Unforgiven, chapter 3
Billie nearly jumped half a mile when he felt two pairs of hands grab him from behind. He was leaning up against the slightly bent light post, with shards of glass lightly flecking its surface from the impact of the car. The three men in the truck were still only a few feet in front of him, one of them singing softly to the ghastly country music that was being pumped from the van.
Billie felt himself spin around. In back of him stood a deceivingly innocent looking Mike and Tre Cool, whose hands were now torn off Billie.
"What the fuck was that?" He asked bluntly, sounding a little afraid. He seemingly never liked to be touched, especially by a guy, and was the biggest homophobe Mike had ever had the chance to meet. Or so he thought. Tre had the chance to speak up for both of them.
"I... uh, have a plan." He stated, sounding to almost sound heroic. Billie's eyes narrowed. The look on both of their faces made him suspicious.
"Yeah well, what does that have to do with me?" He grabbed his arm in an insecure looking pose, slightly leaning back. Mike and Tre exchanged nervous glances. How could they explain this to Billie, and have him actually go through with it?
* * *
Billie shook his head, his breathing shallow and quick. Jesus, he couldn't believe he was actually going through this. He felt an overwhelming wave of anxiety pass over him, his head starting to feel light and dizzy. He swallowed hard.
His mission was simple: seduce the truckers, a thought which nearly made him go into shaking already, but he also had to intoxicate them beyond belief, so that they could strip them of their clothes, and steal the truck before the three men even knew what hit them. Billie took a cautious step over to the truck, looking back unwillingly at Tre and Mike, who was carefully situated in the bushes lined sparingly on the tip of the lamp post's light. He saw Mike give him the thumbs up sign, and a look of sympathy, before he approached the men.
"Um... ," He looked down at his shoes, twisting his hands together in front of him. One of the truckers, clad in make-up, looked down at him seductively. Billie bit his bottom lip.
"Well, uhm, my friends- The two you were talking to- decided to take off," Billie felt his anxiety begin to dissolve. "And, well, I need a place to spend the night. So, it looks like you have some extra room... " He trailed off, stepping up to his tiptoes to peer inside the truck. The man's eye's widened.
"Of course..." He replied, steadily opening the door for him to make his way in.
* * *
Mike felt his legs creep closer to the truck, pressing himself against it, and feeling the heat of the motor, which had been off for quite some time now, still press back against him. He heard Tre's footsteps follow quickly behind. Why had the truckers stopped here? Were the asleep? That wasn't very likely, but he began to worry. Dirty truckers, with only themselves to occupy for long periods of time? He bit his callused fingers, blonde hair quivering as he pressed his ear against the body of the vehicle.
Suddenly, there was a shattering noise that startled him, like the sound of a glass bottle breaking into pieces. Mike looked back at Tre, who was currently kicking a stone across the pavement, but his face was contorted in curiosity too. A moment later, a loud roar came from in front of him, springing the truck motor to life. His mouth opened slightly in shock. What had happened to Bill?
Mike quickly wormed his way to the front of the truck, where the demons of hell were probably NOW ransacking his best fried sexually for all eternity. He cringed at the thought. His nervousness, however, was only met by a panicked looking Billie squirming in the driver's seat of the vehicle. He looked down at Mike, sighing out his deep relief.
"Mike! Get in!" He shouted over the roar of the engine, "They're knocked out in the back!" Mike nodded curtly. Billie had fulfilled Tre's plan, however insane it was. Now all there was left was to get Tre in, and meet the open road ahead of them.
Billie felt himself spin around. In back of him stood a deceivingly innocent looking Mike and Tre Cool, whose hands were now torn off Billie.
"What the fuck was that?" He asked bluntly, sounding a little afraid. He seemingly never liked to be touched, especially by a guy, and was the biggest homophobe Mike had ever had the chance to meet. Or so he thought. Tre had the chance to speak up for both of them.
"I... uh, have a plan." He stated, sounding to almost sound heroic. Billie's eyes narrowed. The look on both of their faces made him suspicious.
"Yeah well, what does that have to do with me?" He grabbed his arm in an insecure looking pose, slightly leaning back. Mike and Tre exchanged nervous glances. How could they explain this to Billie, and have him actually go through with it?
* * *
Billie shook his head, his breathing shallow and quick. Jesus, he couldn't believe he was actually going through this. He felt an overwhelming wave of anxiety pass over him, his head starting to feel light and dizzy. He swallowed hard.
His mission was simple: seduce the truckers, a thought which nearly made him go into shaking already, but he also had to intoxicate them beyond belief, so that they could strip them of their clothes, and steal the truck before the three men even knew what hit them. Billie took a cautious step over to the truck, looking back unwillingly at Tre and Mike, who was carefully situated in the bushes lined sparingly on the tip of the lamp post's light. He saw Mike give him the thumbs up sign, and a look of sympathy, before he approached the men.
"Um... ," He looked down at his shoes, twisting his hands together in front of him. One of the truckers, clad in make-up, looked down at him seductively. Billie bit his bottom lip.
"Well, uhm, my friends- The two you were talking to- decided to take off," Billie felt his anxiety begin to dissolve. "And, well, I need a place to spend the night. So, it looks like you have some extra room... " He trailed off, stepping up to his tiptoes to peer inside the truck. The man's eye's widened.
"Of course..." He replied, steadily opening the door for him to make his way in.
* * *
Mike felt his legs creep closer to the truck, pressing himself against it, and feeling the heat of the motor, which had been off for quite some time now, still press back against him. He heard Tre's footsteps follow quickly behind. Why had the truckers stopped here? Were the asleep? That wasn't very likely, but he began to worry. Dirty truckers, with only themselves to occupy for long periods of time? He bit his callused fingers, blonde hair quivering as he pressed his ear against the body of the vehicle.
Suddenly, there was a shattering noise that startled him, like the sound of a glass bottle breaking into pieces. Mike looked back at Tre, who was currently kicking a stone across the pavement, but his face was contorted in curiosity too. A moment later, a loud roar came from in front of him, springing the truck motor to life. His mouth opened slightly in shock. What had happened to Bill?
Mike quickly wormed his way to the front of the truck, where the demons of hell were probably NOW ransacking his best fried sexually for all eternity. He cringed at the thought. His nervousness, however, was only met by a panicked looking Billie squirming in the driver's seat of the vehicle. He looked down at Mike, sighing out his deep relief.
"Mike! Get in!" He shouted over the roar of the engine, "They're knocked out in the back!" Mike nodded curtly. Billie had fulfilled Tre's plan, however insane it was. Now all there was left was to get Tre in, and meet the open road ahead of them.
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