Slut of the truckstop

I work a sucky job. I am a waitress at a truckstop. Every day I have to put up with the hundreds of perverted, frustrated truckers. I swear, as soon as I get through college I am out of here. My boss is probably the most sexist man in the world. I should have quit

Pussy Conditioning

Despite being fully clothed, her heart was racing. She smiled, looking up at him as he laid down on the floor beside her. Fully twice her age, but handsome, strong. In control, above else, he was always that. He had weaponized his smiles, his frowns, and simple words. Her stomach spun in knots every time

Lost in thoughts

I was idly gazing out of the bus window. People were rushing along this busy street. Rush hour, one of the worst times to be on the bus and I was looking forward to get home. Shower, food, start the new book I found at the charity shop and maybe call David. It was weird