Trip shut his bike off at the pump
while his fellow Hell Raider, Stella, did the same right behind
him. The little station suited their needs perfectly. Minimal
traffic meant a quick rest stop without causing a stir. Usually
when they rolled into a small town, the locals looked at them like
a legion of demons had come within their midst, so he preferred
little out-of-the-way places with few people to shock.

He climbed off and stretched the road
kinks out of his back, lifted a hand to signal his intentions to
Stella, and headed inside to pay. "Fill ups on one and
three."

The girl behind the register met his
gaze full on, dark blue eyes twinkling with interest. "Yes, sir."
She took his cash and rang it up.

Trip took a good long look with
appreciation at the way her faded jeans hugged her tight ass. She
caught him looking, and he winked and grinned.

"Pumps are on." She smiled. "Come back
in for your change."

Well, hell. Figured. Little mom and
pop place. The chick would no doubt call the local cops while he
pumped his gas and have them waiting for him when he went for his
change. Fuck that. They'd be in for a surprise. He had no active
warrants, not even a criminal record, in the name on all his ID.
Stella carried clean papers as well, so they had nothing to worry
about. As long as no one decided to run their prints.

Of course, maybe she just wanted to
take him to the back room and fuck him senseless. His dick paid
attention to that thought, definitely interested in the prospect of
a visit to that back room. Maybe he could spare a few minutes for
that kind of break.

The pump kicked off and pulled him out
of the fantasy he already had going on. He turned for a word with
Stella. "Keep an eye out, brother. Chick inside held my change. And
maybe a little something more."

Stella nodded with his usual lack of
words, and hung his pump nozzle.

Inside, Trip added two bottles of soda
to his purchase. "Pack of Marlboro Reds, too." Nothing looked out
of place, except the lack of other customers. "Kinda slow day,
huh?" Bullshit detector on full alert, he paid close attention for
any sign of hostility and forced himself to ignore how the curve of
her tits peeked over the top of her shirt.

The girl gave a derisive snort.
"You're my fourth customer since my shift started. That means I've
been slammed." She counted his change back. "Ya'll ain't from here,
are you honey?"

"Nah, just passing through on the way
to visit some relatives."

She came around the counter and
indicated the door. "I'm heading out for a smoke break. Keep me
company for a few minutes? This place is boring as hell." She gave
a smile that said she'd be glad for him to break the
boredom.

Trip's brow went up, but he nodded.
None of his alarms went off. The girl seemed sincerely bored, and
maybe horny, and he wouldn't refuse even a slim chance to gain info
on their destination. "You sure we won't scare off customers?" He
slid a cigarette from the pack and offered her one.

She accepted with a smile. "What
customers? Besides, compared to some of the guys around here,
you're a fine upstanding citizen."

Trip barked a laugh. "Upstanding
citizen, huh? Sweetheart, I doubt that."

She grinned. "Kid you not. We
specialize in low-lifes around here."

"I heard that." The look he shot
Stella, combined with rolling his shoulders, carried a clear
message to stay alert. "Bet I could show you a few things the
locals can't."

A slender brow arched up. "Oh, really?
What kind of things would that be?" The challenge in her eyes
showed bright and clear.

Trip glanced around. "Any security
cameras going to show your boss how many times I make you
come?"

She smiled and gave a slow, deliberate
shake of her head.

"That's good." He leaned down tasted
her neck, exposed by having her long brown hair up. "There a place
where my buddy won't get to watch?" He moved a little
closer.

She stepped in against him and pushed
those pretty tits up to his chest. "I think we could find a place."
Her cigarette fell into the sand-filled bucket that served as a
butt can, then she caught his hand in hers and pulled him back
inside the store.

A little break room of sorts sat at
the back of the store, with only a curtain separating the card
table, folding chairs and dorm fridge from the customer area. Trip
leaned down to kiss her and filled his hands with her
ass.

She kissed him back and wasted no time
opening her jeans. Nothing like a woman who knew what she wanted.
He gladly shoved her jeans and panties down and off for her while
she unbuckled his belt. While she worked on his button and zipper,
he dug the beat-up old snuff can out of his pocket and popped the
top long enough to fish out a condom. The terror of a pregnant
girlfriend taught him early on to always bring his own protection,
and the round metal can was the perfect way to carry and not have
to worry about it.

"Look at you, all prepared. You a Boy
Scout?" She smiled and slid her hand down his hard-on.

"Honey, I'm a lot of things, but
definitely not a Boy Scout." To prove it, he rolled the condom on
crowded her against the wall. Hands full of her sweet ass again, he
lifted her, pleased when she swung her legs up and around his
waist.

With her shoulders against the wall,
he leaned back enough to position himself, then lowered her onto
his cock. She arched and her tight body drew him in with a gasp. He
claimed her mouth again and started to move.

She cried out, nails raking across his
scalp and Trip broke the kiss to slip his hand between them and
stroke her clit. Just like that, she clenched around him and he
drove into her to find his own orgasm as she leaned against him to
catch her breath.

"Damn, I need breaks like that on a
regular basis." She smiled as she slipped away from his and started
getting dressed.

Trip chuckled a little. "I hope no
customers came in and got scared off."

Five minutes later, condom dealt with,
clothes back in place, he stood in front of the store smoking with
her again. "Not many bikers come through here, then?"

The tip of her cigarette glowed as she
took a deep drag and shook her head. "Rare as hens' teeth. I think
they put a sign at the county line warning if anything remotely
exciting happens there'll be hell to pay."

He laughed, watching her carefully for
signs of nervousness. After the last few minutes, he didn't expect
her to set them up, but it wouldn't be the first time a chick got
hers while in the middle of screwing a guy over. "Most small towns
don't want drama."

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