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Fill 'Er Up Preview
Reject Reality posted a topic in Reject Reality DiscussionA quick preview of my new, upcoming story, "Fill 'Er Up". ================= Liam tossed the empty bag in the garbage can, having filled the windshield wash buckets for the last time. He checked his phone, and saw that he only had five minutes left in his last day. He took his time walking back from the diesel fuel island, burning up one of those five minutes. Tomorrow, his evening would be free. He wasnâ€™t entirely sure what he was going to do with it, truth to be told. He had plans for the weekend, but everyone would be busy on a Thursday night. There were only a few short weeks of freedom before he headed off to college, so he was going to make the most of them. He knew that much. Back inside, the place was filled with conversation and laughter, as it usually was. There were larger truck stops, in more convenient locations, but most of the local truckers all stopped at Melâ€™s, and word had spread to long-distance drivers. The kitchen was open 24/7, and the food was good. The bathrooms and showers were clean. The shelves were always well stocked. If asked, every one of the truckers would have only considered those amenities an afterthought, though. To a man, they were there to see Flo, Jen, Abbie, or Mel herself. All in their late 30s or early 40s, they were attractive, and flirtatious in the extreme. Redheaded Mel was filling coffee cups in the dining area. She was wearing a pleated skirt, which hid her gorgeous ass, but showed off her equally incredible legs. Her low-cut top revealed ample cleavage, and she made sure to bend down frequently while filling cups, so everyone got a good look. Liam wasnâ€™t excluded from the peeks, or the flirting. No man was. He wasnâ€™t immune, either. The last couple of years, the ladies had charmed him into working long shifts, and coming in on his days off many a time. They all had a place in his spank bank of masturbation fantasies. Mel finished her rounds as Liam walked up to the main counter, where blonde-haired Abbie was entrancing truckers as she rang them up. â€œThereâ€™s our traitor,â€ Mel teased as she approached. â€œLeaving us high and dry,â€ Abbie agreed. She addressed the driver at the counter and said, â€œHeâ€™s quitting on us, running off to college.â€ â€œMust be nuts,â€ the driver said with a grin. â€œIâ€™d never leave.â€ Abbie winked and said, â€œI know you wouldnâ€™t, sugar.â€ â€œTried everything to talk him out of it,â€ Mel said, stepping in close and wearing a pout. Liam had learned early on that the best way to deal with the flirting was to come right back just as strong. â€œEverything? Iâ€™ve been hearing this promise about wardrobe malfunctions all this time, and Iâ€™ve never seen it happen.â€ â€œWell, maybe youâ€™re not paying close enough attention,â€ Mel countered. Liam grinned and shot back, â€œOh, Iâ€™m paying attention.â€ The ladies laughed, as did the truckers in line. Abbie said, â€œDamn, Iâ€™m going to miss this one.â€ â€œWonâ€™t we all,â€ Mel agreed. â€œI should make you stay until the last second, but go ahead back to the office. Iâ€™ll be back in a minute to cash your last check for you.â€ â€œThanks,â€ Liam said, and made his way to the employees only door. Once through the stockroom, he followed the long hallway past the break room, bathrooms, service rooms, and back to Melâ€™s office. About the time he leaned against the wall next to the office door, Mel came through the door on the opposite end of the hall. She called out, â€œBe right there, honey,â€ before turning into the womenâ€™s bathroom. Liam pulled out his phone and scrolled through some posts until he saw her emerge once more. Mel strutted his way with a smile on her face. Her every move was a performance â€“ and a grand one. Her hips swayed, making her skirt dance, and her hands glided gracefully at her side. She glanced at him and twitched her eyebrows before unlocking the door. â€œHave a seat, honey, and Iâ€™ll get you paid,â€ Mel said as she walked around her desk. He closed the door â€“ which automatically locked â€“ sat down, and only then noticed that she had something in her hand. Whatever it was, she deposited it in a desk drawer before sitting down as well. Mel turned on her computer, clicked a few times, and then spun in her chair to access the safe behind her. â€œWe really are going to miss you,â€ she said while twisting the combination lock dial. â€œYou did such a good job straightening up the back room when you started. Always on time. Never complained.â€ She paused, looked over her shoulder, and added, â€œEasy on the eyes.â€ Liam chuckled. â€œIâ€™ll be sure to stop by whenever Iâ€™m back home.â€ â€œYouâ€™d better,â€ Mel said. She reached into the safe, counted out some cash, and then stood. She walked around her desk again, and held out the money with a flourish. He instantly noticed that there was one more hundred dollar bill than he was expecting as he took the cash. He looked up at her with a question in his eyes. â€œA little bonus,â€ Mel explained. â€œWish it could be more, but youâ€™ve earned it.â€ â€œThanks. I really appreciate it,â€ Liam said. It was hardly insignificant, as it was about a quarter of his weekly pay. â€œYouâ€™re welcome. Like I said, you earned it.â€ She then snapped her fingers and said, â€œYou know, I actually do have something else for you.â€ He couldnâ€™t help but grin as she turned and bent over her desk right in front of him. She was getting in one last tease. She slid open her desk drawer while he admired her butt, and the extra inch of leg her rising skirt revealed. Then it kept rising. Liam stared in stunned amazement as the pleated cloth slid upward. Her rounded ass and bare-shaven pussy were right in front of him, less than a foot away, and they entranced him. When the surprise wore off and he tore his eyes away from her folds, she was looking back over her shoulder, holding up her skirt with one hand, and the thong sheâ€™d retrieved from her desk in the other. She let her panties fall back in the drawer, gave her ass a shake, straightened, and turned around. â€œI did promise a wardrobe malfunction,â€ she said. â€œI keep my promises, honey.â€