Saturday Night Special; It ain't what you did last summer, it what you missed then

It's coming on the end of August,
Another Summer's promise almost gone.
And I heard some wise man say,
That every dog should have his day.
He never mentioned that these dog days get so long.

I had hummed to the lyrics for an hour then, with my guitar and my large duffle bag on the flooring. I got paid for my stint at the drinking hole, singing nightly to boozers and geezers that laze their hours there just to justified their mates or ran past the last hours of the day. I know I sounded cynical on them but heck nobody bought me a drink all summer. All they did was walked in and drink, with conversation that louse up my mood to draw on the chords. In the end, the owner told me it was time to pack.

"The Summer over and the tourists are gone. People here ain't into music when they are discussing their home issues." I looked at the dollars he had placed on my hand; enough to but the bus ticket and live for a week before I needed another stint as a singer. He was kind to add in a bonus for me, considering that I did all my hours without fail. I laughed at his generosity, feeling like I was the waiter in his place instead of the singer.

"Missy, you want a lift somewhere?" I looked up to the voice and it was a older man with the looks that he had seen nights behind the wheel than myself. "I am going up to Baltimore and could do with some company."

I nodded to his offer, and he pointed to his truck across the station. He told me get on aboard while he gets some money from the machine. I smiled weakly at him, as the only machine I knew that gives me money was the gambling machine. I be darned, I once won twenty dollars for my investment of fifty cents.

"Tell me what in tarnation would a young lady be sitting at there at this unearthly hours?" He had pulled the truck onto the road and headed for the freeway. He had eyed my dressing; skimpy number with the high hems and boots, but I was too lazy to changed then. Maybe he reckon most runaways carry their guitars with them on the runs too.

"I am a singer. I was doing a stint at the nearby beer house. The owner told me to quit as he had no more tourists coming in." I laid it out bare to the trucker.

"Yup, I knew Jake. He is a nice man. Takes the passing singers for his place during summer. Its the only time we were gets any tourist. And outside business." The trucker laughed. "Me, I picked them up and sent them on their way."

"Thanks. I was thinking of going there. When you offered the ride, I decided it was for the better." The trucker chuckled to my reply.

"Not an issue there. The roads at night are mighty lonely and with someone to speak to would make the journey shorter." He reached over with his right hand but I cringe away.

"Fear not, girl. I was reaching for the compartment. I need to get my chewing gums there." Since he mentioned it, I opened the compartment and saw the gums. I passed it to him and it was then I saw the gun and cuffs there.

"Oh, those pieces." He had seen me looking. "I was a Baltimore Cop, retired and now trucker. But the streets are the same. You never know who you would meet."

For the next hour, we traveled in silence, except for the rain that came down just now. I was dozing off on my shoulders but I pinched myself to stay awake. He saw my condition and told me I could sleep in the rear sleeping compartment.

"That is you don't mind my scent and wall posting." He laughed out like before. I crawled in and pulled along my guitar case. He laughed even louder and pulled my case back out.

"I doubt you could hugged that in there. Just leave it outside." I did not had much of a choice. He had my case beyond my reach. I cuddled up into the tight compartment and made myself comfortable. There was his collection of posting; the usual centerfolds with the silicone implants. I seen pervs in my time; walking in on me with their zips open or trying to kiss me with their ugly expressions. You don't get to survive unless you learned how to fight. I did my share with the loss of two molars. Soon I was asleep in there.

I woke up when I felt the hands on my left inner thigh. I looked down and saw the trucker had his hands on me. I was sleeping face up and with my dress hiked up high. I screamed out but he just laughed.

"You are one mile off the freeway and there are no one around." The trucker loom over the entrance of the compartment. "You could be nice and we would not need to be rough." The trucker held up the cuffs and laughed. "I would do either way, but its your choice."

I moved my legs wider and then I replied.

"Can we do it outside? I think this place is too tight to move about." He laughed again while his hand sneaked in further up my thigh. I clasped my thighs so he could feel the warmth. He got up and climbed out the truck.

"Come on out, Missy. The grass are wet and comfortable." I climbed out and lowered myself to the ground. He was right; we are in the middle of a field. He approached me but I held out my hand.

"Let me remove my dress. Its all I got for my singing." I reached for the zipper at the back while he laughed. He reached for his waist belt and pulled it open.

"No concern of mine, Missy. I would get to you either way. Standing or bend over." He had his pants undone and his manhood dangling there. "It just needed some comforting with your tongue and then I would be humping you."

I had then my dress off and faced him in my bra and panties with the high boots. I placed out my hands to him.

"Why don't you remove my bra? The strap on the rear." The trucker was onto my bait as he came up to me. He reached back to my strap while my hands went down to his loins. When he had the strap opened, my fingers was on his testicular parts. I snapped up my fingers with the nails sinking into his sensitive glands. He screamed out with his head reel back. It was then I laid my fangs onto his exposed jugular veins and bit into it. He struggled against my ninety pounds body but in my enhanced ego, I was as strong as the weightlifter who could raised two hundred pounds.

My second bite into his veins broke through his barrier of pain while I suckled on it like the infant on the mother. I gripped harder to make his heart pumped faster for me the circulation of the blood. It also did him an erection but he was not in the position to hump. I did the man a favor; I gave him a good scrub so that he could die with satisfaction. Once I had my fill, I lowered him down to the ground. My bra fell off my shoulders coated with his blood. I removed it along with my pants and boots. I picked up those clothes and reached for my duffel bag. I threw them in and removed the overall and trainers I had inside. It would do for now. I put on those and got back into the truck. I reversed the truck and then went over the dead trucker several times.

I don't know when I realized the dream was over
Well, there was no particular hour, no given day
You know, it didn't go down in flame
There was no final scene, no frozen frame
I just watched it slowly fade away

I sang the other part of the song while mashing up the body with the soil. I would be on my way and with another three more hours of darkness, I could cover a lot of distance. When its get to dawn, I would pullover and sleep in the compartment. It would be the next evening if I do find a town to stop, then I would use the money to get my laundry done. Or find a place to sing. I was in no hurry on the opportunities, for I have alternative livelihood to work on.

And I've been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for my time to come around again and
Hope is floating on the breeze
Carrying my soul high up above the ground and
I've been keepin' to myself
Knowin' that the seasons are slowly changing
Even though you're with somebody else
She'll never love you like I do

Nobody does it better than a vampire. We got the fangs to prove it.

 

The lyrics are from the Eagles song; "Waiting In the Weeds:"

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