Hot hitchhikers

The three slowly walked by the side of the road, hoping to hitch a ride with little success.

“Seriously? Three hot women, and not a single car that wants to pick us up? Do they think we’re crazy of something?” Said Karen.

“My, to think that this used to be a desert,” gleefully spoke Carol. “In my time, this place is filled with trees from North-South Vertoshire.”

“Okay, maybe ONE of us is crazy, but still…”

“Karen, enough. We need to come up with something. We can not keep walking for the next 250 miles.”

“Then what do you propose? Flashing the drivers?” Laughed Karen sarcastically.

“I mean, that might work…” Said Cindy.

Karen stared at Cindy in surprise. “Okay, so TWO of us are crazy!”

“Then what do you propose?”

“I don’t know, but we’re not gonna flash our tits like it’s freaking Mardi Gras!”

“We could ask Carol. She has no issues with her nudity. Hey, Car-“ The two looked at their new companion, who now had a guilty look on her face…

And once again, no top or bra.

“Carol, what is this? Why are you topless again?”

“Guys, I am really, really sorry, but…

I lost them!”

“What?! How? It’s been like twenty seconds!” Yelled Cindy in anger and confusion.

“It’s just, I overheard you two about flashing a car, so I took of my top and bra off and tried to wave a car down. But instead, they grabbed the clothes out of my hand!”

“Great, just, absolutely fantastic. We are stranded in the desert, with a car with an empty tank and a half-naked lunatic! Did you have to bring her into our home, Cindy?!”

Cindy was about to speak, when a rv camper stopped right next to them. “Ladies, you three look like you could use some help.” Spoke a chubby man in his fifties.

“We do! We really need to get to Vegas, and our car is out of gas.”

“Stuck in the desert with no gas. Happened to me once. Y’know, we could give you a ride if you gals want to.”

“Really? Thank you so much.” Karen said as the three boarded in.

A woman in her forties butted in. “And your friend looks like she could use some clothes.”

“Not really, I-“ Carol got her mouth covered by Cindy and Karen.

“That would be great, yes.” Continued Cindy.

“I see . Rachel! Mind coming here?”

“Sure.” A lack of enthusiasm was clearly heard. A goth of the girl’s age came forward, her black messy hair covering most of her face.

“Would you mind lending something to our guest?”

“Fine.” Spoke the goth, Carol cheerfully following behind her.

“I’m not exactly big on clothes, but I really love your esthetic, Rachel!” Spoke Carol as she rummaged through the wardrobe.

“Thanks.”

“Think I could pull off the goth look.”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“No.”

“A shame, really. You have a lovely voice.”

“Thanks.”

Carol smiled brightly. “You know, I just thought of something fun we can do. Hear me out…”

“Thanks again for helping us out, mister…” Spoke Cindy.

“Oh, just call me George. And it’s not a problem. I know what’s it like to be stuck out here, so I would gladly help.”

Cindy smiled, and walked back to check up on Carol.

“Hey Carol, are yo- oh my God!”