You know, seeing America as a traveling salesrep seemed a whole lot easier before you tried to do it, Hank thought to himself as he nursed the motorcycle along the empty country highway. The brochure enticing him out of his comfortable office and into this new life hadn’t bothered mentioning little things about what to do when it looked like your bike was about to die—fifty miles from nowhere.
Or what to do when your last five prospects either decided not to buy from you or even worse, loved what you were selling— loved it so much that they couldn’t wait to see if they could buy it online.
Now I know why all the local stores hated the online guys so much, Hank thought. His old touring motorcycle—something he’d only ridden a few times until he’d decided to take this great adventure, backfired, the loud bang followed by a cloud of dark smoke.
“No, that isn’t good, not at all,” Hank said to himself, and then looked behind the bike, back down the road. To add to the joy, the bank of dark, lightning-shot clouds that had been on the horizon only an hour ago was now closing on him—quickly. He’d have to move fast and hope his bike didn’t die, or he was going to get soaked, and in this deserted land, “cell phone signal” was a bad joke.
“I-” Hank fell silent as he saw something coming down the road towards him. A car. Maybe a car that could give him a ride, or possibly tell him if there was a place where he could at least take shelter from the storm. Hank stopped his bike and started waving at the car—a sports car, he noticed.
Fortunately, it slowed down, stopping off the road, a guy and two girls in it, the only free seat overloaded with luggage. Hank got off his bike and walked over to the car, looking at the people as he approached. They looked like college kids, with books and knickknacks showing that they were probably either heading to college or were on vacation.
“Hi,” Hank said. “Hey, I’m having some problems with my bike—do you know if there’s a town up ahead? I don’t want to get soaked.” There was no way he was going to get the bike in the car, and even if they offered, he wasn’t about to leave his bike one the side of the road.
“Yeah, there’s a town about 5 miles up— some houses before it, if you need a call,” the guy said. “I’d offer, but we got no coverage. I’m Tom, by the way.”
“Hank. Yeah, I found out about the coverage about the time my bike started giving me trouble. You from college?”
“Yeah. We’re taking a quick break to introduce some friends to my girls,” Tom said.
Hank blinked at that. Tom looked… muscled. Not the kind of build you got from spending all your time in the gym or with a needle, but the kind of build that looked like a professional boxer or soldier might have.
But that wasn’t the big thing. Hank looked over at the girls, one in the front the other in the back seat and blinked. He’d never seen girls like that when he was in college. One was dark complexioned, rich brown hair tied in a single braid, with what looked like a crown of small white flowers braided into it. She was wearing a halter top that looked like it was about to come apart under a pair of heavy tits. The rest of her body was equally lush, a tight pair of jeans doing little to disguise the way her curving ass and hips filled them out.
The girl in the back seat was designed to the same curvy model, although she was much shorter than the first one. An Asian, night-black hair was styled in a bob, the bangs falling around her face, while she wore a mesh T-shirt that showed off her large areolas and nipples. She wore a micro skirt that left nothing to the imagination.
“This is Aisha and Darline,” Tom said with a chuckle. “My girls.”
“Hi,” the two girls purred out, and that was the only term that Hank could think off. Aisha cupped one tit in her hand as she looked up at Hank and then licked her lips, while Darline arched her back, showing off her body. It was then that Hank noticed both girls were wearing a collar— Aisha’s was leather, and Darline’s was metal, both having a ring where a leash could be attached.
Suddenly the term“my girls” made a lot more sense.
“You’re from college,” Hank repeated.
“Guilty as charged.” Tom dropped a hand and casually began rubbing it along Aisha’s bare leg. “But well, things are sort of different. Aisha used to be in management, but she’s decided to change things, haven’t you?”
“Yep,” Aisha said in the same, eager, purring voice. “Home economics, especially given…” She licked her lips. “What we’re gonna be doing…”
“Hey, don’t forget me!” Darline said in a whine, her dark hair flying about her face as she leaned forward. “I’m like, gonna make money for you Tom, right?”
“Yes, you are, girl… Yes, you are.” Tom chuckled and cupped the Asian’s chin. Darline sighed. “But yeah, you should be able to beat the storm if you hurry— and with that, I don’t want to put up the top for as long as possible, so we’d better be off.”
“Thanks,” Hank said, as he watched the car take off down the road.
Wow. That guy, he’s in his twenties, and already has a harem. Talk about being an overachiever…
Come to think of it, Hank thought, he might have more than a harem. That the Asian’s belly looked just a bit more curvy than it should have been? Maybe the people he was going to talk to was the family…
Hank chuckled. Well, if it was, he either wasn’t worried or was making the best of his walk to an execution…
Kicking his motorcycle, Hank started out on the road, another backfire warning him that he didn’t have a lot of time. As he did, one other thought passed through his head.
What had those flowers been… and how was it that he now noticed a light dusting of the very same flowers on the side of the road?
Get ready for a new tale of the idol--coming soon!
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