..What happens in Reno..

He picked her up off the side of the road. Normally, he was cautious about picking up random people, due to the stories he had heard of those good Samaritans who extended their car warmth to hitchhikers and, in result, ended up at the bottom of the local lakes, or in the city morgue. She looked harmless enough though. It may have been the cold rainwater cascading down on her barely-clothed body, or it may have been his Christian upbringing, but he pulled his black Sedan over to the side of the road and rolled his window down.

“Hey, where ya heading?” he asked the drench redhead.
She stopped her slow pace and approached the car cautioning. “I don’t really have any idea. What about you?”
“Northern area, about an hour from here. Want a ride? Maybe somewhere along the line you can find out where you’re going.”
“No, I don’t want to be any hassle,” she objected sweetly.

He unlocked the door and pushed it open as far as he could. “Come on, please. You’re no hassle, honestly. And I’d enjoy the company. It’s a pretty boring ride alone.” He flashed her a smile.
She smiled back, looked around the otherwise deserted highway, and climbed in the car. Much to his surprise, she was innocently beautiful. Her mass of auburn hair was curly, accompanied by seemingly natural blond highlights. Her eyes, a deep, elephant gray, sat deep within their sockets, surrounded by dark eyelashes. She was fair skinned, with a scattering of freckles.
“Thanks for the ride um…”
“Kevin. Kevin Scones,” he introduced, extending his hand.
She eyed it for a moment, then took it and shook it. “Kallie.”
“Do you have a last name?” he asked.

She shook her head and looked back out the window. “Nope, just Kallie.”
He sat there for a moment, and then nodded. “Alright just Kallie, and you’re very welcome for the ride. Like I said, it’s a lonely drive and company is always welcomed.”
“Where are you heading back from at so late?” she inquired, looking at the digital clock.
“Business conference in Reno. Ran belatedly.”

Kallie nodded. “I’ve heard that guys say they’re going to Vegas for business meetings, and are really going to cheat on their wives.”
Kevin laughed. “Well, there’s no wife for me to cheat on, and I’m a lawyer. I can assure you that I was in Reno for a business trip and cheated on no one.”
Kallie nodded once again. “So you’re like, what? Twenty something?”

The inquiry led Kevin to laugh once again. She liked his laugh. It was wholesome, like that of a father or an uncle that rolls in the grass with the younger generation during a family get-together.
“Try thirty something. But yeah, close,” he answered and smiled. “What about you?”
“I’m twenty four,” she stated clearly. “I was hoping maybe you were twenty something too due to the fact, that…well….”
“Well, what?”
“From the looks of it, and the way that you’ve been looking at me, I can see that you want me. And I could go for a good fuck right about how. So what do you say about pulling this car over and giving it to me?” she asked, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of her backpack,

Kevin looked at her, shocked at her sudden bluntness. “Are you serious?” he asked.
She grinned, scooted over in the seat, and began unzipping his slacks. “I am one hundred percent serious. There’s obviously a reason that you picked me up. Did you feel sorry for little old me?” she solicited sexily as she reached into his underwear, drawing out his reasonably hard cock. She was slightly disappointed at the size, but remembering that he was a little older than those she was use to, she put the dissatisfaction aside.
“Actually,” he started as he gulped, “I did feel sorry for you.”
She started stroking his member, the rod gliding between her small hands. “And do you still feel sorry for me?” she asked as she leaned down and encircled the head of his cock with her tongue. He felt a ring that he hadn’t noticed before.

Slowly, he pulled the car over to the side of the road, turned off the lights, and ran his fingers through her matted hair. Her mouth enveloped his penis, her tongue roaming over the shaft, up and down the bottom and top. He moaned as she increased her speed; his hips thrusted with her rhythm, as if he were fucking her mouth. As he neared climax, yet was still, what seemed, years away, she shackled his rough hands to the steering wheel.
“What are these for? To make sure I don’t escape?” he joked.

She kissed his neck gently, like that of a mother to her child. “You could say that,” she agreed, and then went back to her task at hand, or mouth in this case. He was dying to cum, she could tell. Yet she continued to tease his cock with her tongue, his testicles with her hands. He moaned loudly, irrationally… pornographically almost. It disgusted her, but he was giving her a ride, and a few more things that he was unaware of at the time, so who was she to complain?
“You like how I make you feel don’t you?” she asked, taking a break from her work.

He nodded, his fingers white knuckled due to his tight grip on the steering wheel. “I like it a lot. It’s hard being a single man, ya know? Masturbation can only go so far.”
She laughed gently and kissed the head of his cock. “Well it’s a good thing your business meeting ran late, huh?” she joked. He nodded again and smiled. He had a cute smile for an older gentleman. If the timing wasn’t so perfect, then she might actually feel sorry for him. Yet, at this point in the game, to feel sorry for anyone would result in a risk that she was defiantly not willing to take.
“Speaking of business,” she started, climbing into the back seat. “I have a little business of my own. You can watch me if you’d like,” she offered. Kevin looked over his shoulder. “Only in the mirror.” He turned his light blue eyes to the mirror. He could see a faint part of her face, from her eyes up. She kept constant eye contact with him though, which turned him on a lot more than anything else.

Kallie stripped off her nylons and smelt them. “You should smell how wet you made me Kevin,” she stated huskily. “So hot, and so wet. But poor little old you is unable to use his hands right now, huh?” she said in a condescending manner. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to do it myself,” she said. In Kevin’s mind, she was playing with her clit, making herself moan louder and louder as the seconds ticked into minutes. The mere sound of her, the faintest idea of her playing with herself in the back of his car got him off. He moaned loudly as he came, his hot juices gushing over his swollen member and down into the crotch of his slacks.

“Oh god,” she moaned, right as he did. His eyes shut, his head rested on the seat, and she wrapped her nylons around his neck. Once, twice, three times, then pulled, tighter, and tighter. Sure, he struggled for air, but all he could really do was flail about, thrashing his legs, which, in the end didn’t help him much. He was tranquil within moments. She sighed and sat back in the seat. The only sounds consisted of the gentle wind creeping in due to the slightly open car window.

“Finally,” she mumbled to herself. She pulled her disinfectant wipes out of her bag and began cleaning everything she had touched, including him. As she cleaned, she began to chuckle to herself. Really, she did feel kind of dreadful, since he was so much older than the other the men she was use to. But, he had admitted that he was a lonely man, so he wasn’t going to have a family to return to. Other than the age, she felt no other regret or sympathy for her dear friend.

She crawled back over the seat and reach into his pockets, searching for his thick, leather wallet. She flipped it open and snorted. “Nice to meet you Mr. David Greenston. 38 years old huh? You, my friend, are defiantly a first over thirty for me.” She turned on the radio, with a wipe of course, and listened to the broadcast as she freshened up for the long night.
“I repeat, a Miss Lacey Trents, who may also go by the name of—“
“Kallie or Dina,” she whispered to herself.
“Kallie or Dina, is luring men into picking her up. After performing a range of sexual activities to or with these men, she kills them and robs them. Miss Trents is approximately 5’6 with red hair. If you have seen this young lady, or come into contact with her, beware. She is very dangerous and is wanted by the police. She was last seen in the Denver area, and her present ware bouts are unknown.”
Kallie threw the burgundy wig onto David’s lap and adorned her naturally raven shaded hair with a wig of long blond strands. She kissed Mr. Greenston once more on the cheek, blotting her freshly applied lipstick. She exited the car with her belongings, and a few hundred extra dollars in her pockets. She looked around the deserted highway, quiet and at rest under the dark midnight sky. Hands stuffed tightly into the pockets of her hoodie, she began the long walk.

It wasn’t until a few hours later did a young man in a pickup truck pull up next to her. “Hey!” he shouted.
She acknowledged him, yet kept walking.
“Hey! You!” he repeated. “C’mon and hop in here cutie. There’s some crazy killer chick going around. Wouldn’t wanna fall victim to her now would ya?” he asked.
She shook her head, checked the road once more, and then climbed into the dingy truck. “Thanks for the ride, it’s mighty cold out there,” she explained in a suddenly accumulated southern accent.
“No probably sweetie. Where you headed?” he asked.

She shrugged and looked out the window. “Not quite sure. I recon as far as your headin’.”
“Well I’m going over to Kentucky. Ever been there?”
“No, sir. I do suppose this may be my first time,” she stated, smiling sweetly.
“Well, I don’t mind the comp’ny. It’s a pretty long trip.”