Setting the table

You hop into the passenger seat, and chat with Nick as he takes exit 163. You see the truck-shaped sign for "Rigged" as he cruises down the exit ramp. You ask Nick if he has any family, and he states that he has two sons, both of whom are "grown and flown the coop." You ask him what his wife would think of him getting his cock sucked by a strange woman, and he answers that he'd "shut her up good by pluggin' her mouth, just like I did you." You smile. Good answer.

Nick pulls into a parking slot at Rigged at shuts off the semi. "Well, little ladies, this here is Rigged. I admit a fair bit of curiosity at what you two is going to do." He looks between you and Julie. Julie shrugs, then reaches into your bags and pulls out some clothes. She quickly pulls on a cutoff tank top and some cutoff jean shorts. She clears her throat. "Nick, hon, why don't you and I go in and see if there's some place we find for John." Nick nods, and the two of them climb out of the cab.

You sit, and wait. Eventually, Julie comes trotting back outside with a big grin on her face. She opens the door to the cab and gestures for you to follow her. You protest that you are only wearing a thong, but Julie assures you that there's nobody inside where you're going right now, grabs your wrist, and pulls you out of the cab. She hops up into it for a second, then hops back down, and escorts you into the building.

You walk down a hallway, past a pair of restrooms, and into a low-ceilinged but relatively large room. Apparently, you have been brought to a diner. There are several cheap tables and folding chairs scattered around the room, and the whole place stinks of stale cigarette smoke. The only people in the room are Nick, who is sitting at one of the tables, and a woman in her fifties, who is sitting at the same table, across from him. The woman appears to be the waitress in charge here and is wearing a 50s style uniform with the name "Stella" sewn onto the pocket.

As you walk into the room, Stella starts to laugh. "Oh, I've seen everything. What's a gorgeous girl like you doing in a place like this?" She keeps laughing. Nick turns around to watch you, as Julie drags you by the wrist through the room, and through a set of swinging double doors.

Through the doors is a small kitchen. Inside, there is one man, a hairy, burly man, who you assume is the short order cook. He is currently tending to some eggs in a frying pan. Julie ignores him and leads you to a thin metal prep table next to an island in the middle of the room. Julie instructs you to lie down on it, and you do so. It is only about three feet wide; just wide enough that your shoulder blades rest on one end and your butt rest on the other. Julie pulls off your thong, and tells you to spread your legs flat, doing the splits; you do so, and she produced some rope and duct tape, and ties your ankles down against the table. You wonder where she got the rope and tape, but Julie is crafty, and you're not surprised. She then instructs you to spread out your arms, and ties them down as well, so that you are now lieing flat on the table, your arms and legs spread straight out, at perpendicular angles to your body. Your head is hanging off the side of the table but is not tied down in any way which leaves you, at the moment, able to lift it up to watch what's going on.

Julie asks the cook for a mixing bowl. Up to this point, the cook has been ignoring you two, and this does not change; he reaches up to a shelf for a mixing bowl, then hands it down to Julie. She places it on the side of the table, between your left hand and foot. She pulls out the toiletries bag you brought with from home (you realize now that this was what she grabbed in the truck), and starts taking out handfuls of condoms, dumping them in the bowl. Julie then takes a ring gag out of the bag, and walks over, inserts it in your mouth, and straps it around your head. She pulls your hair up and ties it off into two thick ponytails. Last, but not least, she takes your thong, wraps it around your head and ties it off as a blindfold.

You hear Julie walking away from you, then feel her testing the strength of each of your constraints. She tests both wrists and both ankles, then, satisfied, she announces, "the table is set."