The Middle of Nowhere

[LitShark]

For a moment Kurt almost choked on his own breath. He’d thought nothing of the minor spill and expected to clean it himself, until Sandy leaned forward, the low neckline of her loose, knit top dipping all the way down to the tabletop as she leaned over his lap to reach for a napkin from the dispenser. Without even intending it, he could see all the way down her shirt, over the soft mounds of flesh that peeked above her well-fitted silk bra, down to the tiny bow on the clasp that rested between them, even further down to her pale, toned stomach—freckled like the rest of her, all the way out the bottom of her top where light around her waist peeked upward at the inverse view. Despite his sincere effort not to look, her circular wiping motion made the tops of her firm, upright breasts jiggle in their silk cups, just slightly.

Kurt was hard as the center of a tree trunk by the time his cup returned to the table, landing directly above where his cock was straining against the underside of the table. He tried to imagine what her slender, delicate fingers would look like grasping his huge cock—she’d seem even smaller by contrast.

“Th-thanks,” Kurt stammered, trying to catch his breath.

When Sandy turned, Kurt decided to treat himself to just a passing glance at her backside as she walked away, the pleats in her cute skirt making the rounded shape appear even more pronounced. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on.

Typically, women went after Kurt, he had this way of attracting a certain type of woman that made him like catnip to him—but Sandy wasn’t that type at all, she was very different. The whole innocent doe routine had never really been Kurt’s thing. He preferred sexually assertive party girls who wanted to be pushed around—but somehow, Sandy made them all look shabby by contrast.

When she came back, he’d decided what he wanted—but not from the menu.

“I think I’d like to try the Philly cheese steak,” Kurt smiled, holding the menu up to her, doing his best to capture her focus with his pale, blue eyes, “better throw in a strawberry shake. Two straws?”

The last bit of his order was more like a request, as he punctuated it with a wink and a hopeful smile. Would she join him? Could she? Kurt usually had a plan when he went after a woman, this time he had no clue how to get to her… not really.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

I think I’d like to try the Philly cheese steak. Better throw in a strawberry shake. Two straws?"

A mild jolt of shock glanced her. Was someone else coming to join him? The meal that he had ordered was for just one and the look in his eyes confirmed that the second straw was actually for her.

"Uh, umm, I'm working," she stalled, eyes flitting away. It was the truth anyways. She had already taken her last break and the staff had to stay in the back when taking one. "I'm not allowed," she told him, hiding behind the rule that protected her from having to turn him down. "Sorry."

Sandy returned to the counter and tapped his order into the station. What did he want from her? She tried not to look at him but it was difficult. He was interested in her. Lots of truckers were interested in all the girls on staff, but this one felt different. Kurt had put her senses on edge. From the corner of her eye she checked him out as his large frame sat calmly at his table, his head wrapped neatly in that skull-stamped rag. Without a uniform - not even a company stenciled shirt or hat - he appeared a lone ranger, a solo vagabond keeping himself afloat by his own means. There was a certain romance in that perception of self-sufficiency, but the truth was that even though he was much more down to earth than during his vigilant first encounter, Kurt still scared her. Rugged, she was fine with, confident - definitely, but his presence was so imposing and steely. Sandy wanted warmth. Her mind wandered to think of what else and she realized that she hadn't thought much about it - well, she had vividly, often, but she'd never sorted any of those thoughts or feelings into any order shape or form. She wanted a man for sure, but not a savage. Suddenly in her contemplation, Sandy felt like she was being too picky. Aidan had fit her well, but then in the beginning she had never imagined that he would. He just sort of happened. Aidan was easy to like. He was easy going, tall and thin. He was too thin for most but she didn't mind. Thinking of his chubby new Grace on his facebook, she figured that she'd been the one too thin for him. Her alabaster complexion stared back at her in her mind, flawless next to Sandy's frenzied spots. Being with Aidan was what she missed the most and an emptiness came over her as she recalled his touch, the tranquility and safety of his arms. Since he was gone everything was on shaky ground, even shakier than before, as if a rug could be pulled out from beneath her trembling legs at any time, even a rug unseen to trip her up when she would least expect it. She was afraid to stand on her own even as she tried. Perhaps if there was someone to lean on for just a while, a warm security blanket.

"Hey." It was Magz. Sandy snapped out of her little trance. "You okay?" she asked quietly as she leaned in.

"Oh yeah, fine. Sorry," she shook her off.

A new customer came in and sat by the front window. Sandy took him coffee and a menu, then bussed an empty table. A few minutes later she took the new customer's order and returned to the front to tap it in.

The cheesesteak from the desert nowhere near Philly was up. Sandy filled the blender with two scoops of ice cream, one of frozen strawberry and topped it all with cream. She let it blend while she changed the coffee pot, then poured the shake into a tall diner stem glass and poked in one wide straw. She put it on a tray with the cheesesteak and took it out to him.

"Here you go," she said, stifling the smile that she felt that she owed him, yet didn't want to appear overly friendly. She tucked a stray strip of hair behind her ear. "Anything else?"

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Kurt bit his lip as Sandy rebuked his subtle pickup, but he hadn’t leaned out that far without an escape plan. When she turned away he made a farcical display of trying to call her back, but she was more than a little flustered by the offer—which was somewhere to start at least. When she returned with his drink and his meal, she asked if he needed anything else which offered him the opportunity to turn the tables and put her squarely on her heels.

“As delighted as I’d be to share, well, anything with your lovely self—but I need the second straw for myself. I broke my jaw a while back so for thick drinks I use two. If it’s not a hassle, please,” Kurt asked, making meaningful eye contact with Sandy whenever he was able to catch her eye, “this looks great, by the way.”

Kurt laid his paper napkin across his lap, waiting patiently for Sandy to supply him a second straw so that he could sample his shake.

“If, let’s say, I did want to share something with you, someplace other than here. When do you think you might have more time and freedom?” Kurt was getting edgy, he was pressing a very narrow advantage pretty hard. She could reject him with prejudice here, he felt the need to sell himself a bit, “better to make a brave mistake than a safe excuse.”

After that, he took a long drink from the two straws, inwardly wondering if Sandy tasted anything like strawberries herself.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

The very first time that she had met Kurt, he got himself into a brawl. At the mention of his previously broken jaw, she knew that trouble must have followed him around everywhere. Either that or he sought it out himself. If she had any doubt left that he was bad news for her, it was now certainly wiped away. Sandy wasn't sure how two straws would make a difference - perhaps there was some science behind that that she was not aware of - but she strode back to the counter for another and brought it to him.

"If, let’s say, I did want to share something with you, someplace other than here. When do you think you might have more time and freedom?"

"You're very persistent, aren't you?" She posed. She watched the level of the thick pink emulsion rise up through both barrels and between his lips. Sandy didn't care for strawberry herself. She preferred chocolate, or even vanilla. She took a breath and released it. "I'm off at midnight," she told him and left him to bus a table. In about an hour-and-half's time, she would find out if she would regret those words.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Persistent, huh?” Kurt smiled, his grin skewing to one side of his face, “I’ve been called worse. Midnight it is.”

Kurt tapped out an after-dinner cigarette from the pack, storing it behind his ear as he made short work of the decidedly middle-of-the-road version of a Philly cheesesteak. He made a point not to check out Sandy’s ass from behind as she bussed another table across from him. He now had an opportunity, narrow and grudgingly given, though it was—now he just had to figure out what there was to do at midnight in a small town without any connections or favors to phone in.

It wasn’t like he could just take her to the movies at midnight, plus she’d likely be tired from work, so it couldn’t be anything too physically demanding. He ran a search on his phone to see what was around this area, even if they weren’t open. To go against the grain would be a calculated risk, but at this point he figured that his bad-boy persona was the only thing working in his favor.

The beginning of a plan was developing.

Kurt finished his meal and overpaid in cash again. He was hardly a wealthy man, but he could afford to over-tip at a diner—it was exactly the kind of indulgence that fell within his budget.

The time in between his meal and midnight passed quickly, a few cigarettes and the task of unhitching his rig from its cargo ate up all the time before he knew it. In spite of a few grease smears on his good jeans, Kurt finished his chores relatively unscathed and by midnight, he was waiting outside of the diner for Sandy, his unburdened semi-truck waiting to take them on an adventure.

“Hey there, Red,” Kurt smiled when he saw her come out of the restaurant, “ready to get going?”

 

[pink_silk_glove]

There was a little over an hour to go in her shift. Her agreeing to meet him seemed to curb Kurt's advances, as if his pushing was finally satisfied. Sandy refilled his coffee once but other than that, there was no interaction. This relieved her stress, but when he left, he tipped heavily again which bothered her. It made her feel indebted. Finally it was midnight. She cashed out, counted her receipts and tips. The clock had struck. It was time.

Sandy put on her oversized white blouse and knotted it. Then she put on her black ballcap, checking in the mirror that her hair hung straight. She wouldn't be needing her clunky sunglasses so she left them in her bag which she shouldered before leaving through the back door to the chattering idle of diesel engines parked for the night. It was a bit warmer outside than it was in the air conditioned diner and the remnants of the days heat wafted up from the warm broken pavement. Kurt wasn't there but of course he wouldn't have known that she always used the rear staff door. His truck was out front. It was the big silver one. She was beyond nervous of what he may have had planned for the night. Maybe they'd just chat a bit. Maybe they'd go get a sundae at that dairy place down the block (since he was so keen about the milkshake), although she wasn't too sure about sharing. There weren't many places to go. She couldn't go to the casino if she wanted to as she was underage. There was the drive-in, a half mile off the highway but she didn't like the idea of anyone from school seeing her. Maybe Kurt wouldn't be there at all. Perhaps he had gotten tired of waiting. She strolled around to the front of the building.

"Hey there, Red, ready to get going?" he asked. He definitely had not become tired of waiting. In fact he was more than eager to see her. It made Sandy uneasy again. He was just so forward and so intimidating. Everything that had scared her about him from the beginning was now back in full force.

"Umm," she swallowed. "Go where?" Sandy glanced through the front window of the diner at the oblivious faces inside, wondering if anyone was watching.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Let me worry about that, I’ve got a plan in mind. It’s a surprise. I hope you’ll like it,” Kurt grinned, trying hard to feign confidence as he opened the passenger’s side door to his silver truck and mobile home combo, offering his hand to help Sandy up into the cab, “you look gorgeous, by the way.”

After helping Sandy climb up, Kurt made his way around to the other side of the cab and climbed into the worn-in driver’s seat. Trying to keep the mood as light as he could, Kurt tugged the overhead cord that honked the air horn, two short, loud blasts heralded their departure from the diesel depot as they moved out onto the moonlit highway, strung out before them like a long, silver ribbon mounted against black hair.

“I really appreciate you coming out with me tonight, even if you did practically beg me,” Kurt smiled, playfully teasing in his continued attempt to lighten the mood, “ah, here we are. We’re already there, already.”

The rig stopped in front of an old, roadside driving range that seemed on the verge of going out of business anyway and definitely wasn’t open at this time of night. The State’s Line Driving Range had already cut its hours down to almost nothing, opening itself for business only on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays from 10-5 so as to service the needs of regular customers and weekend warriors while also cutting back on administrative costs—but Kurt had no intention of going by the rules.

Grabbing for himself and his date a big, soft blanket, a six-pack of beer and a handful of miscellaneous golf clubs that he slung over his shoulder. Leading the way, Kurt carried all of his things past the locked gate and over to the high fence that bordered the parking lot. He beckoned Sandy to follow before crouching by the fence and beginning to snip chain links with a pocket Leatherman tool before spreading open the fence enough that he could cut a decent sized hole in the protective mesh cloth that backed the metal fence and served as a barrier for golf balls when the range was in operation.

“After you, my lady,” Kurt smiled, using the clubs to hold open the hole in the fence, “I hope you’re not opposed to a little harmless B&E. I’ll fix the fence back up when we leave.”

On the other side of the fence, a narrow walkway bordered the blue-dyed, manmade water hazard that stood between the tee boxes and an artificial island on the other side of the water from the tee boxes. After walking along the edge of the manmade lake, Kurt kicked golf balls out of the way until he could spread out the blanket right beside the large sign that read “300 Yrds.”

“Not exactly a five-star restaurant, but you can’t beat the view,” Kurt mused, handing Sandy a beer, directing her attention up toward the sky, were the already dazzling sky was even more impressive, further on the highway, further from the city lights, “do you want to put or drive first?”

Kurt offered a few clubs toward Sandy, one of which was clearly stolen from some obscure miniature golf place, due to the rubber padding around the club head.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"Let me worry about that, I’ve got a plan in mind. It’s a surprise. I hope you’ll like it."

Sandy didn't want a surprise. She wanted to know that she wouldn't end up dead in a ditch somewhere. Instead he was hustling her into his truck and a feeling dread crept over her skin as she thought it just might be the last time that anyone ever saw her alive. Kurt's compliments did nothing to dissuade her uneasiness as she sat in the passengers' seat and he clicked the door shut behind her. It was eerily quiet in the cab for the few seconds that Kurt took to walk around the front and climb in the other side. Sandy pulled her phone from her bag and tapped her Mom's number to send her a message, only to jump out of her skin when he blasted the horn. Heart pounding in her throat, she reached down to pick her phone off of the floor where it had fallen from her grasp.

They rolled on down the highway and so long as she was still alive she needed to calm her breath. She sat stiff, looking straight ahead as they crossed into Nevada, feeling both numb and frenzied at the same time. As she regained a sliver of composure, enough to begin texting, Kurt slowed the truck and pulled off the highway and down a side road. They'd gone no more than five or six blocks and stopped in front of the old driving range that Sandy had seen the signs for many times but had never actually visited, and was relieved that she at least wasn't being smuggled off to Mexico or something.

He opened his door to get out and Sandy gladly took the cue to open her own and hop down. Kurt came around carrying an array of gear under both arms and led the way. Stopping abruptly at the fence, he unburdened himself and began snipping away at the links of chain with some sort of cutters.

"After you, my lady."

Seemingly completely oblivious to her anxiety, he beckoned her to enter. With tepid steps, she approached and then, afraid that her back was now turned to him, quickly hopped through the gap, snagging the sleeve of her white blouse on one of the ends of clipped wire. Too spooked to care about the damage, she straightened her sleeve while she skipped a few yards ahead and turned to face him as he struggled to drag all of his supplies through.

They walked along, Kurt on the path and Sandy parallelling him a few feet away on the grass, until he found the spot that he liked and prepared it for the blanket, tore a beer from the six-pack that he'd brought and offered it to her.

"Do you want to put or drive first?"

"I don't know the first thing about golf," she shrugged. Then she began to text her Mom.

Just playing golf at the range, will msg again when coming home

Getting the message out made her feel a little bit better even if she wasn't sure when Mom would read it. The beer was unopened too, so she figured that it couldn't have been drugged. She cracked it open and sipped, then surveyed the clubs.

"Whichever one you think is best," she said.