0 comments/ 10085 views/ 2 favorites Just a Small Town Girl By: hollywoodjim The Gulfstream G150 jet swiftly made its way across the twilight skies. Its cabin was business-like with high backed leather chairs, flat screen monitors, desks and tables of varying sizes. Everything a titan of industry could require in his travels. But on this flight, the interior lights were largely dimmed and only a solitary passenger was aboard. She sat in the black leather chair and looked out the window as the last rays of sunlight began to disappear. She sipped ginger ale from glasses imprinted with the company logo and then looked down at a copy of Business Week magazine that had been left aboard. Amidst the cover's headlines was one that caught her eye. "America's Ghost Towns: The Next Land Boom?" She idly began to flip through the issue until she saw the story. It was definitely about towns that had largely been abandoned by industry, were slowly dying, but ripe for new business opportunities. One photo and its caption made her stop. "I know this town." She said quietly to herself. Rocky Hill, Texas was an oddity in so many ways. No one could recall how a town could be called Rocky Hill when there were no hills and few rocks. It was largely flat and dusty. At the end of one street was the Super Chief Café, named for the famous transcontinental train that used to stop in town on its way to or from the west coast and open 24 hours. Billy Bob Hutchinson, its owner, had wisely added a Texaco gas station next to the café, cashing in on a fuel they sold called Super Chief. When the Super Chief train made its last run, he kept the station/café open even with the diminishing business. It made for a yearly write off on his income taxes, nothing more. The locals had taken to calling it "the Super Cheap Café". A solitary girl walked the empty streets to her waitress shift at the café. She was short with thick black hair that she'd tie back when on duty. She wore a light blue uniform that felt tight on her body at times. It had belonged to a previous employee who wasn't as "blessed" in certain areas as the current owner was. Her name was Laura. Though she usually worked a variety of shifts at the café, more often than not she got the overnight shift where the clientele consisted of the occasional long haul trucker on their way to Dallas or further west looking for an extra bit of coffee to keep them going for 100 more miles, or line workers for the phone company. But for the most part, she was on her own listening to the radio and wondering what was down the road that led out of town, to the Interstate highway, to parts unknown. By 11 PM, the café had seen the last of its regulars and she'd be on her own until the early morning breakfast crowd arrived. To say things were quiet was putting it mildly. She leaned against the counter trying to decide how to spend the next few hours. All the dishes had been washed by the previous shift, the coffee was brewed. But this uniform was just too damn tight and wearing a bra underneath probably didn't help matters either. She took a look around the empty café and then outside the front door, nobody in sight, good. She immediately unbuttoned the front of her uniform and unlatched her bra, the rush of "being free" as it were felt great. She doubted anybody would care if she kept it off. Hell, she could probably do her shift totally naked and it wouldn't make any difference, it was so slow tonight. And a gentle night time breeze felt wonderful on her breasts. Good sense prevailed and she quickly re-buttoned her uniform. She got a coffee for herself and sat outside and took in the quiet night air. In the distance she saw headlights far off down the main road. But they seemed to be taking a long time to get closer. The headlights she'd seen belonged to a sputtering VW van that pulled into the parking lot. It was smoking out of the back end. Its driver quickly got out and opened up the back, quickly being engulfed in smoke and steam. "Are you OK?" she called to him He waved off the smoke "Yes, I think it's an oil leak. You don't have a mechanic round here, do you?" "Not until the morning." Laura said as she walked over. "Well, guess I'm stuck here. Is there someplace I could park until the morning?" "Sure, over there by the sign." she said pointing to the weathered Texaco sign. "Good enough." He said "Oh, I'm John." "Laura." She said as they shook hands "Park your van and I can get you some coffee, maybe a burger?" "That'll be perfect. I've been on the road for a long time." John eagerly dug into a cheeseburger and fries. "Where are you heading?" Laura asked "California, a friend of mine has a house there he's restoring and he needs all the help he can get." "Wow, I'd love to go out there. It must be nice." "Uh-huh, the house is a big one too." He said as he took another sip of coffee "How long have you lived here?" "Too long." "So...what keeps you here?" he asked inquisitively "You never wondered what's out there?" Laura thought long and hard for an answer "I don't know, not much, I guess. Not much opportunities here so I guess I'm stuck." "Could you leave if you wanted to?" "You mean, like, move out of state?" John nodded "No, I-I couldn't" she said hesitantly "My Aunt still lives here and she'd be lonely." Laura knew that was a dumb answer. Her Aunt Rosie was something of a character in town and anything but lonely. She and Billy Bob had had a fling years ago and she believed he'd leave the café' to her if he died, then she could cash in on the property and sell it. The gossip in town had been that oil speculators had been in the area a few times so she figured it was only a matter of time before he went to that "goldmine in the sky" as it were, and whatever riches lay under the cafe` would be hers. "You're right, it's tough leaving family behind." John said as he finished the last bit of the burger "Well, I'm gonna get some sleep." "Where?" "Oh, in my van, it's kind cool. You wanna see it?" Laura thought for a minute "Um...OK." The side door of the VW slid open revealing a mattress that seemed custom-fitted to the dimensions of the van. He had some thick pillows and blankets scattered around. A makeshift curtain stretched around the windows and effectively dimmed the inside. Multicolored Christmas lights were around the top and small speakers were mounted in the corners. "Hey, this is kinda neat!" Laura said as she looked in "Yeah, I got a friend back home who's a whiz at engineering stuff like this. I wish he'd worked his magic on the engine." "Can you fix it?" "Probably, it's gotten me this far, I don't see why it won't go all the way." Go all the way. It had been awhile since she'd heard those words, even when innocently used like now. Laura knew she had a killer body, though it embarrassed her sometimes. Auntie Rose said otherwise and she should know. In her younger days she'd worked the burlesque circuit around Texas. It was how she'd met Billy Bob and several other men whose status was known by the size of their hats and the age of their Cadillac's. Not to mention the size of their wallets. Other than some unmemorable encounters in the back of Junior Murphy's pickup, Laura's love life wasn't much to speak of. But she had ways of relieving whatever romantic longings she might have. Auntie Rose had a shower massager installed some time back, supposedly for "medical reasons". While Rose slept off whatever excesses she'd had from the night before, Laura secretly enjoyed some long showers, the massager between her legs. John climbed inside and pulled out a small metal box. "Feel like a smoke?" he asked "Is that, um..." she asked hesitantly "Uh-huh, it's grass." "You better not, the sheriff sometimes stops by to check in on me." "Oh, got it." He quickly hid the box under some clothing "I've got some regular cigarettes." "That's OK, I don't smoke." "Then...what do you do?" he asked as he leaned against the door frame, one leg on the ground the other propped up on the van's floor boards. And a look of temptation on his face Laura wasn't sure how to respond. "Um...I don't...I don't really know." she said with a bashful smile. She knew he was smiling back at her. She also knew she was attracted to him, how different he was from anyone else she saw, what he seemed to represent. It was only a matter of how to deal with the attraction she had to this stranger in town. Just then, she saw the headlights of a patrol car as it pulled up to the cafe`. Out of it climbed Sheriff Taylor. He'd been Sheriff for as long as anyone could remember. According to him, he'd once survived a gunfight with Bonnie & Clyde and followed Steve McQueen across 2 counties until the legendary speed loving actor, the "king of cool" finally gave up, amazed that anyone would try to chase him on the wide open Texas roads for just a broken tail light. "Evenin' Miss Laura, how's business tonight?" he asked as he approached the pair. "Same as always" she replied before quickly adding "Oh! This is John, his van broke down and he's gonna camp out here, just for the night." "Is that a fact?" he said as he looked him over "Where you headed, son?" "California, I need to fix a couple of things on the van, I'll be leaving in the morning, sir." "Uh-huh...you do that." he said with just enough authority to be sure his message was heard clearly by the young traveler "Laura, how 'bout some coffee and a bit of pie?" he said to her while still sizing up the young traveler. "Yes sir!" she replied as the two went into the cafe`. His coffee and pie fix satiated, Sheriff Taylor loosened his belt a little as he stood up. "You be sure to let me know if there's any trouble...you know where the alarm button is, right?" he said as he looked back at John's van, its lights off and curtains drawn. "I'll be fine, Sheriff, you know that." she said confidently "Uh-huh...just remember what I said." As Sheriff Taylor's police car pulled away, she looked out the main window at the van parked under the lighted sign and hoped that John might feel the need to come in for one more cup of coffee. But it seemed like the road had caught up to him and she was pretty much alone for another hour or two. Like clockwork, the morning breakfast rush began. But to her dismay, Charlie the morning cook hadn't arrived, and she was forced into panic mode trying to get things done. She was quickly overwhelmed and worried. "Where the fuck is Charlie?" she yelled as she tried to be short order cook and waitress at the same time. The cups of coffee were quickly piling up and the blue collar guys were getting impatient when to her surprise she heard a bell ding behind her. "Scrambled eggs and bacon, ready to go!" she heard It didn't sound like Charlie's voice. Then another ding "Pancakes and sausage, ready!" She tried not to look curious as she made her way to the small window where orders were picked up. She grabbed both plates, then looked inside. John was manning the stove and balancing multiple orders, looking like he'd been doing it for years, utensils skillfully flying in all the right directions. He even wore the greasy apron Charlie usually wore. But he certainly looked a lot better in it than Charlie ever did. "Hey, Laura!" a voice yelled "Where's my breakfast?" "Right! Comin' up!" she yelled happily The bell dinged every few minutes and John's voice could be heard calling out multiple orders that were ready. And Laura suddenly became Ms. Efficiency as she grabbed plate after plate and order after order. Pretty soon, the breakfast crowd was on its way and a few generous tips had found their way into her pocket. It was at that moment that Charlie the cook stumbled inside. "Am I early?" he asked through bleary eyes. Laura looked at him with an exhausted smile "No, not really." she said as she punched out. As she passed the garage, she could see John's van up on the service bay's hydraulic lift. He saw her walk by then ran out after her. "Hey! Pretty busy in there, huh?" he said as he caught up to her. "Yes, it was...so where'd you learn to cook anyway?" "Oh, here and there." he said as they walked together "I might be stuck here awhile, your mechanic has to go to some parts depot for what I need on the van." "So...where will you stay?" "Wherever the van's parked, I guess." "And what about money?" "That's what I wanted to ask you, um, do you need an extra cook? Just for the morning's and all? I figure it's only right since you let me park there and I'll need the cash for the road. I figure I should do something to repay you." "Um, let me ask the owner." "Cool!" he said happily "I'll see you later." Laura watched him closely as he ran back to the garage. She found herself staring as he removed his t-shirt and guzzled water from a hose before dumping some over his head and shaking his brown hair like a playful dog would. She made her way back to the large house she shared with Auntie Rose, all the time thinking about John, how good he looked and the connection they seemed to make. There was no doubt in her mind what she wanted to do, it was just a question of how and when. The Texas heat was already starting to rear its ugly head. But Auntie Rose wasn't home yet, good, she thought. She trotted up the stairs of the old house to her room and immediately stripped naked. She felt much cooler and freer with her clothes off. In the large antique mirror she caught a glimpse of her naked body. Her tits were large, alright, and she struck a model's pose, then a stripper's pose. It had been a long time since she'd looked at herself this way, but then John wasn't around last time was he? She could be in Playboy with a body like hers, nice breasts, dark pussy hair and a cute ass. What would John think? She touched her tits a little, then teased the nipples. A nice tingly feeling went throughout her body. She smiled to herself now. Hand went between her legs and she felt her pussy, it was getting wetter with every touch of her finger. She lay back on her bed and continued to softly touch herself. How good it felt. Just then she heard a knock on the door downstairs. "Who could that be?" she wondered to herself She quickly grabbed a robe and went downstairs. Peering inside the screen door was John. "Hey! What are you doing here?" she said with surprise "How did you know where I live?" "Oh, a great bit of luck." he replied "Come on in." she said, trying to keep the robe closed as she quickly looked outside. "I hope I'm not interrupting something." he said as he noticed the robe "Uh, no...I was just, uh, gonna take a bath and relax." "Oh, I can leave if-" "No!" she said excitedly, then in a calmer tone said "No, it can, um, wait. What was this bit of luck you got?" "Oh, yeah...the guy that owns the cafe` came to the garage just after you left and he said I could take over as the morning cook until my van's fixed. He said some guy named Charlie needs to dry out or something." "Cool!" she said, then realized what that meant "How long would that be?" "Might be ready tomorrow, the mechanic is going to a parts depot in the next town." Her heart sank, she realized it was now or never. "Then...we don't have a lot of time do we?" she said looking up at him with a bashful smile. "No...we don't." he replied with the same kind of look Laura hesitantly let the robe fall open and onto the hardwood floor, she was naked in front of this man she'd only met the night before. He began to smile, as did she. He bent down slightly and kissed her lips, she did the same. "That f-felt good." she said in a soft voice John nodded "Come on..." she said as she took his hand. Their slow walk turned into a run up the stairs. Once in her room she quickly stripped him naked and loved it when she saw his dick was already erect. "You're ready for action, I guess." "So are you." he replied "How can you tell?" "Never seen a girl strip me so fast." "I'm horny, that's why!" she laughed as she led him to her bed Laura spread her legs wide and John knelt between them. She felt his tongue enter her wet pussy, it felt so good she gleefully let herself go and let out a series of gasps and moans the more he licked her to a stunning climax. Thankfully, there was much more. John's dick entered her and she wrapped her legs around him and felt his ass as he fucked her. The room echoed with the sounds of their passion. Laura had never felt so good and she let him know with her moans and gasps until she could no longer resist the temptation; "John....oh god oh god....FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she yelled as her fingers dug into his muscular back. It did the trick! John groaned loudly and his dick exploded into her pussy making him collapse onto her. They were both breathing heavily, but holding each other close. "Damn...th-th-that was fuckin' wild!" He gasped "I feel wonderful." Laura replied adding in a kiss No one had made her feel this good. They dozed for awhile until Laura heard the door open downstairs. "Laura, honey? You home?" It was her Aunt Rose. Laura tried not to disturb John as she quickly got out of bed and frantically looked for her robe, then remembered it was on the floor downstairs. She quickly found a t-shirt and some cutoff shorts and went back downstairs. "Laura, what's this doing here?" Rose asked as she held the robe Laura had been wearing earlier "Oh, uh, it must've fallen when I was bringing laundry upstairs." she quickly replied Rose didn't seem to believe her, but shook her head as she walked away. Laura breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly went back upstairs where John was starting to dress. "Good, we need to get you out of here. I don't think my Aunt would understand if she saw you here." she said "Uh, OK" he said "I can walk back to town." "No, no...um, let me see if I can borrow her car. Wait here." Laura crept back downstairs and spotted Rose's car keys on a table by the door. "I'm borrowing the car, Rose!" she yelled, then looked up at the top of the stairs where John stood waiting. She beckoned him with her hand and he dashed down the stairs and followed her out the door before Rose could reply. She felt so naughty as they made their escape like outlaws, laughing amidst the dust kicked up as they headed down the main road in the old Cadillac convertible. "You do this a lot?" John said laughingly "Sometimes..." she replied, adding a naughty smile for effect. Laura pulled off onto a side road that led to a wide open field. The Caddy thundered to a stop and they looked at each other. They immediately embraced and kissed deeply. She straddled his lap and pulled her shirt off, making his eyes widen as she pulled him in close and overwhelmed him with her tits. His hands were all over them again and she could feel a tingling in her crotch and hardness under his jeans. She threw her head back and let the wonderful feeling come over her. John was loving it too, he reached for the door handle and they tumbled out of the Caddy. Still laughing, Laura saw John reach for the zipper of his jeans, she had an excited look on his face as his pants dropped and his hard dick was before her. Dutifully she was on her knees, taking all of his manhood into her mouth. This was so much different than the times with Junior, this time she was ready and willing. She loved hearing John's little groans and breaths as she sucked his dick, letting her tongue and lips go everywhere possible. John pulled her to her feet and she promptly yanked off her pants as he kicked off his jeans. They embraced and his hands felt her ass. She loved the feel of his hands there, his hard dick poking at her pussy. Her moans and breaths were so erotic, so real. Just a Small Town Girl Ch. 02 The hot desert sun felt so good on her naked body as she lay on the huge flat rock. Her hands softly caressed her big tits, not being encumbered by a bra, or clothing for that matter, was a wonderful feeling. The more she did this, the more she felt a growing tingle between her legs, she smiled. Delicately, she placed her middle finger on her "magic spot". It was wet and slippery and grew more so as she began to finger herself. Before she knew it, she was breathing heavily, then gasping, then crying out in ecstasy as that wonderful feeling of release overwhelmed her. Some would call her decision reckless, irresponsible, naïve, maybe even dangerous. Others thought it was adventurous, even romantic. Laura Austin's sudden decision to leave the small town of Rocky Hill, Texas (where there were few, if any, hills) for the unknown open road with a guy named John in a VW van had spurred much gossip in her hometown. To her though, it was the chance to leave what she saw as a dead-end existence for something, well, better. John's van had limped into town one evening while she worked the graveyard shift in the Super Chief Cafe'. He was on his way to California where he planned to join a friend in restoring an old house. Laura was immediately attracted to the stranger and they had a torrid day or two of passion before he had to hit the road again. And when he did, he had a passenger, Laura. In a last farewell to her "old self" as it were, she tore off the waitress outfit she'd wedged herself into night after boring night and threw it out the window of John's van as they hit the road. They took a circuitous route, taking in the sights of the road as they went. John had enough money saved for the trip so that wasn't much of a worry. And his old shirts and jeans fit Laura nicely (she didn't bother with underwear). Laura had no qualms about the trip, she was just happy to be somewhere else. While she loved her hometown, John had released this desire buried deep inside her to explore the world beyond Rocky Hill. As for California, well, who knows what might be there for her? "Hey, there you are!" she heard John say as he approached "Working on your tan, huh?" "Yeah..." she said as she sat up "Feeling horny too." "So I heard...you probably woke a few coyotes." he chuckled Laura playfully slugged him on the shoulder and hand in hand they walked back to the makeshift campsite they had at the van. Laura had acquired a beautiful all-over tan and John couldn't help but stare at her body as she began to pack up their gear. Except for a pair of white sneakers, she was still nude. The bright lights of Las Vegas were now in sight. "Wow!" she exclaimed "What should we do first?" "I don't know." John said, equally excited "Maybe find an auto parts store, I think the engine might need some more work." "Uh-oh!" "Don't worry, babe. This 'ol girls' got a lotta life left in her." he said confidently as he tapped the dashboard. The VW had been pretty reliable so far, John was a capable mechanic and its breakdowns had thankfully been few and far between, especially when they'd been rolling through the desert. "Maybe we'll have some luck at the casino." she said as the glittering lights reflected on the van's windows "Why not?" John shrugged. Neither of them were experienced gamblers so their wins were few and far between. John smartly stopped when he calculated they'd hit the "break even" point. He knew the VW still needed some work They walked the strip and gawked at the bright lights and pondered their next move. Out of the blue, someone handed Laura a card and walked away, disappearing into the crowded streets. "What's that?"John asked. "I don't know...some place called the Tally-Ho." John looked more closely at it. "Oh my...it's a strip club." he said with a chuckle "No way!" "Yeah...says here they're having an amateur night contest." "Oh, my god! Really?' "Take a look." Laura studied the card and saw how the contest paid the winner $5,000.00. She was intrigued and wondered if she could do it. "I've never been to a strip club...man look at what first prize pays." she said "Whoa, five grand could really come in handy." he said, clearly just as intrigued as she was. "What do you think?" she asked "About what?" "You know, about...um..." John looked at her, then his face was a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "Wait a minute...you're not thinking about entering are you?" "No, I mean...I would never..." she said firmly before her voice trailed off and changed tone "...still...five grand could come in handy like you said." They looked at one another and waited for one or the other to be the "voice of reason" as it were. Laura finally spoke. "Why not?" she said confidently. "You're serious?" She nodded. "Look, even if I didn't win the second prize is what? Twenty-five hundred. That would help too, right?" John nodded. "And we'll have a story to tell your buddies in California. How I paid for the trip with these." she said holding her tits proudly. "No, I think this story we'll keep to ourselves." he said just as firmly. They both giggled at what they were planning, then Laura suddenly jumped up and did an impromptu dance in front of some fountains, doing whatever sexy dance moves she could think of. John laughed and any passersby stopped and watched this bit of Vegas craziness. "Step right up folks! See her at the Tally-Ho!" he said like a carnival barker to all who watched. The Tally-Ho was huge club just off the strip with a giant multicolored neon sign that would've been right at home next to the Golden Nugget or the Four Aces club. John and Laura stood outside the club, hypnotized by the sign. "Not too late to change your mind, you know." he said Laura looked at him and smiled. "I wanna do this so bad." she said with a confident smile. She was right, it was another way she was leaving her boring and sedate life in Rocky Hill behind. There was still a twinge of fear but she thought about the story she'd be able to tell, even if John had said they'd keep it to themselves. "Let's go, babe." she said and they walked in. The club seemed very upper class, not at all what they expected. It was softly lit with a huge bar that covered the length of the building and had the requisite mirror above it. Big screen TV's were showing sports and there were a couple of video slot machines scattered around. An equally busty blonde strolled by them wearing a bright red see-thru camisole and escorting a middle aged man in a rumpled suit to another part of the club. Seated at the bar was a Latina girl in a leather miniskirt and a Harley-Davidson tank top with strategic tears in it talking to what seemed like a college kid. The sound system was playing ZZ Top's "Tush". "Oh, that's a good sign!" she said excitedly over the blaring music "Why?" "I love those guys! It can't be too hard if you like the music, right?" "You might be right, let's get a table or something and see what we're in for." "WE'RE in for? Don't you mean what I'M in for?" she said teasingly. "You know what I mean!" With two beers in hand, they took a seat at the stage and saw the dancers up close. They were pretty, alright. The U-shaped stage had numerous lights and was accessed by a small staircase on the side, glittery curtains lined the walls and there was even a large disco mirror ball hanging from the ceiling. The blonde they first saw was onstage and she freely showed her tits to John and Laura. Laura was intrigued by her, what she wore, and closely watched how she moved. She did the usual bump and grind but on a slower number she gracefully moved about the stage like a cat. "What do you think?" he asked her. "She's beautiful, I hope she's not a contestant." "Alright please welcome to the stage the lovely...Vanessa..." the club DJ announced. Vanessa was a shorter girl with flowing brunette hair, she seemed almost hippie-like in her dress and looks. Like she just walked out of the Woodstock Festival. Vanessa's day-glo sun dress soon dropped revealing perky B-cup tits with dark brown nipples and a cute jet black pussy. She had a dark skin tone that suggested she might be Latina or Middle Eastern. She knelt down in front of Laura, giving her a close-up look at her pussy. "Hi, babe...I'm Vanessa." she said in a sweet voice. "I'm Laura, this is my friend, John." "Hi, handsome...you two are together?" "Uh-huh...I'm thinking of entering your contest." Laura said "Wow! That's awesome! You've got the boobs for it, that's for sure." she said excitedly. "Who do I talk to about it?" "Oh, go see Serena...I'll introduce you when I get offstage." As "Vanessa" went across the stage, Laura turned to John; "That's different." "What's different?" "Serena must be like a manager here, that's different." "Guess we'll find out." he said Vanessa charmed all who sat around the stage, erotically making contact with them. She could seductively touch her toned body, then let the music overwhelm her and thrust her body about the stage. After giving a graceful bow, she walked offstage with a generous amount of dollar bills stuffed into a small leather bag. "Give me a minute, I'll be back." she said to John & Laura. "What do you think of her?" John asked as Vanessa walked away "I'm lucky she's not competing, she's good...I think she's sexy." John nodded in response. "She's good, but...you're better." he said into her ear. Laura leaned in and closed her eyes as he held her close. Looking around the stage area, it seemed a mix of businessmen out for a night of fun, blue collar guys looking to let off steam and maybe a few tourists here and there. Off to one side she noticed a single guy wearing a denim jacket. He didn't look blue collar but didn't look like a tourist either. He was nursing what seemed like a ginger ale or a Sprite. Definitely a rare sight in a place like this. It almost seemed like he was just stopping in on his way to someplace else. "I wonder what his story is?" she thought A few minutes later, Vanessa returned. "Serena's busy now, how about a private dance while you're waiting?" John looked surprised and turned to Laura. "Why not?" she said as she got up "Cool!" Vanessa said as she led them to an area at the back of the club. Silver beads that reflected whatever light there was from the club served as the door to the "private dance" area. It was lit with black lights that gave a strange, soft glow and had several little rooms no bigger than a phone booth. Within them were large black velvet easy chairs. Laura was small enough that she and John could sit together. "You two look good together." Vanessa said "Just relax, this is gonna be fun." Vanessa began to run her hands slowly down John's chest until she got to his crotch. Then she began to rub her limber body close to his, Laura could already feel the erotic tension between them building. The music in the background seemed to fade away. Vanessa had a sweet, powdery scent about her. John hesitantly began to touch Vanessa, who nodded her approval. She turned to Laura, who also touched her soft, dark skin. Vanessa turned to her and smiled widely. She now turned to Laura, giving her a soft kiss on her neck. She sat up a little and removed her top, giving them another look at her cute tits. "You can touch me, you know." she said Laura didn't know what to say but reached out to this young temptress, her tits felt wonderfully soft. "Can I touch you?" Vanessa asked "Yes...please do..." Vanessa felt Laura's big tits through her shirt and giggled. "I've never felt boobs like yours...their awesome...c-can I see them?" She turned to John, who was entranced by everything. "Okay." Laura reached started to unbutton her flannel shirt, just enough for her. Vanessa gasped when she saw her tits. "Wow...they're beautiful..." she said as she caressed them, making the nipples harden "Awesome." John turned to Laura and leaned down to kiss her nipples. Vanessa giggled at the sight and impulsively did the same on her other nipple. Laura had her tits being sucked by the man she loved and this exotic dancer who couldn't be much older than her. And she loved it. Vanessa had her right hand on John's crotch and was rubbing it. "Does he have a big cock?" she asked Laura. "Oh yes...very nice." "You wanna see it?" he asked Vanessa looked around to make sure no one was watching, then nodded to him. John began to unzip his jeans, Laura was still getting over the feel of another woman kissing her boobs. Vanessa reached in and pulled out his throbbing dick. "Oh yeah, you were right!" she giggled. Vanessa began to caress John's dick, Laura had unbuttoned her shirt fully and was caressing her tits as she watched. John turned to her. "Rub your pussy...go ahead." he said in a soft tone she somehow heard. Vanessa turned to see Laura's hand go inside her jeans. She turned again to see if the coast was clear, then slid her panties off. She was now completely naked in front of them. "Whoa!" John said, trying not to get too excited. Vanessa's body was just as stunning even in the low light of the private dance room. She crouched down and was soon sucking John's dick. Laura was hypnotized, she wasn't offended that someone else was pleasuring her boyfriend, she was having too much fun pleasuring herself. John looked over at her, his face was pure pleasure too. "Fuck her...fuck her, babe." Laura said Vanessa heard what was said and looked around again. "I can't do that...but you two can." she said to them. "I'll keep a lookout." she said with a smile. John & Laura nodded at each other and moved quickly. Laura slid her jeans down and Vanessa noticed her lack of underwear. "No panties? Wow! You guys are kinky!" she giggled. "Saves time." John said as Laura lay back in the big chair. John's jeans were down around his ankles but he had enough room to fuck Laura. Vanessa wedged herself in too and sucked Laura's tits as John fucked her. "I love your boobs!" Vanessa said "Oh god...I love being fucked!" Laura gasped. Everyone was immensely turned on. Vanessa gave little kisses to her and John, Laura was in heaven as John fucked her. The excitement of the moment was all too short as John exploded into Laura's pussy. There was little time for contemplation. Vanessa looked around apprehensively. "Man, I'm lucky...some girl got caught in here last week and they fired her on the spot." she said as she quickly dressed "I'll go find Serena." And with that, Vanessa left the room. John and Laura looked at one another and giggled in between hugs. "Oh my god that was so crazy!" she said "Come on..." John said breathlessly "We've gotta make this look good." The pair got a couple of suspicious looks as they quietly exited the private dance room. Someone from the club immediately went in after they left, probably looking for evidence. Luckily, they found none. They found Vanessa at the bar with a pretty blonde they'd seen earlier onstage. "I'm Serena, you're Laura I take it?" "Y-yes, I wanna enter your amateur dancer contest." "Okay..." Serena began "There's 5 girls competing, first prize is 5 grand, second 2,500 and third is a 1,000...looks like you might need a costume, or did you bring your own?" "She'll need one." Vanessa said "How do you know, did you see her boobs already?" Serena said, sounding annoyed. "Not exactly...I just think she'd look good in one." John couldn't help but snicker at what Serena said. Laura bashfully covered her mouth. Serena looked at Laura, then pulled out a sheet of paper. "Okay, sign this...your costume coordinator here..." she said turning to Vanessa "...will get you set up." "Come with me." Laura turned to John, who gave her a quick kiss. "Knock 'em dead babe!" he said Vanessa led Laura into what passed for a dressing room at the club. Several old metal lockers lined a wall, all with dents or graffiti on them. A row of makeup tables with lights were against a wall and she got a look at her "competition" as it were. A tall brassy blonde with big tits was eagerly brushing her hair. "Hi, I'm Vicki!" she said "Laura, Laura Austin." "You come for the contest, huh?" "Yes, you too?" "Shit, I'll be happy if I get second." she laughed "My girlfriend dared me to enter this." "Mine too." she replied nervously "I mean, my boyfriend dared me to enter!" Vicki laughed. "That's OK, good luck." she said as she walked off. "Okay, all the outfits are basically the same, saves on expenses." Vanessa said. The costumes were variations on a satin camisole and matching short-shorts. "You'd look good in this." she said handing Laura a pink satin outfit. "That looks good, I'll wear that one." "Cool!" she said "I've got another set to do, the DJ will call you onstage when it's time. You can leave your clothes in the lockers there, they'll be safe." "Okay." Vanessa looked at her, then gave her a kiss on the lips. "You're beautiful...I hope you win." she said Laura was too stunned to reply as she walked off. Laura took a deep breath and undressed with another dancer watching her. "Oooooweee...you got some boobs there, girlfriend!" "Th-thanks..." Laura finished dressing and checked herself in the big mirror. She looked down at her tits. "Well girls, it's all up to you now." she said to herself. "ALLLLRIGHT! It's show time at the Tally-Ho!" the DJ bellowed in a deep voice "We've got five lovely, lllllusty ladies all vying for five thousand smackers...are you ready?" The "crowd" murmured in response. "I can't hear you...you wanna see some amateur tits and ass?" Now they responded. Laura stood at the side of the stage watching. "First up...say hello to the vivacious...Vicky!" Vicky went out to the strains of the Rolling Stones "Satisfaction" and did a wild striptease that generated the usual amount of bills for her to grab. Watching their reaction made her nervous, then she saw John returning to his seat with another beer. She realized that he must have a strategy, stay away from the stage when someone else was on. That way she'd only be dancing for him, not competing for his attention. "Smart guy!" she thought. The next dancer was named Chrissie. She had brown hair but seemed pretty ditzy in her moves, plus she nearly fell off the stage at one point. "What music would you like?" the DJ/MC asked. "Oh, uh...ZZ Top...do you have that song "Apologies to Pearly"?" "As a matter of fact I do...how do you know that song?" "I'm from Texas." she shrugged. The DJ's eyes lit up "Me, too!" he said but before he could tell her where he saw his cue to be onstage "You got it." he said "ALLLLLRIGHT! Our final dancer is a lovely lady...say hello to Little Laura from Austin!" Her first impulse was to correct him, she was from Rocky Hill, Texas. Not Austin! "Now or never." she thought. The screaming guitar instrumental came on and Laura did every bump and grind move she could think of, shaking her ass, provocatively pulling on her camisole shirt to the crowd's delight. The slide guitar made her slide on the floor and when she pulled off her shirt, the crowd screamed its approval as they saw her gorgeous tits. She shoved her tits into John's face as he watched, absolutely hypnotized. She saw the kid in the denim jacket and found herself looking into his eyes as she slowly pulled her shorts down and showed her "girl goodies" to him and the rest of the crowd. As fast as it started, her spot was over and the crowd was yelling for more. The stage littered with ones, fives and more than a few twenties. Just a Small Town Girl Ch. 02 She grabbed all the money tossed on the stage, and realized why Vanessa and the other dancers carried those little purses. Being naked onstage leaves you with no pockets. Serena met her backstage with a big smile. "You did great, just get your costume on...he'll call everyone back onstage." All the competing dancers returned to the stage, clothed this time. Laura was too dazed and excited as she stood with the other dancers. "ALLLLRIGHT! Our judges have made their decision!" Judges? She never saw where they were, she'd assumed the "judges" were those who'd thrown money onstage. Now she was nervous, and hoped it didn't show. "Third prize...that nice check for a thousand smackers goes to...Jennifer!" "Okay" she thought "One down..." She hadn't seen "Jennifer" dance but she seemed cute enough for the prize. "Second place...that check for twenty-five hundred dollars goes to...VICKY!" Vicky excitedly jumped up and down as she collected her check. "Two down" she thought "If that dope Chrissie wins I'm gonna be pissed!" "Alright...drum roll please..." a booming drum roll played over the speakers. "A check for five thousand dollars goes to...gee, wouldn't it be funny if it went to me?" he joked The crowd yelled for him to get on with it. Laura's heart was beating so fast, she thought it would burst out of her chest. The drum roll continued, it matched the beating of her heart. She closed her eyes and smiled. "OK...the winner of the five thousand dollar first prize is....LAURA!" She screamed with joy as the crowd cheered with her. The other girls hugged her and she looked for John, he was screaming as loudly as everyone else, maybe louder, and pumping his fist in the air. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion for her, it was like an incredible dream. The DJ presented her with the check, it was real, alright. The other dancers came back onstage and she was met by Serena. "Congratulations! You were fantastic!" she said happily "I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" Laura said breathlessly. "Well, believe it girl. Come on, you need to sign some paperwork in the office." "What about my boyfriend?" "He's on his way too." Laura was led into a small office where an older gentleman sat behind a big desk. She realized it was the same man they'd seen when they came in the club. "How ya doin'?" he said in a thick New York accent "I'm Joe Malloy, I run this place." "Joe's the owner." Serena said as they shook hands. "You did a great job up there...these are the garbage the IRS sends me...just a formality." John arrived in the office now. They happily hugged one another. "You did a helluva job up there...how'd you like to work here permanently?" he asked as she began to read the release papers he gave her. "For real?" she exclaimed "Yeah...for real." he said as he took a puff on his cigar and offered one to John. "You're serious?" John now asked. "Sure, I am. Place like this, the girls come and go. Nights like this are how I get new talent in, if you know what I mean." John looked at the papers and nodded at her to sign them, they looked legit. "And what if she said no?" he asked as she signed her name. "You just won five grand..." Joe replied "Spend it in good health." Joe replied. The offer sure was tempting. "Thanks, but I think we'll take the money." John said. "Well, wait a minute." Laura now said thoughtfully "We'll be in town for a couple of days. John needs to do some work on our van...could we think it over and give you a final answer in a few days?" Joe slowly twirled the cigar in his mouth as he thought it over. "Okay...you got a deal." he said "Let me know at the end of the week, how 'bout that?" Laura reached over and they shook hands. "You got a deal." "You're my kinda girl." he chuckled "Get yourself some dinner, on the house." "Let me get dressed first!" Laura laughed "I need to get a little air, babe!" she said excitedly to John as they left the office. "OK, I'll be out in a sec." Laura went outside the club to where their van was parked. Parked nearby was a silver Honda Accord with Connecticut license plates. The guy in the denim jacket was standing next to it, eating a hot dog and drinking what looked like a Coke. "Hey! I saw you in the club." she said to him. "Oh, yeah, you were onstage...looks like you won the contest too." "Yeah! Can you believe it? My first time too!" she said excitedly. "Well, congratulations." "Is this your car?" "Uh-huh, it's come a long way with me, still has a ways to go, too." "Where are you headed?" "California, gonna work for a friend of mine out there." he said "He's the one who added the little graffiti here." He meekly pointed to the crudely painted message in bright red on the trunk lid that said "Hollywood or Bust". The "bust" was accented with two little breasts underneath and the Honda emblem served as the "H". Laura laughed at it. "What did he use? Lipstick?" she laughed "I don't know, I just hope it's washable." he laughed in return. "So you've driven all the way out from Connecticut?" "Right." "Wow, what made you stop here? Just curious." "Well, I always wanted to see Vegas so I figured a little detour wouldn't hurt." he said "I'm Jim, by the way." "Laura, Laura Austin." "Ah, so it's not Little Laura from Austin?" "Not at all!" she laughed "I can't believe that guy screwed up my name." "How dare he!" "What are you gonna be doing out there?" "Oh, my friend started this photo business, he calls me "Hollywood Jim". I think he wants to be the next Pompeo Posar." "Pom-who?" she laughed Jim laughed as well. "Pompeo Posar, he's like a famous photographer who did all the famous super models and Playboy girls." "Oh! Wonder if he'd do me?" she laughed again. "Maybe, I, uh, know I would." he replied nervously before suddenly correcting himself "Photograph you, I mean!" Laura smiled bashfully, she was flattered by this stranger's charms. She saw that the stranger had the same look she did. She saw John come out of the club. "Oh, I see my boyfriend coming over." "He's a lucky guy, I should be going anyway, this was just a little stopover for me." Laura thought for a second, then gave the charming stranger a quick kiss. "Maybe you'll get to photograph me someday." The stranger was surprised by her impulsive move. "Yeah, uh, I'd be p-proud to." he stammered as he got into his car. "Good luck, Jim...see you in Hollywood." As he drove off she could hear "Hotel California" playing on his car stereo. "Who was that?" John asked "Oh, guy who saw me dance. He's on his way to California, too." "Maybe we'll see him there." "Yeah, you never know who you might meet out there." The pair hugged tightly and John picked her up and they twirled around the parking lot, their laughter could be heard everywhere. They were winners at last. Just a Small Town Girl "I want it...do me...do everything...do it..." she moaned John also had a look of desire on his face. "You want it?" "I want it...want you to fuck me...fuck me....fuck me now..." John turned her around and bent her over the door of the car. She knew what was coming and she couldn't wait. John's hardness quickly filled her and she joyfully moaned as he fucked her from behind, his hips gently pounding into her. It felt so good! They were both so worked up she didn't mind when he quickly exploded into her pussy. She loved it, she loved all of it. John went back to town to continue work on his van and Laura reported for another long night at the Super Cheap. The morning sun was just coming up when she saw John's van pull up to the entrance. He hopped out of the driver's side. "She's all fixed!" he said happily "Great..." she replied, then suddenly realized what that meant "So...you'll be leaving." "Uh-huh, it was great meeting you." he said "I'll let you know when I get to California." A twinge of sadness came over her. "I wish y-you could stay..." she stammered "I-I do too..." he started "I'd better go." John embraced her and gave her a quick kiss, then got back in the van and started to put on his sunglasses. He put the van in gear and started to drive out of the lot. "Wait!" Laura yelled, running up to the driver's side "Wait one minute!" John looked confused as she turned around and ran back to the cafe's doors, it looked like she was locking them. Laura ran back to the van and climbed in on the passenger's side. "Let's go!" she said happily "Go where?" "California!" she said excitedly "You're serious?" John asked "You betcha!" she replied "You asked me if I ever wondered what was out there, maybe it's time I found out." John put the van in gear and drove off. "California, here we come!" he said "Yes, there's one thing I want to do first." Laura said The diner doll of Rocky Hill, Texas, proceeded to rip open the uncomfortable waitress uniform she'd worn every lonely night, and toss it out the window of the van. "Awesome!" John said as he saw her in just her bra and panties. Laura looked at him and smiled. "Might as well keep going." she said as she removed her bra and threw it out the window. "Go all the way, babe." John said This time, "go all the way" had some meaning. Laura gave the waistband of her panties a good yank, tearing them, and her panties went out the window too. She was riding in his van totally naked, and loving it! They rode on down the highway together. Back in Rocky Hill, the locals were stunned to see the "Closed" sign on the door. It was perhaps the only time the Super Chief Cafe` had been closed. Though some disagreed, saying it had closed when LBJ died. Possibly it was when the Cowboys lost a Super Bowl game. Nevertheless, when Laura left town, she took the cafe's keys with her. "Excuse me, Miss?" a man's voice said, bringing Laura back to reality, as it were. "Huh? Oh, yes?" "We'll be landing in a few minutes, please fasten your seat belt." "Yes...yes, of course." she replied She'd been idly stroking the key that hung on a gold chain around her neck. It was a reminder of the past she'd kept with her. The Gulfstream smoothly landed in the California twilight and taxied to a large private hangar on the edge of the runway. Parked inside were several cars of different sizes and colors. The brightly lit hangar made all the cars shimmer, especially with the darkness outside. The most prized one was the huge black Mercedes 600 sedan that belonged to the CEO. But it would be unused on this night. Laura exited the plane and went into the office. As she waited to sign some paperwork, she glanced up at the TV monitor on the wall. It was tuned to a cable news channel where "Washington Tonight", Laura D'Atri's evening political show was on. Her lead guest this evening was none other than the CEO whose plane she'd flown in on. "I wonder how she got her job?" she chuckled to herself. She remembered how a TV career was launched via a political scandal, and also how she avoided being drawn into that scandal, thanks to the discretion of a friend. Signatures in place, the FAA happy, she went back out to the small collection of cars in the hangar and tossed a Dolce & Gabbana carry-on bag into her maroon 1975 Corvette convertible., a gift from a grateful "friend". She was about to start it, then thought back to that girl from Rocky Hill, Texas, and where that girl was today. She also thought about a certain friend who knew the meaning of discretion. She took out her cellphone, checked her voice mail and text messages as usual, then scrolled through the address book. Names like "Ben Dover", "Larry Leisuresuit" and "J.J. Jameson" were aliases that only she knew the true identity of. When she got to one name, however, she stopped and smiled. She started the Corvette and the rumble of the L-82 engine another "friend" had generously modified echoed through the vast hangar. "I wonder what Hollywood Jim is up to tonight..." she said to herself as she drove out of the hangar and unleashed the Corvette's power on the highway.