A dingy truck stop

The closest gas station is a large but run-down truck stop. While Greg fills the tank, Melanie stays in the car to look after Hannah and you go inside to stretch your legs and grab some snacks.

There are a handful of people inside, mostly truckers. Two of the shoppers are a loud brunette girl and her exasperated boyfriend. The whole time you're in there, you overhear her complaining: her name is Jenna, and apparently she hates road trips.

Peeking over some shelves, you take a better look at Jenna. She's a tight-bodied brunette in her twenties, her tank top and leggings showing off the kind of physique that you can only achieve by careful diet and exercise. Her face is model-level pretty, even while contorted in anger.

If she wasn't such a bitch, I'd be tempted to hit on her, you think, before realizing that personality isn't exactly a big concern for you anymore. That in mind, you grab a black marker off the shelf and walk over.

Jenna seems upset that a stranger would even approach her. "What the fuck do you want?"

Since she isn't part of the fiction you've been building with Melanie, you don't bother with subtlety. "You're coming with me to the bathroom."

While she doesn't hesitate to follow your orders, she keeps complaining the entire way. She bitches about the dirty floor when you make her drop her pants. She bitches about the dirty bathroom when you make her bend over the toilet. She bitches about the weather while you pull out your cock.

You stand behind her, ignoring the vitriol coming out of her mouth as you eye up her toned ass. In a way you appreciate how different it is from Melanie's soft, luscious body... But more importantly, you think about how long it's been since you had proper sex. Lining up your cock, you thrust into her ass without warning.

The bitching stops.

Then she starts telling you to slow down, then asking you to slow down, and finally begging you to... But you ignore her. You could just order her to stop talking, but you'd prefer to work out your frustration on her tight hole.

Once you're about to burst, you yank out and flip her around. "Let's put that mouth to good use," you growl, and that's all the warning she gets before you shove your cock between her lips and start cumming straight down her throat.

"Swallow," you order, all the niceties you use with Melanie totally absent. Jenna chokes down your cum as best she can, but plenty of it spills down her chin. Pulling out, you can barely recognize the stuck-up woman you saw in the store as this degraded mess of a cum dumpster.

While she struggles to catch her breath, you pull out the marker you grabbed and begin to write: "CUM HERE" on the front of her shirt, followed by "$10" on her cheek with an arrow pointing to her mouth... Then "$20" to her pussy, "$50" to her ass, and "FREE" on both hands.

"This place is open 24 hours, right? Stay here all night," you tell her. "Collect all the money dudes give you, and bring it to my house tomorrow morning. Here's the address."

"Um..." A few tears are running down her cheeks, smearing her mascara; it's difficult to tell if she's actually crying or if it's just a result of **** her with your load. "...Okay..."

You leave the truckers' new toy in the bathroom, then walk up to her boyfriend. He seems worried about Jenna, so you assure him that she's safe and tell him when and where he needs to pick her up.

Walking through the station, you see Greg wave you over: it's time to go. Once you're back inside the car, Melanie pats your leg.

"Did you get everything you wanted, Sweetie?"

"Yeah... And then some."