Thread: Gas Station! (Jack Stalker and Maggie)

Gas Station! The South Point Garage and gas station was little more than a collection of shacks and huts on the side of the road at the entrance to the woods. More often than not people stopping by were lost or off the beaten track and looking for adventure. A garage, some gas pumps and a small store with an attached bathroom were all that was scattered along the road to the woods, the one which led to the small town of Devils Creek. The owner, Tom Hardman , looked to provide a basic and often essentially needed service, as well as taking the opportunity to check out those who made use of the place. Occasionally it was simple enough to offer them work in order to pay off repair and fuel bills, from there it was a short step to helping out with other activities, particularly if they took his fancy. He had been watching Natalie Porter for weeks now, she would drive up in her gas guzzling car, then fill it up with more gas than it looked like it could take. Of course he took the time to watch her through the window, when he wasn't outside wiping over her windscreen or testing her oil. He would rape her from head to toe with his eyes, fucking her with a cold calm and calculating gaze, one that surely every woman recognised when she saw and felt it crawl across her flesh. She'd arranged a tab, and he'd accepted, knowing that one day when she was least expecting it he was going to cash in that tab, come collecting and if she couldn't pay? Well, out here in the middle of nowhere, the only gas station for miles of forest and remote cabins, well, out here he would be able to take whatever he wanted as payment. Screams, sweat and the feel of her hot flesh caving in as he fucked himself into her tight holes, that was the only payment that was going to satisfy him, the only payment that was going to make up for the weeks of cock teasing flesh he had been exposed to sitting in his gas station. Today she was here again in her fuck me shorts, flashing skin and ready to fill up her car. He was harder than hed ever been in his life, and that was just from watching her as he leaned against the run down and mostly empty coke machine that decorated the front porch of the garage. He waited until her car would have been about half full, then tossed the greasy rag hed been using over one shoulder and began to walk towards her. His eyes roamed about her, checking out her incredible legs and tight firm ass as he crunched the gravel beneath his boots and thought about all the wicked ways to make her come like the whore he knew she was or could be. He grabbed the rag fro his dirty T-shirt, and stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans, before stripping off the shirt all together and tossing it aside, draping it over a pump as he approached her, the summer heat warming his ink covered skin as he finished eye fucking her and dragged his gaze to her eyes, looking for acknowledgement. He stopped next to her, reaching down to place his hand over hers, his powerful grip pulled the gas hose away from the tank, one arm slotting it back into the pump while the other flipped the cap back on. He then moved to the front of her car, without saying a word, and reached inside, withdrawing the keys and slipping them into the pocket of his jeans. Only then did he bother to speak. Miss Porter. Natalie. You've been coming here for a while now, filling up and then taking back off to your cabin or wherever, I think it's time to discuss how you intend to settle your bill, which is pretty fucking substantial right now. he growled in her direction. He stepped over next to her again, his powerful bulk dominating the space between them as he loomed over her. He cracked a twisted grin and looked over towards the garage across the road from the store. We can do the talking over there. he thumbed in the direction of the work area. It had an open shutter rolled up at its entrance and space inside for two vehicles over maintenance pits, one of which had a pick up parked there already. The sides and rear were filled with work benches and tool racks, which could be seen from here. He turned, heading over to the store to lock the door, before turning and pointing at the garage as he walked back. Play ball and you get the keys to your car back. he told her. Now, how much do you think you owe me and how were you thinking of clearing that debt? Amuse me, then I'll tell you what I think about what you owe and how you are going to pay. he told her, the thick bulge in his jeans throbbing harder with each passing second as he walked towards the garage, expecting her to accompany him. He was a good foot taller than she was, muscular, heavy set, it was easy to see that out here in this isolated place he could pretty much do what he wanted to her, who would stop him?