Chapter 3

Cindy woke up in the morning in an empty bed. Her mind flipped through the events of the past night. She smiled at the recollections.

“John?” she called out, thinking he might be in the bathroom. “John?”

She was alone in the room. Getting out of bed, she quickly slipped into her clothes. Opening the door, she looked outside. The sun was shining brightly. The sky was a bright New Mexico blue. And then she saw it. The car was gone.

Panic began overtaking her as she closed the door. Suddenly, she felt her pockets. Yes, her money was still there. But where was John? He couldn’t have just left her. He just couldn’t have!

Looking toward the dresser, Cindy saw the twenty that he had placed there before leaving. The realization that he was really gone began to penetrate her mind. Picking up the twenty, she looked at it, hoping it would give her the answer she was looking for.

“That son of a bitch!” she blurted out, shocking herself with her language. “That lousy son of a bitch!”

Confused, Cindy sat down on the bed. She was alone, and for the moment, didn’t quite know what she was going to do.

Trying to stay calm, she sorted things out in her mind. It wasn’t really any different than if she were leaving Pleasant Hills, she reasoned. She simply had twenty dollars more and was a hell of a lot closer to California than when she had started. Sure, who needs him, she thought.

Closing her mind to him, Cindy stuffed the money he had left into her pocket and walked out of the room into the bright morning. The sun was warm and made her feel a little better.

Standing beside the highway, she stuck out her thumb and waited for someone to stop.

She didn’t have long to wait. A large car, gleaming and shiny new, pulled to a stop beside her. Moving quickly, Cindy opened the door and jumped inside. The guy driving looked to be in his mid-forties, and not too bad-looking.

“Where are you headed, honey?”

“Los Angeles,” Cindy said, smiling.

“L.A., huh? That’s a pretty good town. You’re from there?”

“Oh, no, I’m not.”

“Oh, just visiting, huh?”

“Well, I’m planning on living there.”

“I see. Yeah, you should like it there. Real swinging place. Ever been there before?”

“No, first time.”

“Say, you don’t have to sit all the way over there,” he said, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “Slide on over.”

“Sure, why not?” Cindy said. “Anything for a ride.”

“Say, honey, I like the way you think.” When she was sitting on the seat beside him, he put his arm around her shoulder, letting the tips of his gingers rest lightly on her right breast.

“You know, if you like, I can drive you all the way into L.A.,” he said, giving her breast a soft squeeze.

“Now, where have I heard that one before?”

Cindy said, openly sarcastic.

“Huh? What does that mean?”

“Oh, nothing. What’s it gonna cost me?”

“Why nothing, honey. I just want a little companionship, that’s all. It’s not gonna cost you anything. You just be nice to me and I’ll take you anywhere you want. That’s all. Now, how about it?”

Cindy found herself learning a quick lesson in life. When it came to getting things, it didn’t matter what, her body could get it for her. It didn’t hurt her and it didn’t cost her anything, so why not? She knew the money she had wouldn’t last forever, and it certainly beat the hell out of working just to get along. Sure, why not?

“Sure, honey. You just tell me how nice you want me to be.”

Suddenly, she was scared. This was all so new to her. She knew what it would take to get along, but she still wasn’t sure she could do it. Last night with John had been an accident. He started it and she went along for the ride. She knew there was a name for women who use their bodies like she was planning on doing. Would she be able to live with herself? She didn’t know. All she could do was hope for the best.

“By the way, my name’s Phil. What’s yours, honey?”

“Cindy.”

“Well, I am certainly glad to meet you, Cindy,” he said, squeezing her knee. “Yes, sir, we’re gonna get along just fine, you and me. Just fine.”

As he spoke, he began moving his hand up along her thigh, slowly nearing the crotch of her pants.

“Say, for a girl who’s going all the way to L.A. you’re sure traveling light. Didn’t you bring any luggage, or anything?”

“Uh, I didn’t have time to pack anything. I was planning on getting some stuff when I got there.”

“Ah, yes, I see. Well, if you’re really nice to me, we’ll see what we can do about getting you some things when we get into town. How does that sound?”

“Just fine. I really don’t have that much money with me,” Cindy said, taking the step.

“Well, don’t you worry about that. I’ve got plenty enough for the both of us.”

Cindy’s heart was pounding inside her chest as she cuddled up against him. She could feel her emotions tearing her apart as she struggled with her conscience.

She knew what she was doing was wrong, terribly wrong. But what else could she do? How many girls did she know in Pleasant Hills who were doing the same thing, only for free?

For nothing! She had to do it.

Her hand trembling, she reached over and pressed it against the crotch of his pants, squeezing his limp penis beneath the material of his pants.

“Mmmm, and what have we got here?” she said, keeping her voice soft and low.

“Well, you could always take it out and see,” he said.

“You sure I won’t interrupt your driving?” Cindy asked, rubbing gently along the hardening shaft.

“Hell no, it won’t bother me. It’ll bother me sure as hell, though, if you don’t.”

Cindy was silent, as she pulled down his zipper and dipped her hand inside. With her fingers, she pulled down his white undershorts, and his cock sprang into view. It was the first time Cindy had ever seen one. Last night really didn’t count, because it was dark inside the room.

Her eyes were wide, and her heart was beating with excitement as she looked at the rigid length of flesh. The head was a deep, dark red, almost purple, and there was a little slit in the center of it. She watched as a drop of clear stuff oozed out of it. The shaft was a brownish color, and she could feel it throbbing as she lightly stroked her fingers up and down the length of it.

“Go on, honey, give it a suck,” Phil urged.

Licking her lips, Cindy dropped her face down to his lap. She guessed that he had showered that morning because he smelled all clean and soapy, not like John who smelled kind of dirty.

Hesitantly, Cindy swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and lapped up the juice that had oozed out of his piss hole.

She was surprised to find that there was no flavor to it. Moving slowly, she licked lightly up and down the shaft, enjoying the way she was making it throb. Suddenly, she forgot her fears. She was enjoying herself.

Opening her mouth wide, she sucked the head inside, and then dropped lower until she had about half the length of his prick stuffing the inside of her mouth.

“That’s right, baby, you suck it real good, and Uncle Phil will take real good care of you. Ugggh! Yeah, baby, just like that. Nice and deep-nice and deep.”