I showed up on Jack Rabbit's steps bright and early the next morning and announced that I was leaving. I don't know what I expected, but whatever it was, I didn't get it. The man just shrugged, tossed me my purse-which he'd kept, and said I'd be back. Mark and Tony had already left for the day so I didn't need to look them up. I said goodbye to Trinket. I hadn't wanted to take Hitler, but I discovered that I couldn't leave him like the other girls had done.
So the dog and I started down the long dirt lane to the highway, together. We were a team now. It was different this time when I hit the road. I was no longer fresh and pretty. Now I looked road-hardened. My hair was straight. My face looked older. The sparkle in my eyes had gone. I guess it was just the wrong day to be on the road. I stood there, holding my thumb out, until I was sure my arm would fall off, but no one offered me a ride.
A highway patrolman passed three times before finally stopping. I wasn't really worried. My purse had an I.D. which would prove I was of age and enough cash to keep me from being thrown in jail as a bum. There wasn't any reason to take off or hide, so I didn't. It was getting really hot on the roadside. The sun glittered off thousands of pieces of broken pop bottles and the heat waves rose on the blacktop. There wasn't any shade, and I was dying for a drink.
The big black and white car pulled off the road and whipped up a cloud of dust as it slowed to a stop. I tried to get a look at the guy's face behind the glare of the windshield. I didn't want him to have to get out, so I walked to the driver's side and said, “Hi!”
He was a big man, blond and in his mid-twenties. He introduced himself as Officer Bob Brandt, and asked to see my identification. I took my license out and showed it to him. He asked where I was headed and I told him: Las Vegas. Then he asked if I had any money to meet emergencies. I opened my wallet to show him-it was gone! Jack Rabbit had stolen it. I was flat broke.
"You just come from that old ranch?" he asked, as he led me around to the passenger side to get in. "Yes," I nodded, as I sat on the edge of the seat and took a sip of the ice-water he offered me. "Look, Miss, I know what goes on out at that place and I've got a pretty good notion why you're leaving. You look too decent to be a part of that set up. I'm going to do you a favor and bust you." "Wha…" "'They'll hold you for a couple of days, make sure there ain't no warrants out for you, and let you go. You'll get a few good meals, a place to sleep and be that much closer to where you want to go."
I stared at my hands for a second and then glanced out the window. Hitler was still standing patiently, waiting for me to let him in. "What about my dog? What will happen to him?" I asked, suddenly realizing how much the big animal really meant to me. "He'll be held at the pound till you get him his shots and bail him out," the cop said matter-of-factly.
I broke down and started to bawl then. It wouldn't have been the end of the world to spend a couple of days in the slammer, but I'd never see Hitler again. I had no money for shots or fines. Hitler was all I had in the world now. Officer Brandt was surprised and he seemed to soften a little. I was desperate and it showed. We talked for a while longer. I told him why I'd run away from home in the first place. I explained that Hitler was the only thing I had left in the world.
He felt sorry for me, but he was adamant about not letting me go on without funds. He pointed out that I'd be better off in jail than on the road or at the ranch. "Hell, Miss Lockes, you don't even have a sleeping bag. You'll either die from exposure or land up in real trouble. I can't have either on my conscience."
He was all man. He had the same neat little bulge running along his leg as any other man. There had to be a way to get to him. I was dressed in the clothes I'd left home in and that made it harder. My tits didn't poke out much in the sweatshirt and my pants weren't very revealing.
It was a heavy idea. He was straight and I knew it. He was also convinced that I was a nice girl. If I blew it, I'd land up in the can for a lot longer than two days. I checked out his wedding finger. It was clear, no ring and no suntan marks where he might have taken it off. "Look," I whispered, my voice cracking with the strain. "I'm no tramp or a dopey, but I'm down and out. One of those people back there stole my money. I don't want to go back, but if you lock me up I'll lose my dog. I'll admit I shouldn't be out here. I'll go back…"
"No Miss… " "If you arrest me, I'll lose my dog. Don't you understand! I'll do anything you want-anything at all! If you'll just let me get out and go back down that lane when you're done…"Miss, if I read your intentions right you're suggesting something that could get you in a lot worse trouble than just being a vagrant."
My trembling hand touched his thigh. "Please…" I sobbed. "I don't want to lose my dog! I told you I'd do whatever you asked if you'd just let me go! Give me a break… Please!" "That could cost me my job," he said, becoming less of a cop and more of a man, the longer my hand lay on his leg. "If you don't, it will ruin what little chance I have left for a future," I said, noticing his prick had grown stiffer and longer inside his pants. "Please…" I said, touching it.
"All right… I should bust you, but I have a funny feeling that you're really okay. Give me a blow job and get the hell outa here." I unzipped his fly and worked his gorgeous cock into the open. I stroked his prick lightly, as it rose from the fly, and I teased his cock. I ducked down without being seen. I was scared, but very grateful for the break. I knew cops were all right, but they still frightened me.
Officer Brandt was really nice. I could have fallen for him under different circumstances. My cheek rested against his heavy black gunbelt and my chin brushed his light tan pants. Before taking the beautiful cock in my mouth, I ran my tongue up the sides of his prick. It made me feel pretty good when his legs tensed. He was as nervous as I. It wasn't hard to figure out that he didn't do this with every girl he ran into-especially not in the front seat of a cruiser, parked along the side of a busy highway, in broad daylight.
Wrapping my lips around his swollen prick-head, I nibbled the rim lightly with my teeth. I teased the smooth flesh with my tongue and took it all the way in. "Jesus!" he exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Hurry-would you!" I sighed deep inside. The cock tasted so good and smelled like deodorant or cologne-it was clean and more tantalizing than the cocks on the ranch. I could have sucked his cock all day. But he was too nervous to let me take my time.
My head bobbed up and down. The rugged purple veins and crimson head rubbed my cheeks and the roof of my mouth as I sucked. I yearned to have him eat my pussy. A hand slid my sweatshirt up and began to fondle my tits as I worked. It made me hotter. Hitler was still being a good dog and was sitting patiently outside the passenger door. The two-way radio made crackling noises and a voice came over it every once in a while. He even had to pick up the mike and answer it once.
I worked as fast as I could under the circumstances, making him shiver and thrill to my educated mouth. I sucked hard on his cock. Then I blew, to add more thrills. Carefully, so as not to break his zipper or hurt him, I worked the open fly down. His balls and prick came all the way out without any trouble. He had nice balls. They were big and hung low in their leathery sack. I rolled them between my fingers. I rubbed and pinched the hairy flesh of his bag and rubbed between the balls and his prick.
With his hard-on out of his pants all the way, I could deep-throat him. I ran my mouth all the way down, until my nose was pressed into his black pubic hair. I nodded my head back and forth and then from side to side. I pulled up a little. The cop laced his fingers into my hair and whistled in appreciation. He even forgot about my tits and bunched-up sweatshirt.
I let the stiff cock slip almost out of my mouth. Catching it at the last second, I swirled my tongue around and around his scarlet head. Then I sucked on it again. He released my hair and shakily began to fondle my tit again. The zipper of his pants was sharp and rough as my face rubbed against it. His big belt was smooth but hard. His balls were a delight to play with, and I couldn't have had a more satisfying cock in my throat.
I needed release too. I had to ease the hot, sticky feeling between my legs. I let go of his balls. Undoing my own pants, I worked my fingers inside my panties, past the pubic hair until I reached my clit. I kept a steady suck pace on his prick as I began to rub my little joy button with wild abandon. The cop squeezed my tit and teased my nipple as he watched my hand twist and strain inside my pants. The nylon crotch was wet. My honey hung suspended between the material and my hole, like threads of wet string. I was so hot that my curly pubic hair collected beads of cuntjuice.
I didn't allow myself to forget about the glorious piece of prick in my mouth. It still tasted warm and salty. It was throbbing hard, almost to the point of spilling its load. As the ache grew hotter inside my pussy, I began to race over his shaft faster and faster, twisting and twirling with delight, as his hands gave away his own urgent need.
My fingers were busy and I was rapidly getting so I'd be released from the hell I was trapped in. Then I felt the first violent tremor ripple along his erection and I knew I was a split second away from drinking his cum. His milky stuff gushed into my mouth. I sucked quick and hard so I wouldn't leave a trace of jizz on his uniform pants. It tasted as good as he smelled. I wanted to let it roll around on my tongue and slide slowly down my throat so I could linger over it, but I couldn't risk it.
I still hadn't climaxed by the time his cock had shrank and I'd zipped his fly up. Watching me closely, he smoothed my sweatshirt back in place and volunteered to finish me off. Nodding eagerly, I tugged my clothing down to where he could get his hands in the right position. His fingers were like magic. They were strong and smooth. I shook as he found my cunt and drew my cuntlips apart, exposing my clit. He made my pussy thrill.
He twisted around so he could use both hands. Forcing his big fingers into my cunt, he pulled in and out, teasing my clit. Being very careful not to let other cars guess what was going on, I moaned in heat until I boiled over and shuddered my way to happiness.
When I'd straightened my clothes, he let me get out. He admitted he liked me and was sorry he had to make me go back. True to my promise, I turned immediately and headed down the long dirt road that led to the ranch. Hitler stayed right on my heels, wagging his tail all the way. I felt completely whipped. I knew that Jack Rabbit had taken my money but I had no proof. What was worse was that there wasn't any way to earn more. I hated having to stay where I was-being nothing more than a slave to whatever body wanted me at the moment. But even that was better than losing Hitler.