bucks, a trick.
Early one evening she was sitting on a stool at the counter, facing the tables and waiting for a proposition. Her bare legs were crossed, revealing her luscious naked thighs to the male customers.
A big florid-faced man whom she had never seen before kept staring anxiously at her legs. Re-crossing them, she gave him a quick glance at her uncovered pussy. Noticing his excited reaction, she slowly walked to his table and leaned over, exposing her luscious big boobs. 'Good evening, sir, is everything all right?'
'Yes-yes, thank you, Miss,' he stammered, staring at her with little pig eyes embedded in his fat, red face.
'Well,' she whispered suggestively. 'If there's anything you want, just ask, and I mean anything.'
His beady little eyes followed her back to her stool, and when she turned around, re-crossing her legs again, she saw the perspiration glistening on his red, puffy face.
Winking at him, she slowly got up and walked into the kitchen.
'Ma,' she said. 'There's a big fat slob out there who's down to fuck me, but he's afraid to ask. Why don't you go out and make a proposition to him.'
Her mother returned in a few minutes with a big smile on her face. 'God, honey, he's really hot to trot. He says he'll even give us an extra ten bucks if you'll give him a special treat.'
'What the hell does he mean by a special treat?' she asked.
'Probably wants a blow job,' laughed her mother.
'Okay,' she giggled, opening the back door. 'Get the money and send him out to the trailer.'
Libby was lying naked on the bed when she heard the knock.
'Come in,' she purred.
She hadn't realized how disgustingly fat he was until she saw his huge girth squeeze through the door. Puffing and panting, he sat down on a chair to remove his shoes, his big protruding stomach making it a laborious operation. When he was finally undressed, Libby stared at his prick, almost obscured by his massive, sagging belly. Although his cock was fully erect, it wasn't more than two inches long.
Crossing the room, he lay down on his back next to Libby and began stroking his erect little dick with his thumb and forefinger.
'Now,' he said in an excited voice, 'will you please sit on my face and piss in my mouth?'
'What?' she gasped, sitting up. 'Piss on my face,' he repeated. 'Are you some kind of nut?'
'Goddammit,' he shouted, 'piss on me!'
'I ain't gonna piss on any damned bed that I have to sleep in!' she yelled, jumping up.
'Piss on me, you dirty little whore!' he sobbed hysterically, lumbering to his feet.
'No!'
His face purple with rage, he grabbed her tits and began twisting them cruelly in his hands. 'Piss on me! Piss on me!'
'Please don't!' she sobbed in pain as his hands and fingers dug in and twisted her sensitive nipples. Frantic with fear and the unbearable pain, she grabbed a pewter vase from the dresser and brought it crashing down on his head. Releasing his grip, the man dropped to the floor, his deformed little cock pointing up to the ceiling from under his big, obscene belly. With his open, lifeless eyes staring at her, Libby watched the flow of blood and saliva spurting out of his slack mouth. There was a deep gurgling sound in his throat that soon stopped. Unable to move, the girl stared horrified at the blood gushing out of his mouth in ugly spurts, forming a red, sticky pool on the floor.
'My God,' she sobbed hysterically. 'I've killed him! I've killed him!'
Trembling with fear, she slowly put on her dress and shoes. Then carefully stepping over the ghastly figure on the floor, she rummaged through the dresser drawers until she found a huge leather bag. Quietly, she closed the door behind her and cautiously walked toward the diner. Looking through the window, she could see her mother talking to some customers in the dining room. Quickly slipping into the pantry, she removed the loose floor boards and dumped her savings into her bag.
Her body trembling, teeth chattering, she stepped out into the early evening air. Her only thought was to put as much distance as possible between her and the cafe before the grisly body was discovered.
Not wanting to be recognized on the road, she crossed it and began running through the fields toward the distant freeway. Running and sobbing hysterically, she could vividly see that grotesque face spurting blood all over the floor. Shaking beyond control, she began to vomit. The poor child retched and gagged on the bitter bile that her shuddering body was forcing up. When the nervous convulsions stopped, she continued on her way. She walked and walked, and the car lights on the distant highway never seemed to get any closer. After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally stumbled to the shoulder of the highway. The strong suction of air from the speeding cars frightened her. She was almost hysterical with fear when she saw the stop lights of a passing car come on as it pulled to a screeching halt a few yards down the highway.
Running along the road, she quickly opened the door and peered in. The only person in the car was the driver, a rather pleasant-looking man in his late thirties. When she had settled down in the seat, he put the car in gear and moved it out onto the highway.
'My name is Gary,' he said after several minutes of silence.
'I'm Libby,' she replied.
'Where are you heading, Libby?' he asked with a pleasant smile.
'West,' was her reply.
'How far?'
'Just west.'
They lapsed into a long silence. Libby, with eyes closed, leaned back against the head rest. The drone of the engine, hurling them through the night seemed to lull her nerves.
'Where you goin'?' she finally asked.
'San Francisco.'
Another long period of silence as Libby dozed off in complete exhaustion.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was daylight when Libby opened her eyes, and they were driving through the most beautiful mountains she had ever imagined. Her whole body and mind were invigorated by the smell of pine needles in the crisp morning atmosphere.
'Gosh, this is beautiful,' she sighed, drawing the delicious fresh air deep into her lungs, gazing eagerly at the high, pine-covered mountains above them, guarding the deep cool canyons below. The day passed by rapidly for Libby, captivated as she was by the scenic countryside they were passing through. They made good time, stopping only for gas and a two-hour nap for Gary, who was exhausted after driving all night.
Late that afternoon while passing through a flat farm area, Gary noticed steam seeping out from under the hood of his car.
'Hell, what's the matter?' he muttered, half to himself.
It seemed to be getting worse as big clouds of steam began gushing out of the radiator. Slowing down, he continued on to what looked like a small town ahead. Limping in, the car snorting steam like an angry dragon, they stopped at the only service station in the little community.
Within minutes, the attendant announced that the fan belt was gone and could not be replaced until early the next morning. As much as she hated the idea of stopping her headlong flight, Libby reluctantly agreed when Gary suggested they go to a motel.
'We don't have any choice,' Gary reminded her. Then, turning to the mechanic, he asked, 'Is there any place around here where we could spend the night?'
'Yeah,' he replied. 'There's the Cozy Rest Motel just around the corner. It ain't fancy, but it's clean.'
'How soon can you have it ready in the morning?' asked Libby.
'Heck, I'll have you on your way by six o'clock,' was his reply.
'Guess that's fair enough,' Gary laughed, opening his trunk and taking out his suitcase. Libby gathered up her
