the resistance. “If I thought I couldn't trust
you…” The comment faded with an unspoken threat. His mouth pressed to hers,
saliva running over her skin.
Alan
groaned as he came, pumping his load home in her ass violently before rolling
onto his back. “Tomorrow morning you’ll do a special performance on stage just
for me, got it? Afterward I’ll let you suck the cum out of my cock. Now go
clean yourself up." He grinned, looking forward to seeing her in the
spotlight as he used her uniform to clean himself.
Kimi
crawled out of bed, her legs wobbly as she made her way to the bathroom. Things
got worse every time she came home, but that was the last straw. It persuaded
her to carry out Polly's haphazard escape plan. There wasn’t any choice left
but to run.
A
police siren snapped her out of the terrible memory just as she was drifting
off to sleep, and she bolted upright in her seat, instantly picturing her face
on a wanted poster. A desperate gasp escaped as her wide eyes stared at the
side view mirror in horror. A squad car was fast approaching with its flashers
on.
“Oh,
no! Crap! Are we getting pulled over?” she cried, flopping back down in the
seat. She looked toward the back of the cab for a hiding place, feeling so
anxious she was suddenly lightheaded.
Alan
was friendly with the police, and they’d just return her to him. There was no
telling what he’d do then…especially after what she’d done to his dashboard. At
the time, it was just too hard to resist the payback, but she regretted it now.