This is a story my ex-wife Jody related to me as I was fucking her one night. The sexual details and the situation is all true as she told me, I had to come up with the vast majority of the dialog on my own. Enjoy.
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This was supposed to be her senior year in high school. Things were supposed to be better. Jody was supposed to be getting along with her mother better. They lived together alone and had a tumultuous relationship. They were constantly fighting about this and that.
Her dad had long ago disowned her because he had found out a few of the local boys had run a train on her one drunken Saturday night. Everyone knew about it by the Monday afterwards. It was a small town. This was when her father kicked her out and made her move in with her mother, who lived an hour away in another town.
More of the same would happen at her mothers’ house. At first Jody began to blend in well with her new schoolmates. She made new friends and was able to stop drinking and using drugs for a couple of months. But that all faded when Jody fell in love with a 27 year old man she met at the mall. She began to lie to mother so that she could go to his apartment, she would sleep over and tell her mom she was at a girlfriends house. She was able to get away with this until she found out she was pregnant. Her older boyfriend wanted nothing to do with her then and mother went ballistic with rage.
Distraught and nearly broken, Jody ran away. She was able to catch a ride to Des Moines from a school friend and had enough money to get a cheap hotel room for a couple days and eat decently. The money soon ran out and Jody found herself running out of options. She wasn’t about to go home so something drastic was in order.
On the other side of the highway from her hotel was the Big Ninety Truckstop. It was a sprawling complex with a huge convenience store, dozens of fuel pumps, an arcade, trucker showers and a diner.
Jody had decided to sell her ass before she would go back to her mother with her tail between her legs. She took her last five dollars and crossed the highway to the Big Ninety and found a comfy booth in the diner. Each booth had its own TV, so Jody flipped the channels while she waited for the coffee she ordered.
She had put down two cups before she was finally approached. A man in his late thirties or early forties with a face full of whiskers and cigarette dangling from his mouth introduced himself as Bill and asked to sit with her.
“You look a little young to be here by yourself this time of night.” Bill said.
“I’m old enough to do whatever I want.” She replied. “I’ve been 18 for two months.”
“I noticed you when you came in. I’ve been watching you, how come you didn’t order any food?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Sure.” He said as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and smashed the cigarette out into the ashtray.
“So you just came here to drink coffee and tease all us truckers?” He asked.
“What do you mean?” Jody asked back.
“You know what I mean. A sexy young thing like you, sitting all alone, looking bitter, but also inviting. You do know a lot of women come to truck stops to make money? They know us truckers are lonely sorts who usually have more money on them than they should. Horny old men and money and sexy young girls like you go well together.”
He studied her reaction. Jody squirmed in her seat a little and broke eye contact when he looked at her.
“So what is your name, darling?” Bill asked.
“Danielle.” She lied.
“Well, Danielle, do you need some money?”
“If you want to give me some you can.” Jody tried to be smart.
“I want to give you some Danielle, but I need something in return.”
“I’m no virgin, Bill. I have a room across the road.”
“How much?” Bill asked.
“What do you want to do to me?” Jody asked.
“I want everything, baby girl.” Bill said.
“$200, up front.” Jody replied.
“How about $150?”
“Fine, $150. I’ll be in room 113. Be there in an hour.” Jody said as she slid out of the booth. “Take care of this, too.”
She slid the bill for her coffee in front of him.
“No problem, darling.”
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This was supposed to be her senior year in high school. Things were supposed to be better. Jody was supposed to be getting along with her mother better. They lived together alone and had a tumultuous relationship. They were constantly fighting about this and that.
Her dad had long ago disowned her because he had found out a few of the local boys had run a train on her one drunken Saturday night. Everyone knew about it by the Monday afterwards. It was a small town. This was when her father kicked her out and made her move in with her mother, who lived an hour away in another town.
More of the same would happen at her mothers’ house. At first Jody began to blend in well with her new schoolmates. She made new friends and was able to stop drinking and using drugs for a couple of months. But that all faded when Jody fell in love with a 27 year old man she met at the mall. She began to lie to mother so that she could go to his apartment, she would sleep over and tell her mom she was at a girlfriends house. She was able to get away with this until she found out she was pregnant. Her older boyfriend wanted nothing to do with her then and mother went ballistic with rage.
Distraught and nearly broken, Jody ran away. She was able to catch a ride to Des Moines from a school friend and had enough money to get a cheap hotel room for a couple days and eat decently. The money soon ran out and Jody found herself running out of options. She wasn’t about to go home so something drastic was in order.
On the other side of the highway from her hotel was the Big Ninety Truckstop. It was a sprawling complex with a huge convenience store, dozens of fuel pumps, an arcade, trucker showers and a diner.
Jody had decided to sell her ass before she would go back to her mother with her tail between her legs. She took her last five dollars and crossed the highway to the Big Ninety and found a comfy booth in the diner. Each booth had its own TV, so Jody flipped the channels while she waited for the coffee she ordered.
She had put down two cups before she was finally approached. A man in his late thirties or early forties with a face full of whiskers and cigarette dangling from his mouth introduced himself as Bill and asked to sit with her.
“You look a little young to be here by yourself this time of night.” Bill said.
“I’m old enough to do whatever I want.” She replied. “I’ve been 18 for two months.”
“I noticed you when you came in. I’ve been watching you, how come you didn’t order any food?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Sure.” He said as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and smashed the cigarette out into the ashtray.
“So you just came here to drink coffee and tease all us truckers?” He asked.
“What do you mean?” Jody asked back.
“You know what I mean. A sexy young thing like you, sitting all alone, looking bitter, but also inviting. You do know a lot of women come to truck stops to make money? They know us truckers are lonely sorts who usually have more money on them than they should. Horny old men and money and sexy young girls like you go well together.”
He studied her reaction. Jody squirmed in her seat a little and broke eye contact when he looked at her.
“So what is your name, darling?” Bill asked.
“Danielle.” She lied.
“Well, Danielle, do you need some money?”
“If you want to give me some you can.” Jody tried to be smart.
“I want to give you some Danielle, but I need something in return.”
“I’m no virgin, Bill. I have a room across the road.”
“How much?” Bill asked.
“What do you want to do to me?” Jody asked.
“I want everything, baby girl.” Bill said.
“$200, up front.” Jody replied.
“How about $150?”
“Fine, $150. I’ll be in room 113. Be there in an hour.” Jody said as she slid out of the booth. “Take care of this, too.”
She slid the bill for her coffee in front of him.
“No problem, darling.”