Commercial Company

I reach up and grab my little nylon bank bag out of its hiding spot. I open it up, and hand her the contents.

“Fuck you!” she sobs. “I don’t want your fuckin’ fake money!” as she throws the bills back at me.

“It’s not fake,” I say, as I pick up the bills. “I wouldn’t do that to you again. I may be an asshole, but I’m not that big of an asshole.”

“Take it,” as I hand her the bills. “Here…”

She stares at me with those big dark eyes, not saying anything, just burning a hole in me.

“It’s real,” I say. “We’ll go inside the store, and you can use their pen to check them if you don’t believe me. I’ll go in there with you. If they’re fake, call the police on me, I’ll be right here.”

“I don’t need to go inside!” she seethes. “I learned a lesson from you, motherfucker! Look what I’ve got!” Jennifer grabs her purse, opens it, and pulls out a counterfeit detecting marker. She puts the cap in her teeth, and pulls the pen out. Working quickly, she makes a mark on all fourteen bills, and sits back without saying anything. Fourteen little golden marks on fourteen of the Treasury’s finest picture of Ben Franklin.

“Why?” she asks harshly. “Why are you giving me money?”

“Because I…”

“Because I couldn’t sleep at night thinking about how I fucked Jennifer’s life up!” she says sarcastically. “So now I’m going to buy my conscience clean so I feel better about myself for what I did! Fuck you!” and she throws the bills back in my face again. “I don’t want your fuckin’ guilty conscience money either!”

“Yeah, I admit, I feel guilty about what I did,” I say. “But it’s also more than that. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to cause you to suffer the way you did. I was just having some fun, just fuckin’ around a little, and it got way out of hand. I never imagined it would end up like this.”

“Fuck you! Lying bastard!”

“I swear, if I could go back and undo what I did, I would… but I can’t. I never meant to hurt you, I never meant for you to lose your baby, and I’m sorry. I’m so very, very sorry.”

She says nothing, just stares at me with those dark eyes, and watches a tear trickle down my cheek.

“Here,” I say, handing her the money. “It’s all I can do to try to make up for what I did to you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

She takes the money, sets it on the nightstand, and resumes staring at me, saying nothing. I look into her eyes, and she stares back at me, neither of us saying anything, just looking into each other’s eyes, and watching the tears roll.

“I’ve been back here probably, ohhhh… two dozen times since I left you that night,” I confess. “Sometimes I’d get a chance to stop, and I’d always stop here at the truck stop and try to find you.”

“I was in jail, dipshit!”

“I know that now. I’d call for you on the radio, and listen to see if you were out… but you weren’t. I’d ask any of the other girls I saw if they knew you… but none did. I called J.T.’s to see if you were there, but they said you didn’t work there anymore. I even went over by the mini-mart on Broadway just after Christmas, hoping to maybe find you.”

Jennifer sits there silently, staring at me, boring a hole in my soul with those deep mahogany eyes.

“I went in the mini-mart, and asked if they’d seen a young, pretty, dark-haired girl with a newborn baby around, but they hadn’t.”

“Why did you look for me?” she asks quietly. “Why?”

“Because I felt like shit for what I’d done to you. It wasn’t right of me to give you counterfeit money, and I shouldn’t have. I left here the next day, drove to Dallas, and I couldn’t get you off of my mind. I’d drive for hours on end with the CB and the music off, and just think about you, and what I’d done. I only wanted to set it right, and apologize to you. I had no idea I’d destroyed your life like that. I know you hate me, I understand why, and I don’t blame you – I’d hate me too. I can’t forgive myself for what I did to you.”

I see that nasty left-hook out of the corner of my eye, but I’m not fast enough. WHACK! Another slap across the right cheek, and this one hurts. I put my hand to my face, and when I pull it back, a smear of blood is on my fingers.

“ENOUGH, GODAMMIT!” I yell, as I shove her back on the bed.

I stand over her, my anger boiling inside me. She doesn’t say anything, but stares back at me with the resigned look of someone who’s been physically abused before.

A minute goes by… two… three… both of us staring at the other, not saying a word.

Finally, in a soft whisper she says, “I forgive you.”

“What?”

“I said I forgive you. I don’t think you meant to hurt me the way you did, and I forgive you.”

I fall back into my seat, and my tears flow freely.

“Here,” she says, handing me the washcloth. “Take this.”

“Thanks,” I say, as I begin to wipe my eyes.

“No dummy, your cheek,” as she takes the rag back. “You’re bleeding.”

She goes to put the cloth to my cheek, but I involuntarily pull back as her hand approaches.

“I’m not going to hit you,” she says. She begins to wipe the blood off of my face, and says, “I’m sorry I scratched your face open. I shouldn’t have hit you, I’m just not used to people apologizing to me.”

“It’s okay,” I tell her. “I deserved it for what I did to you.”

“How’s your hand?”

I look down, and the bite marks have gone away, but there’s a small bruise that’ll probably take two weeks to heal. “It’s alright,” I say. “I’ll live.”

“You know, in a way it’s kinda funny.”

“What’s funny? Me bleeding?”

“No, not that. What’s funny is that the only guy who’d have sex with me while I was pregnant, the guy who had sex with me just before I went to jail, is the first guy who wants to have sex with me when I get out,” she says.

“I’ll bet you really wanted to see me again, didn’t you?”

“Let’s just say I had some pretty mixed emotions about that,” she smiles. “I’d remember how nice you were to me, and how you made me come so hard, and then I’d remember why I was in jail, and… well…”

“Well… I… uhhh… didn’t call you over here tonight to have sex with you,” I stammer. “I just wanted to apologize to you. I thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with me after what happened.”

“You don’t want to have sex with me?” she asks incredulously. “Why? Now that I’m not pregnant, I don’t turn you on?”

“No… Yes… No… I mean… Yes…”

“’Yes’ or ‘No’ – do you want to have sex with me?” 

“Yes, absolutely!”

“Then c’mere,” she says, as she slides back on the bed. “C’mere… by the way, what is your real name?”

“John,” I say.

“Yeah, I remember you told me your name was Randy, and that’s what I told the detectives, but I also seem to remember that you told me your name was Ricky, and something else… Robby, maybe?”

“Ronny, I think.”

“Something like that. So, John’s your real name?”

I stand up and get my wallet out of my back pocket. “Here,” as I flip it open to my driver’s license, “See for yourself.”

“Jonathan M. Crockett, Twelve sixty-eight, Rio de los Cucaracha Verde, Carlsbad, California” she reads. “Where’s Carlsbad?”

“Halfway between Los Angeles and San Diego,” I say. “Not too far from the Marine base at Camp Pendleton, if you know where that is.”

“No. I’ve never been to California.”

I put my wallet back, sit down on the bed, reach for my little bottle of ‘Vitamin V’, and she asks “Viagra?”

“Uhhh…” I say. “Maybe… so what if it is?”

“Lemme see,” Jennifer says, as she takes the bottle from me. She reads the label silently, and hands me back the pills.

“Good!” she says with a smile. “Now you take your Viagra, because you’re going to need it!”

“Huh?” 

“I haven’t been laid since I was with you six months ago, and I’ve got some catching up to do. You’ve got some work to do tonight, old man!” she says, grinning.

“I don’t know if I’m…”

“Do me like you did last time, and you’ll be just fine!” she laughs. 

As I place one of the little blue pills underneath my tongue, and feel it dissolve, Jennifer pulls her sweatshirt off over her head, and undoes her bra, letting her mountainous titties swing freely. They aren’t quite as large as I remember, but they are impressive just the same.

I remove my shoes and socks, pull my shirt over my head, and drop my pants to the floor. My throbbing cock twitches in front of me, as it remembers the carnal pleasures her sumptuous body has to offer.

Laying back on the bunk, she kicks off her shoes, pulls her socks off, and unbuttons her jeans. Lifting her hips, she slides them down her long legs, and slips them off. She lays back, clothed only a pair of navy-blue panties, which she slowly slips off to reveal herself to me. 

“C’mere,” she whispers.

I move over her, and go to kiss her on the lips. As my face approaches hers, she turns her face to the side so I kiss her cheek. I kiss her cheek, her neck, and her chest. I move slowly down to her mountainous breasts, and run my tongue around each nipple, making it swell and stand out from her tit.

“Ummmmm…” she moans softly. “Ummmmm…”

I continue to kiss and lick each nipple, alternating between pursing it with my lips, and blowing cool air on it. Her eyes take on a dreamy, half-open look, and I know she’s enjoying this. I slowly move down, kissing and nibbling her flat stomach, her upper abdomen, and the tops of her thighs. I notice that the neatly-trimmed bush I remember has been replaced with a thick, dark forest of tangled fur. The heady aroma of her pussy is intoxicating, and I move my face between her wide open legs.

I blow gently on her pussy, and she moans softly. “Ahhhhh…” Her clit is poking up, just begging to be sucked on, and her pussy lips are beginning to open like the petals of a blossoming flower. 

“Lick my pussy,” she begs.

“Hmmmm…” I say, enjoying the effect I’m having on her. “I didn’t hear you.”

She says nothing, but places her hand on the back of my head and tries to push my face into her syrupy pussy. I stiffen my neck and resist, while I blow more cool air on her clit. 

“Ohhhhh…” she moans heatedly. “Lick my pussy, please!”

I stick the tip of my tongue out, and lightly touch her clit. She jumps like she’s been shocked and moans, “Oooohhhhhh…”

Jennifer’s hand is stroking the back of my head, and I move my face forward a little, and breathe in the fragrant aroma of her sweet nectar. I run my tongue up and down the groove of her snatch, and I’m rewarded with another moan, “Unnnhhhh…”

I lick her gash up and down, and swirl my tongue over her rubbery pussy lips. Her flavor is fantastic – sweet, bitter, salty, and sour, all at once – complex in only the way a woman’s juices can be. Her hips rock back and forth as I lick her juicy snatch, and a river of syrup flows freely out of her pussy. I lick at her snatch, and continue to be treated to a torrent of warm, rich, elixir.

“Ooohhhh…” I hear her moan. “So good, that feels so good…” I move my tongue up to her clit, and again gingerly touch it with the tip. She wriggles underneath me and wails, “Aaaaaahhhh…”

I flick her clit back and forth, moving my tongue over it like it’s a little speed bag in the gym, as her body writhes on the bed and she beats her fists on the mattress. “Aaaahhhhh…” she moans. “Aaaahhhhh…”

Wrapping my lips around her throbbing clit, I gently tug at it with my lips, and begin to softly hum. “Hmmmmm…” no melody, just a humming sound in my throat and in my lips. “Hmmmmm…”

Jennifer is rolling her hips, pounding her fists on the mattress, trying to pull my head in deeper, and rocking her head from side to side. Her chest is heaving, her titties are bouncing, her nipples are sticking straight up, and she’s about to come. Her legs are wrapped around my back, and she hunches her juicy pussy up at me, as she clenches and unclenches the muscles in her thighs.

“Hmmmmm…” I continue. “Hmmmmm…”

“Oh God,” Jennifer wails. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m gonna come, gonna come, gonna come…”

“Hmmmm…” “Hmmmm…” “Hmmmm…”

“Ohhhh…” she shrieks, “Aaaahhhh…” 

Her body squirms beneath me and it’s all I can do to keep my lips on her clit. She writhes and bucks as her orgasm overwhelms her, and I continue to hum on her clit. She wails, she moans, she cries, her fists beat the mattress in pleasure. She rolls her hips, and screams in delight, “Oooooooohhhhhh…”

I stop humming on her clit, and let her climax diminish. I hear her ragged breathing, and I glance up. Jennifer’s eyes are closed, and she glows with satisfaction. Her eyes slowly open, and she looks at me dreamily.

“That was so good!” she exclaims softly. “Where did you learn to do that?”

I lower my lips back to her engorged clit and take it between them. “Hmmmmm…” I ask. “What did you say?”

“Aaaaaahhhh…” she moans softly, as a smaller orgasm races through her. “Aaaahhh…”

I have her at a peak of sexual frenzy, and I can make her come and come again by just humming on her clit. So, I do.

“Aaaahhhhh… oh Gawd, please…”

“Hmmmmm…?” I say, making my lips vibrate on her sensitive clit. “What?”

“Aaaaahhhh…” she moans, as another orgasm envelops her curvy body. “Aaaaahhhh… Oooohhhhhh… that’s toooo good!”

“You like that? Does it feel good? Hmmmmmm…?”

“Ooooohhhhh…”

A torrent of sweet nectar is flowing out of her pussy, and I run my tongue up her gash and enjoy the delicious flavor of her juice.

“Ooohhh yeah, lick my pussy!”

“What? Hmmmmm…?” as I stop licking her tasty pussy, and resume humming on her too-tender clit.

“Aaaaahhhhh… Dooonnn’t, stooooop, please!” she pleads, as her hand tries to push my head into her pussy. 

I continue this cat and mouse game for a bit, until my throbbing cock demands some attention. I slip in the bed beside her, and roll her onto her side, lifting her long, lithe right leg in the air.

Slipping my turgid dick into her juicy pussy from behind, I begin to stroke it in and out of her swampy snatch, feeling her warm, sweet juices drench my balls as they flow out of her steamy cunt.

“Ummmmm…” she moans, “Fuck my pussy…”

Jennifer reaches down and begins to rub her clit with her fingers, making her pussy pulse and spasm.

“Oooohhhh…” she sighs contentedly, “Fuck me…”

I slide my left arm underneath her neck, and around to her firm tits. Alternating between them, I rub their heavy fullness, and pull gently on each nipple, making it stand out proudly from her tit. Jennifer softly kisses my arm while I play with her massive titties, and purrs “Ooooohhh yeahhhhh, fuck me, let me come, let me come…”

I continue stroking my cock in and out of her well-lubricated snatch, relishing the feeling of her hot, humid pussy convulsing around my dick. I look into her eyes, and she looks at me with something more than lust… a warmer, deeper look. “Ummmmmm… you make me feel so good!” her voice raspy with passion. 

My balls begin to tense up, and I feel my orgasm approaching. “I’m gonna come again,” she moans, “I’m coming!”

“Ohhhhh…” I whisper in her ear. “Feel me come…”

“Ohgawd, ohgawd, I’m coming, fuck me, fuck me…”

Her pussy begins to clench and unclench around my cock, and I feel her muscles squeeze my shaft. Jennifer stops playing with her clit, and moves her hand down to my ball sack. She gently cradles them in her hand, and I groan as a stream of hot come shoots out of the head of my cock into her syrupy wetness. Another twitch and another flood of jizz rushes into her juicy snatch. Another, another, and another until my balls have sent all their contents into her hot pussy.

I gently lower her leg, and we both lay back on the bed, sweat covering our bodies, and my still-hard cock soaking in the warm wetness of her luxurious pussy.

My arm automatically wraps around her, pulling her close, and she snuggles against me, her eyes closed.

I open the vent, and feel the cool night air flow over our overheated bodies. “I’ll lay here for just a minute and rest,” I think to myself. “Just a minute or two…”

CHAPTER THREE

Blinking my eyes, I can see the beginnings of daylight through the open vent. My arm is draped over Jennifer’s ribcage, my hand cups her firm left tit, and my cock is stuck to her butt. “5:51” says the clock in the AM/FM radio. 

“Just a minute or two…” I think to myself. 

I sit up, and Jennifer begins to stir. She groggily wakes up, sees me, and looks puzzled. “We fell asleep I guess…” I shrug.

Jennifer looks at me in a strange sort of way, and I imagine she’s replaying the evening in her head, and trying to understand why she’s here, now, and especially with me.

“I’n turstee,” she sleepily mumbles. “Can I haba rink.”

I smile at her, open the cooler, grab a bottle of orange juice, twist the top off and hand it to her.

“Tanks,” she says, taking a big drink. She swallows, takes another drink, another, and finally says, “What time is it?”

“Almost six,” I say. “We took a little nap.”

She nods her head in agreement, and continues looking at me. After a moment she says “John?”

“Yeah?”

Satisfied that she’s got my name correct, she says, “John, are you busy today?”

“No,” I say. “This trailer doesn’t deliver until Monday, then I go back to California. Why?”

“Would you do me a favor?” she asks.

“What?”

“I have a few errands to run, and I need a ride. Will you help me, please?”

“Sure,” I say. “I’ll take this trailer over to the drop lot, and I’ll have the weekend off.”

“Thanks,” she says. She sits up in the bed, and wrinkles her cute little nose. Moving it down toward her armpit, she inhales shallowly through her nose, and says, “Ewwwww, I stink! I need a shower.” She looks my direction, inhales through her nose again and proclaims, “You stink too! You need a shower.”

“Tell ya’ what,” I say. Let’s go drop this trailer, and I’ll get us a hotel room. The truck stop showers aren’t really designed for long hot showers, and that’s what we both need. Alright with you?”

“Okay,” she says. 

As she moves to get dressed, her arm brushes the nightstand, and the money I gave her last night falls to the floor. We both stop and look at it.

Jennifer says nothing - just continues looking at the money. Finally, she reaches down, picks it up, and arranges the bills neatly. She peels a one hundred-dollar bill off of the bunch, and hands the rest back to me. 

“Here,” she says.

“No,” I say. “It’s yours, you keep it.”

She spots the little bank bag I keep the money in, puts the other bills back in it, and hands it back to me. “Here.”

“Keep it,” I tell her. “I owe you…”

“I took a hundred, that’s all you owe me,” she says. “We’re even.”

“Alright then,” I say, reaching into the bag and pulling out another hundred, “What about last night?”

“A freebie,” she smiles. “On the house. I was so horny, I’d have fucked a dead man or a live goat!” 

“Ooooo, kinky!” I grin, as I put the bag back in its hiding spot.

She smiles and shakes her head. “Men!” 

We get dressed, and I pull out of the truck stop. A short drive and we’re at the drop lot. I park the trailer, disconnect from it, and send in the usual messages. “Pickup anytime Monday, deliver in Otey Mesa anytime before midnight Friday,” comes back over the satellite unit a few minutes later. 

“Alright,” I say. “I’m going home!”

I head toward the interstate, and I see a hotel. Lots of room for truck parking, and it looks very nice. 

We pull into a new, tall, hotel, one of the big chains. I put some clean clothes in my bag, and we walk into the lobby and register. “Will you and your daughter require separate rooms?” the desk clerk inquires.

“Daughter?” I think to myself, “Do we really look like father and daughter?”

“No,” I say. “Separate beds will be fine.”

“Room 723,” handing me the encoded card key. “Top floor, west side. Thank you for staying with us.”

“C’mon, Daddy!” she giggles as she takes my hand.

We take the elevator to the top floor, find the room, and walk in. A spacious room, typical hotel style. Two king-size beds, TV, sofa, table, two chairs, and a sliding-glass door leading out to a small balcony.

“You first,” Jennifer says. “It takes me longer. I’ll shave while you shower,” while she sits on a bed and removes her shoes and socks.

“Okay,” as I place my toilet bag on the wash counter. “Here’s my stuff, have at it.”

In the blink of an eye, Jennifer removes her shirt, bra, kicks off her jeans, and stands before me clad only in her panties. She opens the bag, and extracts my razor and shaving cream. Smoothly she lifts one long, shapely leg onto the counter and begins to apply the shaving cream, while balancing gracefully on the other like a swan or a flamingo.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I peel off my clothes, and plop down on the toilet for my morning shit. As I sit there, I think about what I did to her, and how she forgave me. I’d love to get to know her better, but I wonder how she feels toward me.

I wipe, flush, turn the shower on, and notice delightedly that the showerhead contains a massage unit. There’s nothing quite like a good water massage to make me feel better. I adjust the temperature – getting it just perfect – and climb in. I lather, rinse, shampoo my hair, and shave my facial stubble with the disposable razor the hotel has provided. Turning the showerhead from ‘Spray’ to ‘Massage’ starts the pulsing water flow, and I turn around and let the jets of water massage the base of my neck.

The shower massage relaxes me, and I stand there, letting the pulsing jets of water pound my lower neck and upper shoulders. I feel a quick temperature change in the air in the room, and I think I hear the door close, but I’m too lost in the massage to pay much attention.

The toilet flushes, the shower door opens and closes quickly, and the water stops flowing over me. I turn around, and Jennifer is standing with her back to me, with the spray washing over her hourglass figure.

”Here,” handing me a sudsy washcloth. “Wash my back, please.”

I take the washcloth, and begin to rub it over her. Her shoulders, her upper and lower back, even the little fire-breathing dragon I remember so well all receive a thorough scrubbing. I rub the washcloth over her firm, round butt and lather it up nicely as well.