Would it be my story without a gas station stop?

Vyki bounced down the driveway and bounded onto the desolate blacktop road just in time for the gas light to come on. “Fuck,” she cursed herself for neglecting the gas yet again. She knew she might just make it back home with that much, but it would be fumes and too close for comfort. Looking in her purse to confirm, she had her credit cards so she would be good.

As she approached the intersection for the freeway, the intense glow of the gas station indicated she’d be saved. Seeing only one car near the back, she was sure it was probably just an attendant as no one else was around, but what idiot would be out in the middle of nowhere on Christmas Eve night getting gas. Pulling up, she looked in the rear view mirror thinking, ‘that idiot.’

Grabbing her card, she got out of the car and felt the cold air whip around her bare legs as closed the door. Bouncing on the balls of her feet to try to warm up she slid her card in the machine. Immediately, the machine came back with an error:

Card Reader Error: See attendant

“Fuck!” she explains as she keeps bouncing trying to warm up only to feel a vibration start in her crotch. “Fuckity Fuck!” she moans feeling the vibrations warm her trapped skin.

Sliding the card again and again gets the same error. “ARRGH” she screams in frustration. Looking into the station she can see a tall lanky form leaving on cigarette rack behind the counter staring down; probably at a phone.

Frustrated she’s going to have talk to someone, she stomps towards the entrance. However after only a few steps, the vibrations on her groin prove too intense; stopping her in her tracks. Taking a momentary breath, she continues the rest of the distance with a sashaying gait, minimizing her vibrations.

Opening the door, a cluster of bells dangle from strands jungle announcing her presence. Looking up from his phone languidly, the young man sees the holiday themed MILF sauntering in. He doesn’t even realize he’s dropped his phone until the resounding sound of it landing on the floor tile breaks him out of his daydream.

Vyki approaches the til as the young man pops back up from being the counter, only to stare at her, mouth agape. She’s frustrated his to embarrassed not to meet her eyes or talk so she starts “hiiiii. Your machine outside isn’t reading my card,” she says holding it out.

“Readers don’t work, miss,” the shy man barely squeaks out.

“Well, yes, I get that, but...” she glances down at the reader next to the register and sees the sign, ‘System Malfunction. Please use cash.’

“Cash? System Malfunction?? On Christmas Eve?!?” Vyki says emphatically as panic begins to creep into her mind. Looking to the timid young man frustration she’s felt throughout the day suddenly finds a target, “what the fuck type of place is this?? Don’t you people know that there are people that have to get home tonight?? I’ve been on my feet all day trying to good for people, trying to keep the Christmas spirit even though the weather and the world has conspired against me, I’ve fucking tried.” Pausing for just a brief moment to catch her breath as she tries to keep from flailing too much as she forces her body to ignore the damned vibrations because she needs to be angry right now and this poor guy is going to be the damned target. “I spent hours getting into this damn outfit, sat for way too long trying to get my face to look pretty, then prancing around in these damn boots and fucking corset just to satisfy men that had no idea what’s like to actually have to spend the whole day trapped in them or what it takes to fucking look sexy for a bunch of perverts and still keep a smile on your face. Then finally show up only to find your having to work with your fucking ex... trainer; then he’s the only damn man who doesn’t try to look at you like a damn sex object they want to fuck and use to their heart’s content. Or all the bitches that judge you just for dressing how the venue asks you to, just because they want to fill out some stupid cuckqueen fantasy and you’ve just dropped into because you think that you’re trying to help the fucking charity. You try to keep a happy mind all day and play your little part. Then when its finally all said done, you go visit the one friend who you think will appreciate it only to go out there and be treated like their hot little fuck toy and get treated to such highs only to be told that they’re not really ready for that and can’t help but feel rejected as the show you to the door and no matter how hot they may look and you want to stay and show them how happy you can make them you know you have to get home and be with what little family you have left only to find out you’re an idiot fuck up who can’t even remember to fill up their damn gas tank and the God damn gas station doesn’t take cards and because you didn’t accept 25 thousand dollars to fuck an adonis you don’t have any cash on you and if you leave the fucking station you might not even make it home and end up on the side of the highway dressed like Santa’s wet dream subject to whoever showed up all because a computer won’t take your damn card!!”

Vyki finally finishes panting and raging. Seeing the wide eye of the poor man just doing his job she’s probably scared, Vyki tries to push down her anger, she closes her eyes and breathes deeply several times. She can’t help but be reminded of being taken advantage of before at the gas station. If she were willing to be honest with herself, she would admit the vibrations of her tantrum had actually been affecting her already heightened libido and that her actions had become more flagrant and exaggerated as she went on and the images flashing in her mind were affecting her deeper than she realized. She couldn’t bug anyone to come take care of this; she didn’t have time; she needed to take care of this herself. She could do this. One more deep breath, she smiled and opened her eyes.

The attendant was still looking at her with something between fear and worry in his eyes. “I’m sorry to offload all that on you, hun,” Vyki started speaking sweetly to him as she turned and slowly started slinking around the counter trying to ignore the light vibration with every step yet slowly moving her tone to be more sensual as she approached him. “I’ve just had a really hard day, and I know these silly machines breaking are totally out of your control. You’re just here all by yourself trying to do what you can and giving services to strangers this holiday. You don’t deserve to be dumped on.” Vyki finished as her tone was dripping with sexuality by the time she was standing in front of. Putting one hand on his chest and slowly running her hand down his body to his belt. “You deserve a reward for what you do; don’t you, sweety?” she asked, blinking her false eyelashes directly in front of him.

She told herself this was just to get out of here now and she was not going to get fucked up the ass by a gas attendant this time. Seeing him silently and enthusiastically nod his head, she knew she had him as she continued to reel him in. “I do too...” Vyki started running her hand along his belt as she locked her blue eyes on him. “How about we do an exchange? You have what I want, and I give you what you deserve?” she said licking her lips as she glanced down at his body before coming back to his head.

The young man again just silently nodded his head violently in assertion. “So, fill up my itty-bitty tank of gas, and I’ll give you the BJ of your life. Deal?” Vyki asked with a chipper smile.