Fetishdoll - Paula's Story

"Hey, what happened to you little girl?" He said, looking at my arm.
Exhausted and weak I put my hand in my bag and said, "Listen, I've got a gun in here and the fucking second you try something I'll blow your fucking brains out!"
He could tell I was full of shit and he laughed and looked back at the road. "Sure little girl, what ever you say."
Within minutes I was asleep.

After the narrow escape from the clutches of the Daughters of Darkness, I woke to find myself in this little box and I almost freaked! It wasn't long before I realized that I was in the back of that guy's truck but he wasn't there and we weren't moving! I was laying on this "bed" in the back and it smelled of cigarettes, sweat, and beer (felt like home) and so I sat up. I still had all my clothes on, so I was like, "Ok, he didn't rape me, so that's a good sign." and then I looked out the window and there were lots of lights and then I heard another truck go by. Suddenly the door opened and the trucker stepped back into the cab.
"Finally awake, huh? Thought you might sleep 'till mornin'." he said.
"What time is it?" I asked, rubbing sleep out of my eyes and trying to calm my aching head.
"Oh, 'bout quarter 'til leb-bin'" He said with his thick southern accent.
"Huh? Wait? Eleven?" I was trying to figure it out and then he said, "Listen little girl, I know you's confused, but you passed out 'pert near soon as I got you in da truck and I didn' have da heart ta wake ya." he said, "Here's some food, I know yew's hungry as hell, ain't ya?"
I looked at the greasy platter he handed me and almost threw up. "Listen, thanks, but I don't eat meat." I said. He just started laughing really hard and then he said, "Hey girl, your on the wrong coast ta be one dem veggi kids. You better eat that and be grateful, cause I ain't bout ta go back and ask for a damn nodder platter!" but he was laughing while he said this, and since I didn't have a dime, I ate as much as I could without throwing up.
"Hey, better let me look at dat arm a yers."
"I think it's ok, just a little cut."
"Well, I gotta first aid kit right under dat seat."
"Thanks" I said as I leaned down and pulled out the first aid kit.

It was like another ten minutes or so before I could get up enough energy or whatever to even speak. I tried to ask where we where, but it just came out a croak. Then I started to get scared. I remembered another thing "Uncle" Benny told me, "Listen girl, you don't get anywhere in life by being shy! Everyone is waitin' for someone else to make the first move and if all you do is wait, then you get left behind. You always gotta take the world by the balls and tell it what you want. Don't let opportunity pass you by!"
So I decided to speak up, "Where the hell are we?" I asked, trying to sound older than I was.
"Guess we's about halfway cross South Car'lina"
I was completely freaked! "Hey, I gotta go back home, what the hell!" I was all panicked!
"Hey little girl, calm down! When you jumped in my truck you didn't look like you wanted to be goin' home and I got a got'damn schedule ta keep. You want I's should let your ass out here?!"
I was still achy and confused and I just sat there thinking about where we were headed and what the fuck I would do or even worse, what might happen if I went home. "Hell no! Let's keep goin'!" I shouted and laughed.
He laughed too and was like, "that's more like it, now I knew you were my kinda girl!" Then he looked at me and yelled, "Yeeeeeehhaaaaaa!" and I decided, when in Rome...and I called, "Yeeeehaaaa!"
Come ta find out, ooopppsss, sorry accent change...I found out his name was Skeeter (no lie!) and he was heading to Virgina and then he was off to like Denver or something. I wanted him to take me all the way to Denver with him. I had always heard that Bolder was a really nice place and I thought maybe I could find something going on there. I sat back listening to him tell stories about all the places he's been. After a little while, nature called..."Hey Skeeter?"
"Yeah, purty lady? What cha need?"
"Well...ummm...how do you go to the bathroom in this thing?" I asked.
"Gotta piss, huh?" he asked. I shook my head yes and he laughed and said, "well we are on the interstate now, how bad you gotta go?"
I told him I was about to wet myself, so he pulled over. I went out and peed in the grass behind the biggest excuse for a bush I could find and of course had nothing to wipe with. When I got back in the truck I realized I needed to change my undies or I was risking a serious attack of the itching and burning.
"Hey Skeeter, I gotta change outta my undies, so don't look k?"
"Ha! Hell little girl, you ain't got nothing to hide from ol' Skeet"
Yeah right, I thought, but I had started to warm up to him and he kinda reminded me of Uncle Benny so I said Ok. I turned and saw he wasn't looking and so I peeled off my nasty panties and fished through the bag hoping for another pair. There weren't any panties and apparently Goth chicks never wear shorts or jeans either. Bitches. In fact the only thing I had in the bag were three Tshirts a little short skirt and this dress. I was going to just keep the dress on but blood had soaked the whole left side and it was nasty. I pulled the dress off and my naked ass was very vulnerable if Skeeter decided to turn around. I kept watching him, but his eyes were solidly on the road and not even looking in the rear view mirror.
I put on the short skirt and it was way too short to wear with no underwear, but what choice did I have? I also pulled out a little tshirt and slipped it on. It was also really tight. Can we say slut?! God! I looked like some cheap child prostitute or something! But at least the clothes were clean and clean clothes felt really good. I self consciously pulled down the skirt and sat back down in the seat.
"Thanks for not looking"
"Sure thang lil' girl. Hell, I grew up with sisters, I know how youz girls is bout your changin' clothes."
"You know Skeeter, you really are a nice guy."
"Trust me, lil' girl, it's the curse of my existence."
"Nawww, I like nice guys."
Soon we were talking again and I was watching the road zoom by. All the other cars look so small from up in a big truck. Pretty soon I didn't even notice that I had one foot propped up on the dash (which is how I sit in the front seat of a car) and my skirt was now around my waist. After a little bit I looked back at Skeeter and he was starring at my waist. I looked down and saw that he was getting a nice view of my ass and probably more! When he saw me looking, he turned away really quickly!
As nasty as the idea was, I somehow got turned on by the fact that he could probably see my naked ass and so I kept looking out the window and talking to him about places he had been but I knew he was looking at me. I tried to move around to give him the best view I could and it was really turning me on! I looked back over at him after a little while and he quickly tried to adjust his pants but I could see his enormous woody! I decided to have some fun, "Hey Skeeter? What do you think of my ass?" I asked.
He smiled and turned a little red and then he said, "Bout the most got'damn nicest thing I seen since I was your age."
I smiled, "So, you ever done it in here?"
"Yeah, once or twice." He said winking to let me know it was probably a lot more than that.
I couldn't believe what I was saying next, "What is the youngest girl you ever did it with?"
"Listen lil' girl, you is damn near the purtiest thang I seen outside a strip show, but I'm old nuf ta be your Grandpa!" He told me, but I could tell he was hoping I would say what I said.
"So?"
"So, how old are you any damn way?"
"Old enough for you to shut the fuck up about it!" I said.
"Girl, you outta watch that damn mouth yorse, might get you in trouble som' day." He said.
"Well, that's what people keep telling me." I said and I took off my shirt (well, it was pinching my pits any damn way!)
"GOTDAMN! Those is the perkiest little titties I done ever seen!"
He kept switching from looking at the road to looking at my tits.
"Why ya done gone and messed 'em up though?" he said.
I instantly felt the rage swarming over me, but one thing I've learned in life, when you get angry, shut your mouth and think. I just looked back at him and said, "What do you mean?" but he could tell I was angry and he just laughed that barrel laugh again and said, "Hey honey! Ain't nothin' I'm sayin is botherin' me, I'm just sayin' I's thinkin they'd look a much purttier if'n ya didn' have dem jungle things in 'em"
"Jungle things?" I said confused, even though I knew he was talking about my nipple rings.
"Yeah, you know dem things youz kids are inta des days. Puttin' all dem things in all over like youz somekinda jungle bunnies or somethin'"
"God Skeet, you are so fuckin' funny!"
"Glad you think so."
"Hey, ever had a girl nude in your truck? Cause you are going to now!" and I pulled the skirt down around my ankles and kicked it off. Now he really did almost wreak! I laid back in the seat and put one leg out the window and felt the air blowing across my naked body. It was heaven! Then I looked back at Skeeter and all he did was look at me again and smile and then go, "GotDamn! Whhhooooooeeeeeee!"