Last Gas

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There was a pretty cool TV Gig on Canadian TV called Corner Gas, set in Dog River, a stop in the middle of nowhere.

There are some sections of the US Interstate Highway system (and probably similar in other countries) where the is no gas for a hundred miles of more.

Suppose some enterprising individuals decided to set up a fuel stop in one of those areas. Maybe a couple with a penchant for playing with truckers or travelers. Maybe it doubles as a bordello. Maybe it's run by aliens and you have to wonder when the real Martian will stand up.
 
100-mile fuel-less stretches are more likely on USA blue highways (like US-6 in Nevada) than on busy interstates. I know for sure that such lacunae exist in northern Mexico. We once had to stop a a roadside seller announced by se vende gasolina signs, fueled from 1-gallon / 4-liter plastic milk jugs, with payment change given in gum (chiclets), not pesos. Hey, do what ya gotta...

I can easily envisage a petrolina station near the Zona de Silencio between Durango and Juarez serving as café, grocery, brothel, armory, and motor garage (tire-patching a specialty). No ET aliens needed.
 
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100-mile fuel-less stretches are more likely on USA blue highways (like US-6 in Nevada) than on busy interstates. I know for sure that such lacunae exist in northern Mexico. We once had to stop a a roadside seller announced by se vende gasolina signs, fueled from 1-gallon / 4-liter plastic milk jugs, with payment change given in gum (chicklets), not pesos. Hey, do what ya gotta...

I can easily envisage a petrolina station near the Zona de Silencio between Durango and Juarez serving as café, grocery, brothel, armory, and motor garage (tire-patching a specialty). No ET aliens needed.

I remember the cute kids down in Nogales, Mx., who were "begging" for $$ gave us chiclets as sort of a barter exchange. We accepted them, gracias.
 
Corner Gas redux:

Trying to jolt Brett from his "staycation." Wanda tosses a picnic towel and undresses, then she and an also naked Lacey make out at his feet. Karen responds, but instead of making them stop joins them.

"Ogres threaten Ruby Diners" reads the next 'Dog River Howler' headline.
 
^^^ Constable Karen wears a body camera very low bringing a new meaning to 'surveillance bush'.
 
Kinda sounds like that movie George Clooney stared in about the vampires who ran a truck stop in the middle of nowhere. Forget the name.
 
Working on a story kind of like this. "Whore for a day." Business woman's car breaks down or runs out of gas in the middle of nowhere in Nevada. She has no cash and lost her credit card and the gas station owner also owns a bordello so he agrees she can pay by turning some tricks for him.
 
I had something kinda similar a while back. Started with a guy pulling his BMW up in front of an old run-down gas station somewhere in Nevada or Arizona with steam coming out of the radiator. And a hot little number slunk out in her barely-there outfit of microshorts and tied up top. I didn't get very far with it, I don't think. But, I had intentions to have it go supernatural with the guy barely getting away, barely surviving a hundred or hundred and twenty-mile hike, coming back with cops... only it was a run-down shack, half-swallowed by the desert, that had been abandoned for a century.

I can't remember exactly what I had in mind for the hot little gal's transition to supernatural, and so I can neither confirm nor deny that there may or may not have been fiery tentacles involved.
 
Sign at roadside: "EAT HERE GET GAS"
What I usually see is
GAS
FOOD​
Honesty in advertising.

Meanwhile, some western states may show signs reading LAST GAS FOR 120 MILES. In a state with legalized brothels (hey there, Nevada) a sign could announce LAST ASS FOR 120 MILES.
 
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What I usually see is
GAS
FOOD​
Honesty in advertising.

Meanwhile, some western states may show signs reading LAST GAS FOR 120 MILES. In a state with legalized brothels (hey there, Nevada) a sign could announce LAST ASS FOR 120 MILES.

ASS costs extra (or so I hear).
 
ASS costs extra (or so I hear).
Generic ass is cheaper. Grab a piece.

Meanwhile, a shop not far from my Sierra Mountains residence announces "Last Barber Before Nevada", about 100 miles away. Remember when barbers were surgeons? (Sure, you're probably that old.) Envisage a remote full-service barber offering haircuts (scalp, underarm, pubic, legs, etc), minor surgery (vasectomies a specialty, also bargain hysterectomies), discreet oral sex, and convenient fuel from the pumps out front, tended by naked youngsters (over 18 of course).

Fun, hey? Except during snow season. Maybe the naked pump-jockeys wear transparent body suits. But no fucking in the snowbanks. And no pump fires.
 
Generic ass is cheaper. Grab a piece.

Meanwhile, a shop not far from my Sierra Mountains residence announces "Last Barber Before Nevada", about 100 miles away. Remember when barbers were surgeons? (Sure, you're probably that old.) Envisage a remote full-service barber offering haircuts (scalp, underarm, pubic, legs, etc), minor surgery (vasectomies a specialty, also bargain hysterectomies), discreet oral sex, and convenient fuel from the pumps out front, tended by naked youngsters (over 18 of course).

Fun, hey? Except during snow season. Maybe the naked pump-jockeys wear transparent body suits. But no fucking in the snowbanks. And no pump fires.

in some States, they probably have resumed doing abortions, but hey, this is not the politics thread.

move the barber shop to the other side of the Nevada line & they could offer nude haircuts.
 
A cute woman's card is rejected, and she has to work for her petrol.

But she gets the lube job for free. :D
 
Kinda sounds like that movie George Clooney stared in about the vampires who ran a truck stop in the middle of nowhere. Forget the name.

From Dusk Till Dawn
. It had some nudity and sexuality in it, but could certainly use a Lit make-over.
 
Maybe a couple of raggedy looking guys in an old beat up car with something glowing green in the truck?
 
Let's imagine a society with roadside nitrous oxide (laughing gas) dispensing stations, and not merely dentistry offices. LAST GAS FOR 100 MILES takes on a different meaning.
 
Let's imagine a society with roadside nitrous oxide (laughing gas) dispensing stations, and not merely dentistry offices. LAST GAS FOR 100 MILES takes on a different meaning.

more accidents, but hilarity truly ensues.
 
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