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 THE HARD BODY SHOP CLERK: A NEW BEGINNING BY DL SLOAN

   CHAPTER ONE: HEADING WEST ... WITH A HITCH Cori Banks looked out the
window of the jet, watching her past life in little Darien, Georgia, and
her job at the Hard Body Shop slip away.  She hoped to get back someday
soon.  She loved her co-workers, Ben, John and Ty, with whom she had
developed a unique working relationship.  She had worn sexy clothes for
them and fucked them all on a regular basis.  Other than the sex, they
treated her like a family member - always caring for her, protecting her,
making her feel special.  They were like family and she missed them
already.

   But her real family - her step-dad - needed her now.  He was living just
outside San Diego, a far cry from Georgia.  He was sick and needed someone
to care for him.  Cori's mother had left him long ago and Cori had never
forgiven her.  Even though Cori was 15 before he met and married her
mother, she always got along well with Norm.  They were never particularly
close - she was so busy with cheerleading and gymnastics and he was busy
with his restaurant -- that they never spent lots of time together, but he
was always nice and Cori had developed an affection for him.  He was
certainly more of a father than her real dad.  Still Cori, now 22, hadn't
seen him for three years, since he moved to San Diego after the divorce.

   She knew he ran a truck stop with a partner somewhere around San Diego,
but that was about it.  She hadn't heard from him in over a year, then out
of the blue, she got a call from Chuck, his business partner.  Her
62-year-old step-dad had suffered a moderate stroke.  He was going to be
all right, but he had lost some movement in his right side and struggled to
get around.  Cori knew he was alone with no family other than her and her
cheating mother.  He had no one to help him run errands, do chores, change
clothes or bathe.  And his truck stop was hurting and he had neither the
ability or the means to help.  Even though he wasn't flesh and blood,
Cori's heart went out to him.  She felt for him and knew it was up to her
to help.  It was a tough decision to make to leave Georgia, but she had no
choice.  She couldn't live with herself if she didn't go.

   In some ways, Cori was looking forward to it.  The last two years of her
life had been mostly about sex.  Cori liked it and was good at it and,
well, she was made for it.  She was 5-6, 120 pounds with an all-natural
36C-22-34 body.  She had natural blonde hair just past her shoulders, blue
eyes, a pert nose, full lips and a pretty white smile.  She was what the
guys liked to call a hard body - firm and fit all over.  Those big breasts
sat up high on her chest and seemed to defy gravity with or without a bra.
She had long, rubbery nipples that were quite sensitive and usually at
least semi-erect.  Her firm ass was perfectly round and tight and her pussy
was a moist slice of perfection, with puffy pink lips and a carefully
trimmed blonde tuft of hair.  She had magnificent legs that were toned from
hours of exercise.  She had a deep, healthy looking all-over tan.  She had
a pierced navel and a tiny red heart tattooed on her left ass cheek.

   This fantastic body had been put to the test many times, as she often
was fucked anywhere from 3 to 10 times a day.  Her fitness, flexibility and
stamina were essential to keeping up with the high demand on her body.  So,
in a way, she was looking forward to a break from some of that.  She
wouldn't have to have sex all the time or even look sexy.  What a change of
pace that would be.

   Even dressed in normal clothes, Cori could turn heads.  But, of course,
her attire at the Hard Body Shop had been anything but normal.  Thongs,
bikinis, hot pants, lingerie and the like comprised her wardrobe.  She
seldom wore anything else.  She hadn't realized how comfortable she had
become in those clothes until she went to pack for San Diego and realized
she had almost no "normal" attire left.

   Not knowing how long she'd be gone or what she might need, she had
decided to take most of it.  The only panties she had were thongs or bikini
panties and she had just one pair of tennis shoes - everything else was
high heels.  She had no bras whatsoever (the guys had burned them all
during a cookout one night).  She had no long pants - seldom needed them in
Georgia and probably wouldn't in San Diego either.  All of her shorts were
extremely short and extremely tight - the guys always bought clothes for
her that were at least one or two sizes too small.  She had no standard
blouses or sweaters.  She had an ample assortment of tube tops, crop tops,
halter tops, low cut blouses and half-sweaters.  All of her dresses were
minis, often backless or with huge slits up the sides.  Her skirts were
also minis.  She had plenty of thigh-high stockings and a wardrobe full of
lingerie and catsuits.  She had some fantasy outfits, like French maid,
schoolgirl and cheerleader costumes.  She had tons of bikinis and skimpy
workout clothes.

   She knew she probably wouldn't wear most of this stuff in San Diego, but
since it was all she had and none of it took up much room, she packed a
wide assortment in two bags with plans to normalize her wardrobe once she
reached San Diego.  Ben was going to send out some of her bulkier items -
like her immense assortment of heels - separately.  But Cori hoped she
wouldn't need most of it.  It would be fun to shop for some new clothes.

   Cori had settled on some red heels, daisy duke shorts and a white tank
top for her trip but was thinking about her shopping spree when the pilot
came over the intercom.  "May I have your attention please.  We are
experiencing some mechanical problems and are going to have to land in
Houston.  There is no reason for alarm.  But we wanted to make you aware of
this unscheduled stop and apologize for the inconvenience."

   Cori didn't really mind that much.  She was comfortable and relaxed. 
The plane was only half full and she had a row to herself.  It was quiet
and peaceful.  Again, a nice change.

   They landed in Houston about 20 minutes later and about 30 minutes after
that the pilot instructed everyone that they would have to get off the
plane.  "Sorry," the captain said, "but it turns out some repairs are
needed.  We will re-route you on another flight as soon as possible."

   Cori got off and went to the ticket counter.  The next flight to San
Diego was already full and there wouldn't be another one until tomorrow. 
"But," the man at the counter said, dropping his eyes to her slender waist,
"I'll be happy to set you up with a place to stay tonight.  Free, if you
don't mind a little company." Cori was so disgusted she walked away.  To
hell with the airlines.  She'd rent a car instead.

   She knew she sent off a sexy, slutty vibe with her body and the way she
dressed, so she understood why men were often aggressive in their advances
toward her.  That wasn't generally the case inside the little town of
Darien where everyone knew everyone and Cori's position at the shop was
understood - if not always approved of.  But she wasn't in Darien anymore
and Cori's hard body and sexy little outfit had men stopping just to watch
her walk.  Frustrated at the delays and leering eyes, she moved quickly
through the airport, her bags slung over her shoulders, her tits jiggling,
her ass swaying oh-so-invitingly back and forth as her long legs and high
heels strode out confidently.  She was talking the talk in her head, but
her body was certainly walking a different walk.  If it looks like a slut
and walks like a slut...Cori thought in her head.  Well, she knew
otherwise, even if they didn't.

   Regardless of what anyone thought, sex figured to be the last thing she
was involved in from now on.  She'd dress normal, take care of her step-dad
and get a normal job.  It wouldn't be easy, but Cori thought the change
would be good for her nonetheless.

   Trying to save money, she rented the smallest, cheapest compact car they
had and toted her bags out to the lot.  It was about 6 o'clock and Cori
figured she could drive for another two or three hours before stopping for
the night and finishing her drive tomorrow.  That was the plan.  An hour
later, the plan changed again.

   The car sputtered, lurched and the engine went dead.  Cori steered it
safely to the side of the road, coasting to a stop.  Steam started to roll
out from under the hood and Cori knew she was in trouble.  The last sign
had said 34 miles to the next town.  The last exit had been at least five
miles back.  Walking anywhere wasn't an option.

   It was desolate stretch of highway.  There was nothing but flat, open
land all around.  Very few cars were on the road so Cori did the only thing
she could think to do.  She stood in front of the car and held out her
thumb, not that it mattered.  Her tits, ass and legs were already sticking
out, more than enough of a signal to any male passerby.

   One car with what appeared to be a family passed her, but the next did
not.  It was an old pickup truck.  There were two guys inside.

   "Holy shit," the passenger exclaimed as they got close enough to see
Cori alongside the road.  "Look at that!"

   "It's our lucky day!" the driver said, slamming on the breaks and
pulling over.

   "Hey babe, need a ride?" the passenger called out his window.

   "Um, yeah, I guess so," Cori said, standing back away from the truck. 
"Do you know how to fix my car?"

   "Afraid not, honey, but we can give you a lift."

   Cori was very reluctant.  She had a very bad experience with a couple
guys back in Georgia just before she left.  They had abducted her and were
somewhat violent toward her before she managed to get away.  She had been
lucky then.  She didn't want to go through it again.  But what choice did
she have?  Refuse the ride and be stuck out here all night?  What if the
next guy was worse?  She debated, then opened the trunk and pulled out her
bags.  The guy in passenger side jumped out and took them, throwing them in
the back of the truck.

   He motioned for Cori to get in first, watching her ass closely as she
stepped into the high truck and slid across the bench-style seat next to
the driver.

   "I'm Jake," the driver said, extending his hand.  Cori judged him to be
in his early 40s with an average build, light brown hair and a weathered
look that suggested he worked outside a lot.  "He's Roy." Roy, the
passenger, was probably about the same age and very stocky with a beer
belly and stringy brown hair.

   "I'm Cori," she said, giving them both her friendliest smile.  "Thank
you so much for picking me up.  I've had the worst luck today." She quickly
told them about the flight and now her car.

   "Well, I'm glad we could help," Jake said, glancing down at Cori's tan
thighs.

   Cori asked them to take her to the next town and drop her off at a
motel. She'd get some dinner, some rest and figure out the travel situation
tomorrow.

   "Sure," Jake said.  "Glad to do it."

   "You know," Roy said, "you're lucky we came along.  There are a lot of
bad people out there, just looking to take advantage of someone like you. A
traveler.  No one knows you're here.  Take your money.  Do bad things to
you.  Yep, mighty lucky indeed."

   "I know," Cori said.  "I'm so thankful."

   "Really," Roy said, leering at her.  "Are you really thankful, Cori? 
Because you're not really showing it so far."

   "What do you mean?" Cori was suddenly nervous, feeling this going badly
already.

   "I mean, if you were really grateful, you'd show us those big tits and
give me a blowjob."

   "What, wait," Cori sputtered.  "I just asked for a simple ride.  No
money, nothing.  I don't owe you anything."

   "Oh, I think you do," Jake said, putting his hand on her thigh.

   "Let me out, please," Cori said.

   "Now, what kind of gentlemen would we be if we let a poor, helpless girl
like you stranded on the side of the road?  I don't how they do things in
Georgia, but around here, we're have a sense of honor.  In fact, I think we
should take her all the way to San Diego, don't you, Roy?"

   "Definitely, all the way," Roy said, putting his hand on her other
thigh.

   "You'd really take me the whole way there?" Cori said.

   "Sure," Jake said.  "Now, if we do that, don't you think you could show
us some appreciation?"

   "Well, I wish I could repay you some other way."

   "Nope, don't want money or anything else.  Just some friendly
entertainment and companionship.  Seems like a good deal to me," Roy said.
"We'll pay for motels and food and gas.  You just be real friendly and
we'll call it even."

   "Real friendly," Jake said, squeezing her thigh.  "You know all about
being real friendly to guys, don't you sweet thing?"

   "I don't know," Cori said.  "I ... uh, guess so.  Is that really the
only way we can do this?  Can't you just drop me off at the next town? 
I'll take off my top for you."

   "But you'd still be stranded tomorrow," Jake said.  "No, this is the
only way to make sure you get there safely.  It's our duty to help you. 
All we ask is for a little show of appreciation in return."

   Cori's mind spun, trying to think of a way out.  On one hand, if she
tried to run or get away, they'd probably just rape her and leave her
stranded or kill her.  On the other hand, if she went along with it and
gave them what they wanted, Cori believed they probably would take her all
the way to San Diego.  What might happen then, she didn't know, but it
sounded better than the alternative.

   "OK," Cori said.  "I'll do it.  Just, please, nothing too rough, OK? 
Don't hurt me and I'll be a good girl for you."

   "Now that sounds like the deal of the day," Roy chuckled.  Wasting no
time, he reached for Cori, feeling her breasts in his chubby hands.  "Damn!
These are nice!  I can see why you don't need a bra.  They're real too,
aren't they?"

   "Yes," Cori said.

   "You gotta feel these, man," Roy said, cupping them and holding them up
toward Jake.  Roy took the wheel while Jake turned and grabbed a quick
handful of Cori's bountiful boobs.

   "Get that fucking shirt off her," Jake said, taking the wheel back.

   Roy quickly tugged the tank top over Cori's head and both men anxiously
watched her breasts bobble into view.  Her nipples were partially erect and
Roy immediately began fondling them, pinching them to feel their rubbery
texture, tweaking them to make them even harder.

   "Holy shit," he kept saying.  "Great tits, man.  Fuckin' great tits."

   "Shake `em for us, bitch," Jake said.  Roy stopped playing with them for
a second and Cori started twisting her torso back and forth, making her
breasts shake and wobble, bouncing into each other with loud smacks. 
"Bounce up and down," Jake instructed.  Cori kept twisting but added the
bouncing component Jake wanted, raising herself up off the seat, making her
jiggling tits bounce up and down and side to side all at once.  Roy looked
like a sucker trying to keep up with the ball in a shell game as his eyes
and head bounced in unison with Cori's tits.  Cori could tell that Jake was
the brains of this duo.

   The shake show came to an end when Roy, unable to contain himself any
longer, lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist and buried his face
in her tits.  He was even kissing them.  Just slobbering and licking and
rubbing the nipples across his forehead.  Soon, his hands made the
inevitable trip from her breasts to her hips to her thighs.  He jammed his
hands between her thighs as she accommodated by spreading her legs.  He
cupped her pussy through her shorts, then slid a finger under the crotch
band and inside her thong, feeling that juicy warmth for the first time.

   "Oh, you gotta feel this," Roy said, drawing in a deep breath as he
finally pulled away from her boobs.  He gripped Cori's shorts and roughly
dragged them over her hips and off her long legs.  He lifted her right leg
onto his lap, sticking her foot out the window.  Now, her pussy was exposed
with only a thin red thong left to try to provide some modesty.  Roy
quickly flipped it to the side of her pussy lips and held her pussy open
with both hands, giving Jake a free shot.  Keeping on hand on the wheel,
Jake dug two fingers into Cori's snatch, rubbing roughly over her exposed
clit and squeezing her pussy as if trying to squeeze the juice out of an
orange.

   "This is going to be the best trip we ever had," Jake said to Roy.  "You
spotted her first, why don't you go ahead and take the first turn.  Then,
we'll pull over and switch."

   Roy didn't need to be asked twice.  He quickly removed the thong and
hung it over the rearview mirror.  He pulled Cori's leg back inside the
truck and lifted her onto his lap.  He kept one hand between her thighs,
diddling her pussy, while the other tugged at his zipper.  He raised his
hips and pushed his pants down to his knees and dropped Cori back on his
lap, his erect 6-inch cock sticking up between her slender thighs.  Her
skin was so soft, he almost came just from that contact, but he took a
couple deep breaths to calm himself down, then lifted her back up.  "Stick
it in, bitch," he said.  Cori put her hands between her legs and grabbed
his thick shaft.  It wasn't a huge cock in terms of length, but the girth
was impressive.  It was thick, meaty and solid.  In spite of the
circumstances, Cori felt her pussy - as if it had a mind of it's own --
welcome his cock, ready to be filled.

   Roy lowered her slowly until she had it lined up properly and he felt
his head pop into her oh-so-wet pussy.  Then, he dropped her the rest of
the way, letting her fall onto his cock, her own weight driving his 6
inches into her.  "Oh shit!" Roy yelled.  He put his hands on her hips and
pressed her down on him, lifting his thighs off the seat as he tried to get
as much of himself inside of her as possible.

   "Fuck that cunt!" Jake yelled, hitting the horn repeatedly as they sped
down the open road.  "Drill it deep, man, drill it deep!"

   Roy lifted Cori off his cock, holding her sweet pussy a tantalizing
couple off inches from his now very erect, very interested cock.  He slowly
lowered her back on to him, pulling down on her hips once more to make sure
he got full penetration.

   "This bitch must be some kind of prude," Roy grunted.  "Or else she's
got a boyfriend with a tiny dick, because this is one tight pussy!" Cori's
mind was racing at the sudden turn of events - from leaving Georgia to
plane problems to car problems to this - but she had to smile as Roy's
grossly inaccurate statement.  She had been fucked several times daily,
often by cocks considerably larger than Roy's.  The only truth to his
statement was that she did, indeed, still have a remarkably tight pussy. 
She didn't know why, but she knew every guy commented on it, so it had to
be true.  Perhaps it was because she kept herself in such good shape. 
Maybe it was because she exercised her pussy muscles.  And maybe she was
just a freak of nature, genetically engineered to be the perfect fuck
machine.  Regardless, Cori was very proud of her tight, hard body and
appreciated compliments, even from creepy guys like Roy.

   "She's not a virgin, is she?" Jake said hopefully.

   "No," Roy said, "But she sure hasn't had much of this.  Guess this trip
is going to be a real pussy, I mean, eye-opener, for you, huh bitch?"

   "Yeah," Cori panted, putting her hands on the dash board to brace
herself as Roy continued to slide her up and down on his shaft.  "Teach me
everything you know, just don't be too rough."

   "For a bitch who doesn't know much about fucking, you sure dress like a
slut," Jake said.  "At first I thought you were a hooker.  Come on, Roy,
fuck that little whore!"

   Roy was picking up the pace now, reaching around to grab Cori's tits as
he drove his cock into the depths of her pussy time and time again.  He was
surprised he was lasting this long, but he wasn't complaining.  Every
second was pure pleasure.  He didn't want it to end, but when it did, he
pulled out and shot his wad straight up in the air, most of it landing on
the underside of Cori's tits and on her belly.

   "Didn't want you to have to have sloppy seconds," Roy said to Jake, "and
I couldn't hold back long enough to make her suck it."

   "Thanks," Jake said.  "My turn." He quickly guided the car to the side
of the road and hopped out.  He and Roy switched places and a minute later,
they were back on the road, Roy behind the while and Cori once again
mounted on top of a cock.  Jake's was a little larger, almost as thick but
nearly two inches longer.  He was strong and showed it off by lifting Cori
until only the head of his cock was inside her, then spinning her halfway
around so she faced him.

   "Spin cycle!" Roy laughed.  "Spin that bitch like a top.  Make that
pussy dance for you."

   After a few hard cock strokes and a couple tugs on her tits, Jake spun
her again so that she was facing away from him.  Cori's long, flexible legs
quickly bent and swung around his torso to accommodate the spins, making it
a fairly smooth transition each time.  He continued to bounce her up and
down as he spun her around on his cock, enjoying the various views of her
body that this constant motion afforded.  He wasn't able to last
particularly long either and soon spewed his load all over her ass and
back.

   "Whew!" Jake said, admiring his work splattered across Cori's golden
tanned skin.  "I needed that!  Next time, you little bitch, I'll be able to
fuck you real good."

   "Me fuck you long time!" Roy chortled.

   "Might even make you cum," Jake said.  "Bet a guy's never made you cum
before, huh?"

   "No," Cori said, lying but telling them what she knew they wanted to
hear.  "Do you think you can do it?"

   "Fuck yeah," Jake said.  "I'll have that pussy of yours whistling a tune
by the time I'm done playing it.  This is your lucky day.  You're going to
get fucked better than you ever have before.  You liked my big cock, didn't
you?"

   "Yes," Cori said meekly.  "Is that bad?"

   "Very," Roy said lustily.  "You're very bad.  Very naughty.  But you
like being a naughty whore, don't you?  I bet you can't wait for me to fuck
your ass or to swallow my cum, can you?  I bet you masturbate every night
dreaming of guys like us.  Well, you're dream has come true, babe.  Hard
cock day and night.  You'll be a nympho slut by the time we get to San
Diego.  You'll be needing cock all the time and you can thank us."

   "Thank you," Cori said.  "I do like being... naughty.  My step-dad would
be so ashamed.  Please don't tell him when we get there."

   "Now why would we go and tell someone something that is obvious to
everyone but you?" Jake said, a little too cruelly, Cori thought.  "Anyone
can tell just be looking at your body, looking at how you dress that you're
a slutty little whore."

   Ben, John and Ty would never have said anything so mean to her.  Sure,
they called her a slut and a whore from time to time, but that was either
joking or in the heat of the moment when dirty talk was just another way to
enhance the experience.  Cori was realizing just how much those guys had
protected her and how unique their respect and appreciation of her was. 
They used her for their pleasure, but it was never cruel or demeaning -
except for Chad, but that was a different story.  Chad would have fit in
well with these guys, Cori thought, a chilling notion that sent a shiver up
her spine.  Chad had abducted and abused her shortly before her departure
from Georgia and it had been a harrowing, nearly deadly encounter.  She
still couldn't tell if these guys were to be feared or not, but she wasn't
taking any chances.  She was going to play along as best she could and try
to keep them happy.

   They let her sit naked between them for the next hour or so.  They
randomly played with her tits and pussy while the cum dried all over her
body.  It was getting dark and Cori wondered if they would stop soon.  She
needed to pee, was hungry and wanted to sleep.

   "We're getting low on gas," Roy announced.  "Better stop soon." A few
miles later, they found an exit with a lone gas station.  The bright lights
from the station shown out brilliantly through the late evening gloom. 
They pulled up to the pump and Cori asked if she could get dressed and go
to the restroom.

   "Tank top and thong only," Jake declared.

   "But..." Cori started to protest.

   "Shut up," Jake spat interrupted.  "There's no one around except the
clerk.  He probably makes $5 an hour, so I think he deserves a little show
for the trouble, don't you?  Quit acting like you don't like showing off
that little ass of yours.  Keep complaining and I'll make you go in naked
and fuck the clerk."

   "OK," Cori said.  "No shorts, just the thong."

   "I thought you'd see it my way," Jake nodded.  Just then, a car pulled
up to the pump next to them and a young guy, probably in his late teens,
stepped out.  Jake had an idea.  "Before you pee, pump the gas and wash the
windshield."

   "What?"

   "You heard me.  Pump the gas and clean the windshield.  If you're not
going to pay for the gas, the least you can do is put it in the fucking
truck."

   "Of course," Cori nodded, climbing over him and hopping down out of the
truck.  The jump made her tits bounce and the guy in the car immediately
took notice.  He glanced at Roy and Jake, who smiled and nodded, letting
him know it was OK to look all he wanted.

   Cori walked around the truck, her heels clicking on the pavement, her
ass shaking brazenly, both cheeks bare and separated by that tiny thong. 
She smiled at the guy and said hello, making no effort to conceal herself.
This wasn't all that uncomfortable for Cori.  She had long ago lost any
inhibitions related to walking around in skimpy clothes, having done it all
the time at the shop and all around town.

   She grabbed the handle and started pumping the gas, letting the pump run
while she retrieved the squeegee for the windshield.  The big truck was
wide and high off the ground, making it difficult for her to reach.  She
had to stretch as far as she could, bending over the hood in her heels. 
Using one hand to balance and the other to clean the windshield, she could
do nothing about the thong creeping up between her pussy lips.  She could
do nothing to hide the dried cum on her back now glistening in the pale
light.  She could do nothing about her nipples hardening and poking through
her tank top.  Her body was her best asset and her own worst enemy.

   The guy in the car had stopped even pretending to look away and now
stood just a few feet away, staring at her openly displayed pussy.  Jake
and Roy were both out of the truck, also admiring the great view.

   "You know, my windshield is pretty dirty too," the guy said.

   "Really?  Cori'd be glad to clean it for you," Jake said.

   "Sure," Cori nodded.  "I'm just finished here anyway." She walked toward
the car, squeegee in hand, conscious of all eyes on her swaying ass and
jiggling tits.

   "Hold on," Jake said, stopping her in her tracks.  "I think there's a
better way for you to do that.  Bend over."

   He took the squeegee from her as she bent over.  Roy quickly pulled her
thong down and Jake handed the squeegee to their lucky new friend.  "I
think that handle would just about fit, don't you?"

   The guy understood immediately and grinned.  "Absolutely."

   Roy pulled Cori's pussy lips apart while the stranger dipped the
squeegee handle in the bucket of washer fluid, then aimed the dripping
rubber shaft between her legs.  Cori grunted as the thick, stiff handle
entered her, but Roy held her steady until a good five or six inches was
lodged securely in her tight hole.  Jake and Roy lifted Cori onto the hood
of the car and she knelt with her ass pointing toward the windshield.  They
stood on both sides of the car, watching her while the stranger got in his
car and watched the action from the driver's seat.

   "Wash it good, up and down, side to side," Jake instructed.  Cori shook
her little ass and hips, humping and thrusting in all directions, doing her
best to cover the windshield.  She kicked off her heels and turned onto her
back, spreading her legs and humping toward the guy's face as she pushed
the squeegee to the top of the windshield.  Jake and Roy grabbed both feet
and spread her legs so that she was doing the splits across the hood.

   Cori felt like an x-rated Tawny Kittaen in that Whitesnake video,
bumping and writhing on the guy's car.  She squeezed her pussy hard around
the rubber shaft, partly to make sure it didn't fall out and partly to make
sure that she didn't accidentally shove it in further.

   "You missed a spot over here," Roy chided, pointing to a perfectly clean
place in the lower corner.  "It's going to take a little bit of elbow ... I
mean, pussy grease to get it clean." Cori shifted her hips to apply the
squeegee to the indicated spot and started thrusting her hips, pushing the
squeegee against the windshield.  "Harder," Roy demanded.  She arched her
back until the only points of contact with the car were the back of her
head and her as she stuck her tits out and thrust her crotch lewdly.

   She closed her eyes and grinded as hard as she could.  She heard
everyone cheering and kept it up until, suddenly, she felt water being
dumped on her head.  She stopped and looked up.  There was a fourth man -
clearly the store clerk with his uniform and name tag - standing next to
her, dumping bottles of water over her head and chest, soaking her thin
white tank top.

   When he had joined the party, Cori wasn't exactly sure, but clearly he
was a welcome addition by the guys, who all picked up bottles of water and
started dumping them on her.  Jake grabbed the squeegee, mercifully pulling
it out of her and tossing it aside.  She lay back on the hood of the car,
spread eagle as they doused her water.  Her tank top was useless at this
point, soaked and thin and transparent, it clung to her dark nipples like
Saran wrap.

   "Water bath now, cum bath later!" Jake shouted.  He grabbed her shirt
and tore it over her head, then pulled her off the hood.  "Now, look what
you've done to this nice guy's car," he scolded her.  "You got it all wet.
Don't you think the least you can do is dry it off?"

   "Of course," Cori said.  "I'm sorry." She got some paper towels and
turned to dry off the car, assuming they wanted her to bend and stretch
again.

   "Hold on," the clerk said suddenly.  "I have something that will work
better." For a middle-aged man at least 50 pounds overweight, he moved
quickly, jogging inside the store and promptly returning with a roll of
duct tape and some sham cloths.

   Jake got it immediately and they quickly placed a sham over each breast,
securing them both with wide bands of duct tape.  They cut another sham
into three small pieces, putting one each on her ass cheeks and over her
pussy.

   "Well, what are you waiting for," Jake demanded.  "Start drying it off."

   Cori hopped back onto to the hood of the car, laying down to press her
tits against the hood.  She slid and squirmed and twisted all over the car,
doing her best to dry it with the few small scraps of fabric strapped to
her body.

   "Hey, you're going to scratch it all up," the driver said, pissing Cori
off.  Who did he think he was?  First, he wanted her to do all this and now
he was worried about his fucking paint job?  "Lay still, slut.  Let's do
this right.  Spread your arms and legs."

   Cori lay flat on the hood, spreading her arms and legs as best she could
from corner to corner.  The guys then took up positions at each corner,
each grabbing the wrist or ankle nearest to them.  Then, working in unison,
they slid her back and forth, up and down on the hood, pushing and pulling
at her, each eyeing the deliciously perfect body displayed before them. 
They were all hard, ready to fuck her, determined to make her wear their
cum.  Cori's smooth, wet skin glistened in the light as she slid easily
over the hood, her rubbery nipples putting up the only real resistance as
they kept getting caught in the seems of the hood.

   Cori had no control right now.  She was at their mercy.  They tossed her
around like a rag doll, sliding her from one corner to the other.  Soon,
they started getting more aggressive, slapping her ass or groping her
crotch.  They flipped her onto her back and tore off all the shams, leaving
her wet and naked.

   The driver pulled his cock out and started stroking it.  Just masturbate
on me, Cori thought.  No gang bang, please.

   "We can't do this here," the clerk said.  "It's always slow here, but
still, someone else could come by.  And once I get started, I don't want to
have to stop."

   "Where then?" Jake demanded.

   "Behind the counter.  It's enclosed in glass with a door.  We can put
her behind there.  If anyone comes, we just keep her on the floor out of
sight."

   "Sounds good," Jake said.  "Let's go."

   He grabbed Cori's wrist and dragged her toward the store when they all
were stopped in their tracks by flashing lights.  Thank god, Cori thought.
Sure enough, it was a deputy sheriff speeding toward them.  He saw Cori and
it was too late to run.

   "What's going on, Howard?" the sheriff's deputy said to the clerk as he
jumped out of the car and started toward Cori, his gun drawn.

   "Nothing, Thomas," Howard said, holding out his palms.  "We were just
having a little fun with this nice young lady.  She needed to go to the
bathroom, so we were showing her the way.  Just being gentlemen."

   "Gentlemen, right," Deputy Thomas Vere said.  "Looks to me like a gang
rape in progress."

   "You can't rape the willing," Jake said.

   "Are you saying she willingly is doing this?"

   "Yes, officer," Jake said.  "I apologize for the indecent conduct, but
she's a bit of an exhibitionist and, well, frankly a nymphomaniac.  We were
driving along and all the sudden she started screaming about how she wanted
to be gang banged.  Call me weak, but I find it hard to say no to her."

   "I can understand that," the deputy said, taking in a good eyeful of
Cori's gorgeous, naked, wet body.  "Ma'am, is this all true?"

   Cori didn't answer immediately.  Her mind was racing.  She didn't know
if she could trust him or not.  Tell him the truth and what would happen?
If he joined in, it would be worse.  They might kill her for telling on
them.  Lie and say it was all true and he might just let them have their
way.  She took a chance and blurted out, "No, they made me do all this.  My
car broke down and they picked me up and made me fuck them.  And they were
taking me inside to rape me.  Please help me."

   "You lying bitch," Jake spat.

   "Let her go," the deputy said, pointing his gun at Jake.  Yes!  Cori
thought.  Jake let go and she ran to her rescuer.

   "Grab your things and get in the car," he told her, "I'm going to get
you out of here."

   Cori ran to the truck, grabbed her bags and threw them in the squad car.
She put her heels and thong and soaked tank top back on and jumped in the
car.  "Good night, gentlemen," the deputy said, dropping his gun and
getting in the car.

   "Aren't you going to arrest them?" Cori said.

   "Now, I know those guys," the deputy said.  "While I believe they might
have been taking advantage of you, I don't know the whole story.  And I'm
not going to ruin their lives with some wish-washy rape charge.  You're
safe in here, you'll never see them again, no harm done.  Why make it worse
with arrests and trials?"

   "Because they hurt me and they might hurt someone else," Cori demanded.

   "You don't look hurt to me," the deputy said.  "You look fine.  Mighty
fine."

   "Fine, whatever," Cori said, disgusted.  "Look, there's a rest stop. 
Can we please stop?  I have to pee and I want to put on some dry clothes."

   "Sure thing, miss," the deputy said.  He pulled into the rest stop which
had just two semis and one other car sitting in the parking lot.  She
jumped out and grabbed one of her bags, scampering to the bathroom.

   Cori's mind was racing.  She was mad at the deputy for not arresting
them, but so thankful to have been rescued.  He'd take her somewhere safe
and tomorrow she could arrange for another car or flight and be back on
track.

   She dried and cleaned herself off quickly, then dug around in her bag
for a new outfit.  She wanted something not too revealing, but that simply
wasn't possible.  She settled for a a pink thong, a pair of tiny
white-with-pink-trim terry cloth shorts that left several inches of thong
visible at the top of her ass crack and several inches of butt cheek
exposed on the bottom.  Across the ass the words "Hard Body" had been
stitched on in pink letters, a personalized gift from John, Cori
remembered. On top, she wore a matching white-with-pink-trim terry cloth
tube top.  It was only about three inches wide, so several inches of the
tops and bottoms of her breasts were visible.  The tube top was so tight
that it stretched across her tits, her nipples acting like tent posts as it
went from one to the other without making any skin contact in between.

   Cori knew this was a skimpy outfit, but she dressed like this every day
- and usually skimpier - she really didn't think much about it sending a
bad message.  She thought it was cute and showed off her body nicely.  Her
pink heels were a nice complement, too.

   But what Cori thought was cute and borderline acceptable, the deputy
found downright slutty and incredibly sexy.  His eyes popped and jaw
dropped as she came walking back toward the car.  Anyone watching would
have assumed he had arrested a hooker.  A very hot, high-priced one.  He
had been attracted to her before, of course, with her dark wet skin and
amazing curves, but then he viewed her with sympathy, as a victim.  Now,
she was guilty of being sinfully hot.

   "Better?" he said, trying to maintain his professional distance.

   "Yes, thank you so much," Cori said.  "I feel so much better now."

   They got in the car and got back on the highway.  "So, can you just take
me to a hotel or something?" Cori asked.  "I'll stay there tonight, then
rent a car or get a new flight tomorrow."

   "Sure," the deputy said.  "It's about 10 miles to the next town. 
There's not much there, but there is a little motel with a diner in it. 
You can stay there."

   "That will be perfect," Cori said.

   "So, is this how you always dress?" the deputy asked.

   "Well, I guess so.  Why, what do you mean?" Cori asked.

   "It's a little suggestive don't you think?  I mean, if I saw you on the
side of the road, dressed like that, I'd probably think you were looking
for some action too."

   "Well, this is just how I dress," Cori said.  "It's not illegal."

   "It makes it hard to believe you're a victim," the deputy said.

   "But I am a victim!" Cori demanded.

   "Really?" the deputy said.  "Suppose I said I had an uncle who owns a
private jet.  Suppose I said he could fly you to San Diego tomorrow. 
Suppose I said you could stay at my house tonight, free.  And suppose I
said all you had to do to get all that was to let me have a little fun."

   "You can't do all that," Cori said.

   "Yes, I can," the deputy said.  "So, what do you say?  Are you such a
prude that you turn down the answer to all your problems because you want
to stick to your high morals?  Or are you really a slutty nympho at heart,
willing to trade your body for whatever you need or want?  I know which way
I'm betting.  What do you say?"

   "I don't know," Cori said.  "I'm not a slut."

   "All evidence to the contrary," the deputy sneered.  "Look, I can drop
you off and leave you on your own if that's what you want.  I'm not going
to beg you for it and I'm not going to rape you.  Either way, it's your
choice."

   "A favor for a favor, huh?" Cori asked, thinking about the expense of a
hotel and another car or flight.  "No rough stuff?"

   "Depends on what you consider rough, I suppose.  I make no promises
except that you won't be harmed and I will have you in San Diego by this
time tomorrow.  But this is a huge favor I'm offering, so don't think
flashing a little T&A and giving me a handjob is going to be enough.  I'll
get my money's worth."

   "I understand," Cori said, biting her lip.  "It's a fair offer.  I just
don't know."

   "Well, decide quick," the deputy said.  "The motel is right over there.
My house is about a five miles on down the road.  Either way, it's time to
make a choice."

   "Your uncle will fly me for free?"

   "I didn't say that.  But I think he'd probably wave the charges for the
same kind of deal."

   "Fuck you tonight and him tomorrow and I'm there.  No money?"

   "That's right."

   "OK," Cori said shrugging her shoulders, resigned to her fate.  "I'll do
it."

   "Great!" the deputy said.  He picked up his radio and told them he was
sick and going home for the night.  Then he flipped on the lights and siren
and covered the last five miles at nearly 100 miles per hour.

   Five minutes later and for the next 10 hours, Cori was handcuffed to the
bed as the deputy alternated between fucking her ass, her pussy and her
mouth.  He didn't hurt her, but he was rough at times, jamming his cock
forcefully down her throat or lifting her off the bed with his thrusts as
he slammed her ass.  He was fucking this babe, not making love to her.  His
aim was to milk as much pleasure from her as he could in the limited time
he had her.  In between sessions, he gave her water and fruit and treated
her well.

   Around 8 a.m., the deputy rolled off her and picked up the phone.  He
explained the situation to his uncle, who readily agreed based on the
deputy's strong recommendations that she was worth the time and expense. 
Of course, to his rich oil-tycoon uncle, no expense was too great.  If it
only cost a quick jaunt in his luxury private jet to have some uninhibited
sex with a babe less than half his age, well, that was a no-brainer.

   The deputy fucked her again, spraying his cum across her face for the
third time, then told her it was time to get ready to go.  "Can I take a
shower, please?" Cori asked.

   "Sorry, no time," he said.  "Just put your clothes back on, you look
fine."

   Cori put the terry cloth outfit back on, aware of the cum sticking to
not only her face, but also the inside of her thighs, her ass cheeks, her
bare belly and her tits.  The deputy had been very thorough, to say the
least.  The terry cloth clung to those sticky spots as if held there by
glue.  She knew the dried cum had to be visible on her face as well.  She
wasn't uncomfortable wearing cum at all - she'd done it many times - but
she wondered what others thought of her when they saw it.  Did they realize
what it was?  Did they think she was a whore?  Well, if I'm a whore, at
least I'm getting paid well for it, she thought as the deputy dropped her
off at his uncle's private runway.

   The older man was gray-haired and distinguished, waiting patiently for
his prize to arrive.  He was in his late 50s, but thanks to his immense
wealth and the personal training that afforded, he was in great shape.  He
often dated gold-digging, starstruck girls Cori's age or a little older and
had little trouble keeping up with them most of the time.  He did keep some
pills handy for those all-night sessions and, after hearing his nephew's
description of Cori, had popped one in preparation for her.

   He was delighted when she stepped out of the car, her long legs and big,
perky tits instantly drawing his cock's undivided attention.  He noticed
the cum on her face and chided his nephew, "Is that any way to treat a
lady?"

   "No sir."

   "No sir is right," he laughed, "You cum on her face EVERY time, not just
once or twice!'

   "That's right," the deputy laughed.  "I spilled a bunch on her tits and
ass, but you're right, it looks best on her face."

   "Kids," the old man, said shaking his head and looking at Cori, "they
just learn the hard way, don't they?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "So, you and old Mr.  Dennis are going to have some fun," the old man
said.  "Don't worry, Cori, I treat my women with respect."

   "Thank you, sir," Cori said, "Your nephew did as well."

   "Good," he said, "I'm glad to hear that.  Just because you're a hot
little slut with a body to kill for doesn't mean we shouldn't be civil,
right?  I mean, it takes a real man to be a gentlemen with your cock down
some bitch's throat.  And I assure you that I'm a real man."

   "I can see that," Cori said, nodding toward his bulging crotch.

   "Kind of makes your mouth water, doesn't it?" he said with a gleam in
his eye.

   "Yes, sir!" Cori giggled.  The guy was kind of funny.  If she was going
to suck his cock anyway, might as well have some fun with it.

   "Well, I know you're anxious to get to your step-father and I'm anxious
to get to your sweet little pussy, so let's get going, shall we?" He
motioned for her to go up the steps to get in the jet and he followed
closely behind, his nose practically in her crotch the whole way.  Cori
couldn't believe it when she got to the top of the steps where the pilot
and a flight attendant greeted her with an indifference that hinted they
had seen her type board with the old man before.  Cori was taken aback by
the luxury of the private jet.  It looked like more like a VIP room at some
exclusive club than a jet.  It had big, plush leather seats, a leather
couch, a bar and subtle lighting that gave it the feel of a plush den.

   "Wow," was all Cori could say.

   "Wow," the old man repeated, though he wasn't looking at the furniture.
His eyes were fixed squarely on Cori's perfect ass.  "Hard body is right!"
He was reading the words on her ass.  The pilot subtly nodded his agreement
and the flight attendant just rolled her eyes and smiled.

   The pilot said they'd be ready to go in five minutes and the flight
attendant brought them both a glass of wine.  Cori took a few sips while
the old man fondled her breasts, then felt between her thighs.

   "I've had many a pretty young lady on board this jet," he said, "but
none prettier than you.  You're stunning."

   "Thank you, sir."

   "Normally, I'd like to talk to you a bit and get to know you a little,
but we don't have much time and, frankly, I don't care about any of that
other stuff.  I want to fuck your brains out, you little slut.  I may be
old, but when I get going, I can still bang it pretty good.  So, why don't
you just slip off those little shorts and we'll get down to business."

   Cori stood up and bent over at the waist as she gave her hips a little
wiggle and tugged the shorts down her long legs.  "Thong too?" she asked.
"Hell yes!" The thong followed the same tantalizing path down those legs,
with the old man's eyes darting from them up to the tasty little pussy that
now stared at him with those thick, chewable lips just inches from his
mouth.

   He didn't enjoy the view for long, choosing instead to pull her back
onto his lap, stabbing his cock into her juicy twat as she rode him,
reverse cowgirl style.  He reached around yanked her tube top down and
grabbing two handfuls of big, firm tits.

   "We're going to hit some turbulence here," the captain announced.

   "Yes!" the man grunted.  "Good work, Johnny.  Keep hitting that
turbulence.  I'll keep hitting this."

   Indeed, the turbulence added a bit of excitement as Cori jiggled and
bounced on top of him, thrown from side to side and up and down as the jet
powered through the rough air.  She flopped around like a rag doll and the
old man just held on for the ride of his life, his cock dancing and
prancing in that most-perfect of pussies, holding back his rush of cum as
long as he could.  When he could wait no longer, he proved true to his word
by pushing her to the floor and splattering her face with his thick,
yellowish wad.

   Thanks to the drugs and the kind of inspiration only a 22-year-old busty
blonde can provide, he managed to get it up two more times, staking claims
to her mouth and ass before dumping two more loads on her face.  Unlike his
nephew, however, he was a bit more of a gentleman.

   "You may wash up now," the old man said as they prepared to land.  "You
should look nice for your step-father.  I hope he gets better.  Here's my
card.  If you ever need a ride, please don't hesitate to call me.  Unlike
my cock, my rates don't go up."

   "Thank you, sir," Cori said.  "You and your nephew saved me.  I can't
thank you enough."