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Ten Years Later: Gas Station
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by AKON MYRKEZ
akon@dcemail.com
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It was past ten o'clock on a Friday night and 26-year-old Robert
Watson was walking towards the outskirts of town, where hookers
usually hung around. He had a couple of beers in a local pub,
together with a friend of his and now he just wanted to get a
blowjob. It's not that he couldn't afford a nice, clean, classy
prostitute, but spending less than 20$ on a street hooker just
turned him on - that odd, perverted feeling of power, the feeling
of being able to get his pleasures fulfilled for nothing.

Robert had done this several times and the part he liked best was
picking out one of the girls. Some of them were underage, others
were young women in their mid twenties. Slim and chubby, white
and black, blondes, brunettes or redheads - whatever one's heart
desires.  For Robert, it was like renting a video - except, in
this case, he could get off on the illusion of humiliating.

He walked around, trying to find something beautiful to destroy.
Of course, something beautiful was extremely rare in this place.
One petite, redhead caught his eye - but he could see beyond her
apparent cuteness. We walked one and he gazed upon a mature,
busty, blonde; she smiled and Robert felt sick to the stomach as
he saw her rotten teeth - those could be an actual danger in a
blowjob.

Last, but not least, there was this auburn-haired tall girl, with
curvy hips and large breasts. She seemed familiar in some kind of
way. Robert did not know where he had seen her before. As he came
near her, the realization dawned on him. This was less than
improbable! This was impossible! She went to school with him. Her
name - he couldn't yet remember her name. What was it? MELANIE -
that was it. That had to be it.

Robert's memory came back to him now. Melanie was what people
would call a cock-tease. She wanted to be both mamma's good girl
and the cool girl everyone got along with. She was a hypocrite
and Robert couldn't stand her. The thing he hated most was how he
seemed to be the only one who realized this. He hated the way she
could pass as a total geek or as a highly sociable person,
varying on her interest. He hated her getting good grades in
spite of her obvious stupidity. She hated her dull shell that
concealed a bitch. He hated her being blissfully ignorant and not
even realizing how fake she actually was. Most of all, she hated
seeing the pages of her notebooks bent by her huge boobs.

Now he had the opportunity of a lifetime. How he was going to use
it, he did not know. Robert walked behind her and asked her:

"How much for a blowjob?"
"It's 20$. Do you have a car?"
"No, I don't"
"That's ok, then we can go in the bushes over there."

He couldn't believe it. After all those years, after sucking what
must have been a thousand cocks, she hadn't lost that calm,
country-side accent, that still reflected the image of the
well-behaved, meek teenager.

"So how much is it for a cup of coffee?"
"What do you mean?"
"How much do you want for having a cup of coffee with me?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm not into this kind of things"
"I'll give you 30 bucks. It tastes better, too"
"No, I won't do it"
"Come on, 50 dollars. It's not like I want to fuck you in the ass
or anything"
"It's not the money"
"Don't give me that shit. It's always about money. 60 bucks and
coffee's on me. Last offer"
"Just coffee?"
"Just coffee."

Melanie agreed and the two of them walked towards the gas station
nearby. The girl's face was not what it used to be - the silky
skin wasn't there anymore, her lips were dry and cracked.

"You don't remember me, do you?"
"Should I? Did you come her before?"
"Yes, but that's not the point. We went to high school together.
You know, Mr. Peterman, the math teacher, the one full of jokes."

Melanie stopped. So did her heart.

"What the fuck is this, you fucking pervert? I high school
reunion or something? If you want me to suck your cock, tell me.
If not, get the hell out of here."
"I just wanted to see a familiar face"
"No, no! You just wanted to fuck a familiar face. There's a big
difference."
"Look, if 100$ is not enough for you, I'm fine with that. I can
always drink that coffee alone"

Robert was right. It always came down to money.

The two got in the coffee shop from the gas station. They asked
for two triple espressos. The woman from the counter eyeballed
them for a few seconds, but she didn't say anything.

Robert gave Melanie her money. They sat at a table, hidden from
site. Melanie didn't say a word. She just sank her eyes in the
espresso. Then she broke the silence.

"You know, I don't do this too often. It's just been some tough
times and I need the money... and..."
"I'm sure you do" Robert replied condescendingly.
"Do you think I do this for fun? Do you think I like giving
blowjobs at 20$ a pop?"

Robert took a sip from his coffee and he looked in Melanie's
eyes.

"I don't need to judge you. I know you have to do this. But don't
you ever think about how your life can be different?"
"Every night, before I go to bed. Actually, every morning."
"Actually, you could turn it around. In the end, it's up to you.
Did you try getting a job?"
"Of course... I'm sure any hooker can get a clean office job. No
trouble there. I'll just suck the manager's cock"
"Perhaps it's just me, but I don't think everything can be solved
orally, if you know what I mean."
"No, actually there is also humiliation and several other sick
pleasures men enjoy. After all, this is why you came here
tonight, isn't it?"
"If you would force yourself to thing in terms other than
"blowjob" and "fucking", you might even get somewhere"
"You think I want this?"
"I think you chose the easy way. And I just don't get it. You had
good grades. You got into university. What went wrong?"
"Well, everything was just swell, but, you see, it doesn't help
if your drunk of a brother gangrapes you together with his
friends. I also doesn't help if your mother finds out about it,
falls into a depression which finally kills her. What helps the
least is your father to start drinking in order to cope with the
hellhole he's in."
"That's a bummer. I mean, yeah, life is tough, but if you always
seek to blame other, I think hooking is about the apex of your
career. I'm sorry"
"Well, that's very sweet of you. Being sorry and all... but you
have nothing to be sorry about. Except if you were one of those
who gangbanged me. Were you?" Melanie asked sarcastically.
"I guess you'll never know, will you? Besides, I just meant I
felt sorry for what you let yourself become. Your brother is an
idiot - that much I agree. But that doesn't explain it all.
Actually, how did it happen? Were you drunk? Were you high?"
"It wasn't like that... I just had a little pot and then..."
"Then what, Melanie? Did you brother start touching you? I know
there weren't just two hands touching your boobs. They're way to
big for that. You were passed around from one guy to another like
a fuck puppet. You were in the seventh heaven at first and you
can't stop blaming yourself for that, can you? You wanted it to
stop when it was already too late - how many cock had you sucked
by that time? It's now all to obvious to you: if you weren't a
fucking whore, your mother would still be alive and your father
wouldn't be a drunk"
"No, no, you got it all wrong. It just wasn't like that..."
Melanie sobbed, with her chestnut eyes wrapped in tears.
"Tell me, Melanie: how many guys fucked you at the same time?
Two, three? Four, why not? I just know you had it in your ass."

The woman was now just crying, her head hanging between her
palms, her hair draping over the table. Robert had a sick smirk
on his face.

"You don't know anything. Tommy loved me."
"I know he did, honey. Your brother loved you too. In fact,
everyone in that room loved you at least once that night. Three
by three, they loved you in every hole."
"It just wasn't like ..."
"... that... I know, you keep saying it: <It just wasn't like
that>. You're trying to convince yourself. And you're doing a
pretty lousy job, I might add."

At this point, Melanie was just trying to resist under siege. And
the siege wasn't Robert's. No. If it were that simple, she could
have just walked out. But the siege was of the memories Robert
stirred. She couldn't contain her tears.

"You can just see when a girl has been fucked in the ass. It's
not something about the way she walks. No. It's something in her
eyes that tells you she admitted defeat once and that she'll do
it again."

 Robert felt so good, like he was the king of the world.
Melanie's tears already gave him a hell of a hard-on. This knew
he was ruining what was left of the poor woman and that was
infinitely better that any blowjob. He put 100$ bill on the
table.

"Here's the deal... This is yours if you'll admit everything I
said, not to me, but to yourself. I'll be outside, looking at the
stars. If you want to suck my cock, another hundred bucks is
yours."

The man got up from the table, he exited the café and he waited.

Melanie got the bill and she put it in her purse. She wiped the
mixture of cheap makeup and tears that was flowing on her face.
When she got outside, she saw Robert. They headed for some bushes
nearby.

She kneeled. He opened the zipper from his pants. Just when the
brunette was about to take the cock in her mouth, Robert said:

"Not so fast, sweet-lips. But this on first."

And he handed her a condom. She put it on his semi-erect member
and she started sucking faster and faster.

She knew her job well. She sucked powerfully, using both her lips
and her hand. Robert undid her hair and he deepened his hands
into it.

"Oh, yeah, baby, suck it! Suck it!"

He felt he was going to cum so just then he took off the rubber
and he blew his load, all over her face, her hair and her
sweater. Robert zipped up he we walked away, saying:

"Have a nice life, Melanie"
"Wait" she said "I still need about 100$. My rent is due
tomorrow. Look, you can fuck me or do whatever you want."
"Nope, I don't think so, sister."
"Please, I need this, please"
"50$ and I'll fuck you in the ass. Deal or no deal?"
"Okay..."

Melanie lifted her sweater, showing her large breasts. She bent
her back and waited for Robert to take her from behind. He put
another condom on his already erect cock, he pushed up her
mini-dress and pulled her red panties. Robert spit on Melanie's
ass-crack and, without further thought, he shoved his shaft in
her loose anus. He started pounding away, faster and deeper every
time. Melanie moaned slightly as Robert grabbed her boobs
violently. After about 10 minutes, the man was ready to cum once
again. He retreated from the brunette's ass-hole, he took off his
condom and he blew his load onto her back. He zipped up, he took
50$ out of his wallet and his stick the bill on Melanie's covered
in goo back. He zipped up.

"I don't know how you can wake up in the morning, knowing you
have to life with yourself the entire day"

Although Melanie used a wipe to clean herself, the sweater still
stuck to her back, but she was used to that.

Saturday morning, Robert woke up satisfied. He had his usual
breakfast, including the coffee and cigarette. He turned on the
TV just in time to watch a footage about a local hooker who
slipped her wrists the night before. When he realized it was
Melanie, an evil smile took over his face and he took a sip from
his coffee.

THE END.