Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel (9 page)

After losing all of my money and having
all of my stuff destroyed by Frank, I haven't felt much like writing lately.  I
had promised myself I would come up with an exit strategy but to be honest, I
haven't really given it a lot of thought.  As shitty as this place is, even
with Frank being a complete asshole, it was a roof over my head and filled with
familiar faces.  Flipping through my past entries I realize that I haven't
really talked about it much, but I have made a few friends here.  Well, maybe
friends is too strong a word, but there are people that I talk to almost daily
and laugh and joke with. 

Jen, who works the cash.  Dave, one of the
cooks.  Even Fred who does some light maintenance is kind of fun to hang
around, although he often wants me to give him a quick blow job.  I do it, why
the hell not, but I kind of wonder sometimes if that's the only reason he talks
to me. 

If I leave, I would have no one at all to
talk to, and nowhere to stay.  I need to think longer about what I want to do
and not act rashly.

Anyway, something odd has been going on in
the last week.  There have been all sorts of strange men meeting with Frank in
his office with the door closed, and different people coming and doing
inspections of the various facilities.  Frank has had a bigger smile than usual
on his face as well, which always worries me.  In the past, whenever he was
overly happy it meant misery for me.  Not sure about this time, though, since
it seems like something bigger than just a surprise bukkake party.

Sex wise, I don't even care anymore.  Guys
have been filling all of my holes up with their gooey loads and I barely even
notice.  I don't think I've had an orgasm of my own in a couple of weeks.  I
wonder if I'm just becoming numb to sex? 

So this week I was hit with some wonderful
news.  Frank is selling the truck stop.  Apparently that's what all of the
meetings have been about this week.  Frank brought all of his full time
employees together this morning and told us that he'd been offered a "very
sizable" offer for the truck stop and he's decided to sell.  He said that
as far as he knew, there wouldn't be any staffing changes, but I honestly don't
think that fact fuck gives a shit about anyone else that works here anyway.  If
the new owner came in and fired everyone the day after he took over, I doubt
Frank would lose a minute of sleep over it as long as his check still cleared. 

Shortly after the meeting, Frank called me
into his office to meet the new owner.  The two men couldn't be more opposite. 
While Frank is ugly, fat and, well, just plain disgusting, the new owner is
tall, dark and very handsome.   He had a thin, somewhat muscular build and wore
a dark suit.  I think the only time I've ever seen Frank in a suit was when he
had to go to his own mother's funeral, and even then he didn't stop complaining
about how much it had cost him and how he better be getting at least enough
from her will to pay for it.  Yep, Frank is all class.

"Anna, meet Charles Bramwell, the new
owner of this place."

"Oh.  Hello," I said, unsure how
much he knew about what I actually did there.  Our arrangement was a pretty
unique one and I started to mentally prepare myself for Mr. Bramwell to tell me
my services were no longer required.  As usual, that left me with mixed
feelings.

I shot a look at Frank, a raised eyebrow
that I hoped he would understand to mean that I had no idea how much this man
had been told and thus I had no idea what to say.

Charles came forward and shoot my hand. 
"Nice to meet you, Anna.  From what I understand, you're the reason this
place is still in business."

"What?" exclaimed Frank. 
"I never said that.  Anna is-"

"I know what she is, Frank.  And
you're right, you didn't say that.  I'm not sure you even realize it.  You're business
is very poorly run, and yet you're the busiest truck stop in the state.  Your
popularity is what attracted me to this opportunity in the first place, but it
wasn't until I started talking to some of your customers and employees that I
truly understood that Anna was the reason anyone ever stopped here." 
Charles gave me a bright smile and I think I actually blushed.

"Granted, this arrangement is
completely unconventional and probably quite illegal, but that's never been
something that I've shied away from.  Anna, I'm hoping you will stay.  I'm sure
we can find someone to take your place, if needed, but why change something
that isn't broken?  With a few improvements to this place, and you're
continuing... comforts, we can make this stop into one of the most profitable
in the country.  I'll be giving you a raise, as well."

My eyes lit up at the sound of that.  I
still wasn't planning on stay here forever, but more money would certainly help
me with my exit strategy.  I could see Frank was fuming, but he bit his
tongue. 

At any rate, this weekend is our
transition and I'll be taking over come Monday.  I look forward to working with
you then.  Please come and see me sometime early in the week and we'll discuss
our plan.

I left the office feeling elated.  Not
only was I getting rid of Frank this weekend, but the new boss already seemed a
million times better.  He was giving me a raise AND he wanted to discuss his
plan with me?  I couldn't believe how quickly my fortune has turned.

I didn't even care that much when the next
day Frank called me into his office, fuming.  He ranted and raved at me for
close to an hour about how Charles was an idiot who gave me far too much credit
and the proof was that he had paid far more than this dump was worth.  He ended
his tirade ordering me to pull my pants down so he could fuck me one last time
(while he was still technically my boss and I couldn't say no). 

I didn't even complain, happy that this
would be the last time his fat belly rested on my hips.  I dropped my pants and
bent over his desk in the position I knew that he liked best.  I felt his small
little dick pressing against my dry pussy, so I spit on my hand and reached
back to moisten myself up.  I had lube in my purse but I knew it wouldn't even
be necessary.  Between his huge belly and small dick, Frank never penetrated me
very deeply and he also rarely lasted more than a couple of minutes. 

Sure enough, after about a minute of him
pounding into me, he let out a groan and I felt my pussy flood with his cum. 
For as fast as Frank was on the draw, his gun was always fully loaded.  I never
met anyone that could cum more than he did.  Load after load pulsed out of his
slimy little prick as he leaned forward against me.  My back ached from having
his sweaty belly resting against it, but soon enough he stopped shooting and
pulled out.  He smacked my ass hard and then told me to get the fuck out of his
office. 

Frank finally left this weekend, I can't
believe I'm actually free from that asshole.  I got pretty drunk on Saturday
night and all I remember is getting passed around in the back of a truck by
about three burly truckers.  At one point I'm pretty sure I had all of my holes
filled at once and I definitely woke up sore the next morning.  But I still had
a smile on my face, knowing that Frank was out of my life for good.  Or at
least, if I ever did meet him again he wouldn't be my boss.

On Monday I couldn't wait to take Mr.
Bramwell up on his offer so I wandered over to his office just after lunch.  He
had already cleared out all of the remaining crap that Frank had left behind
and was in the midst of unpacking some boxes.  I asked him if I should come
back another time, but he ushered me in and closed the door.

"Hello Anna," he said. 
"Don't mind the mess."

"Hi Mr. Bramwell, no problem," I
said as I stood in front of his desk.  There were no chairs and the couch was
covered in boxes.

"Please call me Charles."  He
went over to the couch and moved the boxes to the floor and motioned for me to
join him.  We both sat down and began to talk.

Charles told me that he owned a few other
truck stops and none of them were as busy as this one.  He was looking to use
this place as a model that he could potentially roll out to some of his other
stops and wanted to make sure he perfected it here first.  Since he'd been in
the business for over 20 years, he had a lot of clientele that travelled the
country and he knew that they would pay top dollar for my services.  Most of
them were lonely guys just looking for release.  Frank had stumbled upon a
great idea, tying my services to the stop itself.  It both drew in more
customers for some of the free stuff like blow jobs or straight sex, but then
allowed them to pay a premium for more "extreme" acts.

Charles said he knew that Frank was having
me do a lot of that stuff anyway, and still paying me very little.  He said
that under his model, the freebee stuff would be covered under my newly doubled
salary, but anything extra I would get a cut from.  I told him that sounded
great and I was all for it.   He mentioned that this week he already had some
workers lined up and they were going to remodel the upstairs shower room. 
There was some unused space behind it that they would expand into, making it
bigger, and  it would be my primary work area.  He didn't want me going out to
trucks anymore.  At least not for anything beyond the normal stuff.

All in all, it seemed like a good plan and
I was excited to earn some extra money.  Charles seemed like a great guy, that
is, until I stood up to leave.

"Before you go," he said,
"there's one more thing.  If I'm going to charge for something then it's
best if I know exactly what I'm selling."  This sounded suspiciously like
Frank's line of sampling the merchandise. 

I just nodded.  At the end of the day, he
really was no different than any other client.  I walked over to him and
dropped to my knees in front of the couch.  Charles just watched me with his
deep green eyes, his face expressionless.  I put my hands against the front of
his pants and felt a fat cock underneath them.  I unzipped and reached inside,
snaking my hands right into his underwear and grabbing his hot fleshy rod.  He
was just starting to get hard from anticipation as I pulled his dick free
through the hole in his pants. 

I grabbed the head and gave it a little
rub, feeling it start to harden in my hand.  I don't know why, but it kind of
made me sad that he wanted me to do this.  I had started to get my hopes up
that he would be different, I guess.  I opened up my mouth and took him in,
running my tongue along his shaft and feeling the coarse dark pubic hair.  He
wasn't overly long, but he was very thick.  I continued to bob up and down but
then felt his hand on my hair, tugging on me.  I looked up. 

"Take you pants off and bed over the
desk," he commanded.  His voice wasn't mean, but it was firm.  As if he
was use to people doing exactly as he asked without question. 

I stood up and did as he asked, leaving my
pants down by my ankles as I placed my elbows onto the worn wooden desk that I
was so familiar with.

Charles got up and moved behind me,
touching my ass with his hands tentatively at first.  Then I felt him pull his
hand back and slap me hard on the ass.  I gasped in surprise and swung my head
around to look at him.

"Turn around," he barked at me,
so I looked away again as another slap hit me from behind.  His fat cock
pressed up against my pussy and pushed its way in roughly.  I wasn't completely
dry, but I wasn't soaking wet either and the friction from his cock along the
sides of my pussy burned a bit as he shoved his way in.  Within a couple of
strokes, though, I had lubricated well enough that he was starting to slide
easier.  Every few thrusts he would slap my ass again, until finally I felt him
pull out and shove his cock into my ass. 

At this point, after being fucked there
for so many weeks and the fact that he was already pretty lubed, it went in
fairly easily, although I did gasp in surprise.  I hadn't been expecting that
move at all.  He was starting to pant a little bit harder now, and his thrusts
were going a bit faster.  As he continued to pound me, he reached his hands
underneath to my pussy and grabbed a hold of my labia, tugging hard each time
he pushed forward.  I gave a little yelp and felt the sting of his hand on my
ass one more time.

After giving me a couple more slaps on my
burning ass, he pulled out again and popped himself back into my vagina.  With
a load groan, he unleashed his load deep inside me, spraying my womb with his
hot seed.  I felt his cock spasm a couple more times, releasing more cum into
me and then finally he withdrew. 

Something felt familiar about this
experience, but I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about it.  I was happy to
have it over with.  I reached down and pulled my clothes back on as he did the
same.

"Yes," he said, "that'll
definitely do well here.  I have one more thing for you, Anna, before you
go."  He walked around his desk and picked up a box.  He opened it up and
rummaged through it for a few moments, finally pulling out a long black collar.

I looked at him questioningly.

"You're new uniform," he said,
tossing it to me.  I caught it and examined it closely.   It was black leather,
and had small curved metal studs in a repeating pattern along its length.  It
had a couple of loops on it, one for fastening and then an extra one. 

"What the fuck is this?" I
asked.

"Think of it as a necklace."

"It's a collar," I said.

"Just wear it.  Everyone here is
going to have a new uniform suitable to their job.  This is yours.   This just
lets people know that you work here.   Would you rather I make you up a t-shirt
that says
slut
on it?"

For some reason that comment hurt.  I was
use to verbal abuse from Frank, but I had already built up much higher hopes
for my relationship with Charles.  He must have seen the look on my face.

"Anna, I'm sorry, that comment was
uncalled for.  I simply mean that other staff are going to have black t-shirts
that are designed to make it obvious that they work here and what they do.  I
don't think that works for you.  I think this collar is sexy, don't you?  And
it can be discrete as well.  I see the occasional young man or woman wearing
things like this out in the street.  But the ones that are looking for your
services, they'll know who you are without having to come to me.  And everyone
else will be oblivious.  I'm not always going to be around as much as Frank.  I
have other truck stops to run.  I need this one to run efficiently on its
own."

What he was saying seemed to make sense,
so I just nodded. 

"Here, let me help you," he
said.  He came around and took the collar from my hands.  He put his arms
around my neck and I could smell his hands, they smelled clean as if he had
washed them recently, but I could also smell a heavier scent that I always
associate with men.  When his hands touched my neck as he wrapped the collar
around me, I couldn't help but get a little shiver despite what had just
happened.  Maybe he really did just want to make sure he knew what he was
giving his clients.  And some guys just got off on a little slapping and anal
sex.  It didn't mean he was an asshole.  Not really.

He finished tightening the collar and his
hands brushed my cheeks as he withdrew them.  Goosebumps ran up my skin.  I
suddenly wished our session had gone longer, that I could have had a chance to
cum.  It had still been so long.

He stepped away and walked back to his
boxes.  "We'll talk soon," he said dismissively.  I reached up and
touched the black leather around my neck as I left his office.  Maybe it won't
be so bad.  Anything was better than Frank.