Pleads with the attendant

Looking around, Vyki sees no one but the gas station attendant inside. With no other avenue, she takes a deep breath and looks at herself in the visor mirror. Seeing some tear marks and errant lipstick, she uses a tissue to clean up her face. Seeing her frazzled hair, she takes the old brush and tries to tame it down. Reaching several knots and obstructions, she manages to get hair livelier. Brushing out more she seems to tame it a bit, but still nothing like what Katie had achieved.

Regardless of how she looked in this absurd outfit, she figured shed could at least plead on the man’s good gracious to let her use the phone. She’ll plead with Molly and find some way to convince her to come get her. She’d get home with the key, get out of this mess, and then face the music of her marriage. “Simple enough,” she told herself cringing at her still childlike voice.

Deflated confidence at her silly voice on top of everything, she opened her door and stood up, careful to fix her skirt. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she locked the door and headed in. Pausing briefly as her steps triggered the stupid <BUZZ> of the Vadget again, she reminded herself she was almost done and continued walking to the store.

The entire walk up there, <BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ,…> she’s trying to tell herself not to pay attention to the vibrations, that she’s not some cumslut like her shirt says, not a whore like the hotel manager, not some sex pot like those virile men on the balcony thought, she was Daddy’s good girl, dressed in the clothes he gave her, his hot fuck toy like her panties said, Daddy’s good cum slut, she’s dressed to please Daddy. Visions from last night run through her mind as a new vibration pattern seems to randomly run through the Vadget. Grasping the handle of the store she looks at the reflection of the woman in the glass and remembers watching her get fucked last night as the vibrations abruptly stop again.

Shaking her head to stop the daydream and cursing herself from getting so worked up by the damn toy and her growing lust. Taking a deep breath, she looked inside glad to see the attendant was still lost in reading some magazine and hadn’t noticed her yet. Opening the door, she grasped her skirt as the wind from the passing door, she stepped inside cringing as her heels vibrated up her body. Walking over to the counter, she sees the attendant put his magazine down to look at her. “Hello, Sir,” Vyki said, and immediately opened her eyes wide as the stupid vibrator activated briefly. “I’m sorry to bother you, but could I bother you to use your phone?”

Then man stood up from his stool and looked from her red hair down her body as she fiddled with her skirt down her long, bare legs to her locked heels before following back up her stems to linger on her chest as he said, “No. No public phone.” Pointing at a handwritten taped sign before looking her in the eye. “We have chargers and cables for sale,” the man says with a very judgmental look.

Vyki giggles nervously and tries to politely explain, “thank you, but I’m afraid I forgot my wallet and I don’t have any cash and my car just ran out of gas and I need to call my… friend to come bring me money so I can buy your gas and get home.”

As the man listens to the high pitch ramble of this ditz go on and on his opinion of her drops lower and lower. He’s sure she’s trying for some scam or some prank. No one would actually put themselves in a situation like that. ‘Well, no reasonable or slightly intelligent person would,’ he thinks to himself. “Doesn’t change the fact. I don’t have a public phone. Try Lenny couple miles up the highway if you really need gas,” the man says dismissively as he sits back down on his stool.

Vyki is totally aghast that the guy won’t let her use a simple phone. “Listen, ass hole!” Vyki starts, the man simply raising an eyebrow to her childish voice, “this place may not be much, but I guarantee you that if the owner finds out some slack jawed employee of his sent a potential customer down the road rather than making loyal patron with a 30 second phone call and instead send them down to competition they wouldn’t have a job much longer, bucko!”

The man was done with the arrogant, self-righteous, teasing chicks that came through and was happy to unload on this volunteered spokesman for the Karens of the world. Standing up his full form to stary this ‘lady’ in the eye he menacingly started, “listen here, cumslut <BUZZZZZ>.” He noted her shiver at the statement that she advertised, “I have had it with all you skanks <BUZZ> coming in her flaunting your slutty <BUZZZZ> bodies as some sort of feminist bullshit and getting offended when a man so much as looks at your tits <BUZZ> or ass.” Vyki was having a hard time focusing from the guys yelling and the assualt from the secret attachment responding to his crass words. “You dress like a bunch of whores <BUZZZZ> and get offended if you’re not treated like a lady even in the end you’re really just a bunch of bimbo <BUZZZ> cunts <BUZZZZ> who would give a guy a blow job <BUZZ> if he’d give you a no question credit card while you fucked <BUZZ> the pool boy.”

The man was noticing how this lady seemed to be responding to his verbal **** and was enjoying getting some needed stress relief, “Unless of course you’re one of the ‘honest’ whores <BUZZZZ> who work across the highway at that rat trap letting johns fill their pussies <BUZZZ> with their cocks <BUZZ> for a few bucks. They just ruin this whole damn area.” He was now getting to his personal grievances, “this may not the nicest of places, but this store is all I own and you streetwalkers <BUZZ> and **** dealers have driven away ever possible business. You come in here for cigarettes, condoms <BUZZ> and pads, leave the restroom a mess and don’t give guys like me a second glance unless they’re waving dollar bills at you. Or try to play some trick <BUZZ> and run off without paying after you pretend to be nice and flirt <BUZZ> like you’re an easy slut <BUZZZZ>.” Vyki was visibly losing it from his tirade's effect, panting and breathing while shifting nervously on her heels.

He continued on, “meanwhile, I go home to my good ‘honest’ wife and I’m lucky if she lets me fuck <BUZZ> her once a week these days and I’m supposed to be happy with that. God knows she’s not going to give me a blow job <BUZZZ> or moan like a sex starved slut <BUZZZ> and actual enjoy cumming <BUZZ> with a real man’s cock <BUZZ>, no I have to deal with a cold shoulder because I’m trying to keep this place afloat and be able to give her some place comfortable to retire when her pussy <BUZZZ> is all dried up and my cock <BUZZ> won’t get hard. But goodness knows a ‘cumslut’ <BUZZZZ> like you is special enough she shows off her tits <BUZZ> and use a phone or whatever her cunt <BUZZZZZ> desires and the world is supposed to just smile and spooge <BUZZ> into a tissue. And you can’t fucking complain to the owner about me, because I am the fucking owner, cunt! <BUZZZZZZ>” The man was feeling a high as he got it off his chest and was only know able to pay attention and notice her high pitched moans as she brushed her hair back trying to cool off from her flushed face.