“That’s my trucker,” I yell out while I smack his ass. “Come in my pussy, Buck!”
He collapses on top of me. He’s heavy, but I don’t mind. He rolls off of me and removes the condom, throwing it in the trash. We lie in each other’s arms, tired and spent.
After a minute or two, I speak. “I’d better set my alarm so I can get home tonight.”
Buck looks at me. “You’re not gonna stay the night?”
“Buck, I can’t. I’ve got work tomorrow.”
“But you don’t go to work until the afternoon.”
“Actually, I have to be at work at 11:00, and if I stay here, I may be tempted to blow it off. I took today off. I can’t con them into giving me another day off. Mable’s not dumb.”
“Who’s Mable?”
“My manager.” I wrap my arms around him tighter. He feels so good. “But I’d stay here if I could.”
“All right, babe. When do you have to leave?”
I grab my cell. “I’ll set my alarm to wake us up in two hours. And then you can drive me home.” I grin.
“And then stay at your place?” He grins back.
“No Buck! Don’t you get it? I’ll never leave my apartment if you’re in my bed. Okay?”
“Okay,” he says.
We kiss each other again and close our eyes. Some people get exhilarated after sex. I remember one guy I dated wanted to ride his motorcycle after, no matter how late it was.
But not me and Buck. We’re exhausted.
12
Buck
I’m running down Boulder Highway in Vegas. I’ve got a lot on my mind after having spent time with Fiona, and a run helps me to deal with all of it. I’ve done a lot with her already in this short time, and I’m thinking about her way more than I thought I would. She’s fucked me up. This isn’t like me, stressing about a woman. I’ve been with a lot of pretty girls, but Fiona is different.
Buck, you’ve got to get yourself together. Fiona has to work all day today. I’ll see her tonight, and then I leave tomorrow. It ends then and there.
So I’m gonna finish my run, get back to the truck, shower, get something to eat, and maybe catch the ball game. Then tonight, I’ll pick up Pretty Face. We’ll fuck one last time, and then I’m out of here. I won’t be back in Vegas for months. I gotta return to my life and get back on the road. I can’t let a woman mess with my head like this.
I stroll into Sunrise Casino at around 8:45 p.m. Pretty Face’s shift will soon be over. I had a lot of time to think about her today, but I’m cool. My head is back to where it should be. And I’ve got one goal, to finish what we started last night. This time around, I ain’t gonna let her go that easily. I’ll get her to stay the night. You can bet on that. I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon, and I want to spend as much time as I can with her.
I look around ‘till I see her standing with a fellow cocktail waitress at the bar, a blonde chick with big boobs. I take a seat nearby and check my smartwatch. (I treated myself to one recently.) It’s 9:00. I drum my fingers on the table, waiting patiently.
The blonde taps her on the shoulder and points. Fiona turns around, sees me and beams. Yeah, she’s beaming, and looking even more beautiful than yesterday. I smile back at her and wave.
She sashays toward me. Same tight fitting uniform with all the other girls, but, she looks hotter than every one of them. Her long dark hair bounces, making her resemble the models in fashion magazines. I’m thinking of a thousand things I’m gonna do to her tonight.
She approaches my table. “Hello, handsome! Right on time, I see.” She grins from ear to ear.
“Hello, beautiful! How’s your night, tonight?”
“Better now that you’re here. Listen, I don’t need to go home and change. I brought my clothes with me so I could shower and change without having to go home. There’s a place for us to do that right here in the casino.”
“So, I guess that means you want to spend some more time with me tonight?” Of course she does. I could tell that she was happy to see me the moment she laid eyes on me.
She grins. “You know the answer to that. My shift is over, but I need to finish up this last table. Give me about 25 minutes. Can I get you something to drink while you wait? A Bud?”
“Yeah, that sounds great!”
“Gotcha.” She winks at me, giggles, turns on her heels and hurries away, and I’m sure she’s intentionally switching her hips seductively as she does it. My eyes are planted on her backside. This woman has a body to die for and I’m gonna be hittin’ it pretty soon.
About a half hour later, she comes out from the back clad in a red V-neck blouse that shows a good amount of her cleavage, a very short black leather skirt and red ankle length boots to match. A big black bag hangs from her shoulders. Her long dark hair lays damp and flat down her back. She’s not wearing makeup, and she doesn’t need it, either. She’s fucking gorgeous.
I stand as she walks over to me.
“Jesus, Fiona. You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you!” She taps me on my chest. “Let’s get out of here.”
She grasps my hand. I had planned to take her to a restaurant before heading to my truck, but I’m not sure if I can wait that long. I could eat her up right this minute.
“I’m starved, but let’s just get takeout, okay?” she says.
She read my mind. “Yeah, sounds good to me.” Tonight is going exactly the way I want it.
We exit the rental with our takeout. I’m carrying the drinks and Pretty Face is carrying the food. She runs over to the truck like a wild schoolgirl. I can’t wait for it, but I’m guessing neither can she.
Once inside the truck, we set the takeout bags on the counter, and then she pushes me toward the bed, laughing hysterically.
In no time, our clothes are thrown on the carpet, and we’re kissing and smooching each other like sex-starved animals. I squeeze and chew at her breasts to my heart’s content. She moans and screams in pleasure, unable to control herself.
I move my face down to her flat stomach and stick my tongue in her belly button, swirling it around in her deep innie. Her fingers caress my head and move through my hair.
I lower my face some more and as I do it, she opens her legs, wide. She knows exactly what I’m about to do.
In no time, my face is on Pretty Face’s delicious pussy, once again. She’s wet and each time I lick her click she lets out a sweet moan. Now her hands are on my head, and she’s pushing my face deeper while she squeezes my head between her thighs. She wants to come, and she’ll do it if I keep this up. Her juices are all over my face, and I’m as hard as a rock.
But I pull my face out, controlled enough to grab one of the condoms she left here and pull it over my erect cock.
“You’re gonna fuck me, huh?” She says with a look of pure lust on her face.
“You’re damn right, Pretty Face.”
I turn her over on her knees and slam into her pussy from behind.
I’m fired up like a wild bull, moving in and out until I hit it, and hit it good. She’s not far behind, crying out in pleasure.
Once again, we lay side by side, basking in the moment, breathing heavily. Right now, right here, I can’t feel much better than this.
She turns her head and looks at me. “Are you hungry?”
“I’m starved.”
She sits up. Her strong back showing off every muscle. “I’ll go get the stuff. You just relax, sir.”
“Oh, you’re gonna wait on me, huh?”
“Yep, that’s what I do!”
I watch her beautiful naked body move about, pulling plates out of the truck’s kitchen cabinets and getting everything ready.
After we’ve eaten our dinner, we lay side by side again.
“Spend the night with me,” I say. There’s no way I’m letting her to leave tonight. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve tasted in a very long time.
She looks at me. “My shift starts at noon tomorrow.”
“I�
�m leaving tomorrow afternoon.”
She’s quiet now, looking up at the ceiling, but I suspect, not really looking at it. I wait for her to say something, hoping that she’ll agree to stay here tonight.
“Okay,” she says.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I said okay.” She heads for the bathroom, but then she looks back at me. “Don’t talk to me about your leaving anymore, though, okay? I just want to enjoy tonight without any of that.”
I nod my head. “Fair enough. No more talk of that.”
13
Fiona
It’s morning, and I’m waking up. I’m lying in the truck, in bed, beside Buck. He’s still asleep, at least I think he’s still asleep. We had what amounted to a sex marathon after I agreed to stay the night. So, in terms of actually sleeping, that didn’t happen until around three in the morning or so.
I look up at the clock and my heart beats faster. It’s already 11:35 a.m. I’m supposed to be at the casino at noon. Shit. There’s no way I’m gonna be there on time.
I reach for my cell on the shelf that sits atop the bed, and I text Nina. Cover for me, K? Be there soon.
I’m sure she’ll cover for me until I get to the casino. Mable won’t have any problem with Nina handling any tables I get. She knows it won’t be too busy and she knows Nina is a pro at this. I won’t be that late, anyway. But even so, Al will blow a gasket if he were to find out that I wasn’t there on time.
A few months ago I was, like, 30 minutes late for work. He found out and he let me have it. He’s so weird like that. I’m always on time for work, but the one time I wasn’t, he had a fit. So if he finds out I’m late again, he’ll do the same thing, I’m sure, or, even worse, fire me. I’m not ready to lose my job just yet. I have nothing else going for me.
So, I need to leave now, but all I’m doing is staring back at Mr. Hottie, trying not to think about the fact that today, he gets behind the wheel and leaves me here in Vegas.
Buck opens his eyes and then he stretches his arms. Now he’s looking at me, smiling and caressing my naked thigh. “Good morning!”
“Good morning.”
“How about I go get us some coffee and donuts?”
I shake my head. “I can’t. I’m already late for work as it is.”
“Oh, shit. We need to get you out of here, don’t we?”
“Yes! I have a life I have to get back to, and you need to get back to your life.” I’m snapping, but I don’t mean to. The words come out of my mouth before I can stop myself. I sit up quickly. I need to leave now before I say something else I might regret.
“Okay, babe. It’s cool, let me drive you.”
“No, it’s better if we just end it here. I’ll get myself to work.” I hop out of bed and head for my bag. A fresh work uniform is inside along with my work shoes. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste.
“I’m going to miss you,” I say to him without looking at him.
I rush into the bathroom and close the door. It’s the truth, anyway. I am going to miss him. He grew on me this past couple of days, whether I wanted him to or not. I enjoyed every moment I spent with him and I wish it could be this way forever. But I’m imagining nonsense. I need my brains straightened out, and the sooner I leave this truck, the better. I get on my phone and book an Uber. There’s one 10 minutes away.
I leave the bathroom and get my work clothes on. Buck is still lying on the bed, but I’m trying to avoid looking at him. I’m so frustrated right now. As I’m zipping up my work dress, he comes up behind me and wraps his strong arms around me, a position he seems to be fond of.
“I’m going to miss you too,” he says.
His words actually make my knees weak for a moment. I can’t believe he just said that.
I turn to face him. Those intense brown eyes are directly staring into mine.
“We have each other’s numbers,” he says. “I’ll stay in touch, okay? I promise.”
Did he just make a promise? If so, will he keep it? What the hell? Maybe I can be a little bit hopeful. But, I don’t want to believe him, and I’m not sure he’s ever going to come back. My heart aches. Why did I allow my emotions to get in the way? This was supposed to be a way to unwind, have fun and zip! Finito! QED! I can’t fall for this guy.
“Also,” he says. “I left some cash in your bag, in the side pocket.”
“What?”
“A couple of hundreds.”
“When did you do that?”
“Last night, while you were sleeping.”
I’m shocked, and I can pretend to be offended. But that would just be a lie. Men throw money at me all the time, and I take it. But I told you that already, didn’t I?
“Thank you . . . you didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah I know, but I wanted to. Look, I want you to take care of yourself for me while I’m gone,” he continues. “Okay?”
I pull my hair back in a ponytail. “Buck, I’ve been taking care of myself since I was 17.” Part of that is because of all the money men have thrown at me, but I leave that part out.
While he stands next to me, I put on my shoes and make sure everything is inside my bag. As I do it, I unzip the side pocket. I see the money, and I wonder how much he gave me? Probably a lot. And I’m also thinking, maybe, just maybe, he might come back. I will allow myself to wish a little, at least today. Give me a few days, and maybe I’ll forget about him. That would probably be good for me to do that.
I look out the window. My Uber should be here soon. I turn to him. “I’m gonna go.”
“Okay, get going pumpkin, you’re late for work,” he smacks me on the butt.
I stare at him and he stares at me, and then we kiss, lingering on each other’s lips, until I pull away.
“Take care of yourself out there,” I say.
He smiles. “I will.”
I open the truck’s door and I step down and out of it. Buck is standing there watching me. I look at him, wave, and then I walk away.
He could be mine someday. Or he could be gone for good. I guess I’ll have to wait and see. But betting on Mr. Hottie is not something I’m gonna do. He’s messed with my head, and now it’s time for me to clear it.
14
Fiona
I’m leaning against a wall in the back room of the casino, sitting on the bench. It’s been a long shift. I slip out of my work shoes, throw them in my bag and pull out a pair of gym shoes. I feel like an old lady, and I probably look like one too. I’m so ready to get out of the casino, go home and get a good night’s rest.
“Hey!” says Karen, a new girl who just started working here two weeks ago. She’s got a skinny little waist, big boobs, and a shapely butt. Her hair is shades of auburn and she’s got a cute little nose and nice lips. I guess she’s probably no more than 21 or 22. The same age I was when I started here, barely legal enough to do this job. “How much did you make today?” she says.
Although I like most of the girls here, Karen is super annoying. She goes around asking everyone how much tips they’ve made. It’s none of her damn business, but I’ll tell her. I don’t care anymore. “I made $600 today.”
“Wow, really? What’s your secret?” Her big hazel eyes are beaming.
“I don’t have a secret, Karen. I just got lucky today.”
I get up and walk out of the room. The last person I feel like talking to today is Karen. Normally, I would have been so excited about $600, I wouldn’t care who I told it to. But lately, I don’t give a shit about the money I make here, no matter how much it is. And it’s all because of you know who.
It’s been three weeks and five days since I saw Buck. He never called me after we parted and I left his truck for good. Not once. I should have known, but that’s easier said than done.
When I walked out of that truck, I told myself not to get my hopes up. But I can honestly tell you that my resolve disappeared pretty quickly. As each day passed, I kept thinking that maybe he’d eventually call or that maybe I’d get a t
ext.
I shouldn’t have allowed myself to hope like the pathetic woman I never wanted to be. I knew what Buck was all about when I first met him in the casino. I shouldn’t have expected something different from him. When I first saw him, all sexy looking and cool, I knew what I was getting myself into.
Our being together was all for fun. It wasn’t a permanent thing. And to Buck’s credit, he never fed me a line, making me think he had planned to stay in Vegas. He was upfront about everything right away. But, he did tell me he’d call me, and he hasn’t done that. Of course, I could call him, but I won’t. Then I really will feel pathetic.
I throw my bag over my shoulder, walk through the casino, say goodbye to Mabel and head for the door. It takes me about 10 minutes to walk to my apartment, and it’s still light enough for me to safely do it.
Heading down the street, I realize I left my earphones at home. I wish I had them with me to listen to music and drown out my thoughts. I can’t believe I’m love sick, allowing myself to fall for a truck driver. How many truck drivers have come into Sunrise? I don’t know. A lot, I bet. But yet, here I am, having feelings for one of them, someone who I can’t get the fuck out of my head. Why did he have to be so damn good looking? Why did he have to be so damn nice to me?
Remember when he said he put money in my bag? It was $500, if you can believe that. Five hundred dollars in $20 bills for services rendered, I guess. He hasn’t called. So what the fuck else could it be?
As soon as I get into my apartment, I lock the door, draw the shades and turn on the TV. Then I throw off my uniform, get into some sweats and throw a frozen dinner into the microwave. That’s been my meals lately, not wanting to deal with much else. It’s either that or fast food shit.
If you took a look at my waist right now, you could see where the five pounds I’ve put on have gone. Fuck Buck! I’m gonna get fat, and then Al will fire me, and then what the hell am I going to do?
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