Stacie finds theroad!

Stacie pulled out her phone and tried to call her mother. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. She tried her sister's cell phone, and got the same results. "Mom must be working late, and Sandy must be out whoring around" she thought. She even tried her friend Nadine's number, but her phone became low on charge, and she couldn't get a good signal. She held up the phone to see if she could at least make out any familiar landmarks in its faint light. But none really looked familiar to her in the dark. At least she found her footprints, and decided that it was better to head back toward the road than to stay lost in the park. She followed them back for as long as the light from her phone lasted. She heard noises she was sure were coming from the road ahead, and decided to follow the sound.

Stacie was very much relieved when she saw the darting of headlights and tail lights out on the road ahead. She headed toward them now as fast as her legs would carry her. It would be a much longer way home to take the road, but at least she wouldn't get lost. She started hiking against traffic, which had become very sparse now. An occasional vehicle wizzed by her, but no one stopped, and she didn't mind that they didn't, especially given the way she was dressed.

But that soon changed when a big rig passed by her going the opposite way. The truck lurched to a hault as Stacie could hear the air brakes being applied. Then the air horn blew, and she jumped. The sound made her momentarily deaf. She turned around to look after getting her senses back to see a very tall man walking from the truck toward her. He wore jeans and a jean jacket, and a dark tee shirt. On his head was a typical baseball style cap with an eagle insignia on the front panel above the bill. She didn't know why, but she felt a little uneasy about this man. Yet he was already on top of her, and there was nowhere for her to go. She stood there, hoping the feeling of dread she got from him was all wrong.

The man walked up to Stacie and smiled. "Hey little lady. What are you doing out by yourself?" Thunder suddenly boomed, and lighning flashed, casting an eerie shadow over his dark, unshaven face. His eyes were like spent coals and his skin ashen. He looked spooky to Stacie. "Looks like it's gonna rain here shortly" he said. "I can give you a lift to somewhere if you like."

The rain started falling in tiny little droplets. It was either take her chances and get soaked, or take her chances with a strange man in his truck. The thunder boomed again, and another lightning streak hit so close by Stacie could see sparks fly from where it hit. "Thank you" she found herself saying. "I'd appreciate that."

"No problem, little missy." He stretched out his hand in offer to take her backpack, and she let it slide off her shoulders and handed it to him. "Come on" he siad. "We better get in the truck."

Stacie followed him to the passenge side of the truck. He opened the door and threw her backpack up into the cab, then helped her climb in. He closed the door, then walked around to the driver's side. He opened the door and climbed in. He shut the door, and jammed the rig into gear, and the truck started moving. The rain beagn to fall harder and faster as the truck's wipers had a little trouble keeping up with it at first. But he kept the truck moving, and soon they were rolling down the road.

Stacie wasn't sure how to handle the situation from there. She was grateful to be safe from the storm, but she was also a bit frightened of the stranger who sat beside her, jamming gears. She finally worked up enough courage, and said. "I actually live back the other way. If you could turn around..." but her words were cut off.

"I'll take you home all right" he snapped. "I'll take you when I say it's time for you to go. Got that? You're on my time right now, and I've got a schedule to keep. When I'm done, you'll go home. Or you can get out now. Which is it going to be?"

"S-Sorry" she stuttered. She didn't want to anger him, unsure of what he might be capable of. "I didn't mean anything by it. I understand. My dad was a trucker until he moved up to terminal manager. He always ran on a schedule. I went with him a few times." It eased Stacie's mind a bit to think about the times she rode with her father in his big rig. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, depending on how close his delivery was.

The trucker smiled at Stacie. "I'm glad you can understand" he said. He put his hand on her shoulder, and caressed it gently. "If you're tired, you can rest in the sleeper for a bit. I gotta make my delivery before I can sleep."

Stacie worked up the courage once more to ask him one final question. "Where is your delivery?"

The trucker looked at her and smiled, then said "We're going to Northridge. That's where I'm dropping this load. I'll be picking one up to bring back through." The trucker looked out ahead through the pouring rain.

Stacie gulped. "Northridge?" she repeated in a state of shock. "But that's at least an eight hour drive, round trip from here! I gotta be in school tomorrow! my team's in the finals!"

"Listen, little lady. You're in my truck, and it's my rules. You'll be back in plenty of time for school. I'll drop you off myself in the morning."

"But I need a change of clothes!" Stacie protested. "I can't go to school dressed like this! Everyone will think I'm a major slut!"

"Well, aren't you?" the trucker asked sarcastically.

Stacie shook her head emphatically "NO! Of course I'm not! My sister got her clothes mixed up with mine. Hers don't fit me right. I didn't have much of a choice except to wear them home after practice!"

The trucker laughed. "Tell you what. I'll be stopping at a truck stop in a couple of hours for some food and a break. You can get a shower there, and if you're nice, I'll get you a change of clothes that actually fits you. It's the least I can do for the daughter of a fellow trucker. Deal?"

"What do I have to do?" Stacie resigned herself to the long haul. She couldn't exactly walk home in the storm.

"Just play by my rules, and I'll take care of you. Simple as that" the trucker said. "Now why don't you climb in the sleeper and get some rest? I'll wake you when we get to the truck stop."

Stacie turned around in her seat, and opened up the curtains to the sleeper. As she crawled into the back, the trucker slapped her on the ass. It made her flinch and she let out a surprised yelp. She looked back at the trucker who sat there smiling in the rear view mirror. She decided not to make a big deal out of it, and continued back to the sleeper.

Stacie laid down on the thick, foam mattress. As soon as her head hit the pilllow she fell asleep. She started to dream, but her dreams quickly turned to nightmares. She dreamed she was naked, tied to the front of a big rig spread eagle, and **** to fuck the hood ornament of another truck as the truck she was tied to lurched back and forth, causing the hood ornament to slide in and out of her. She wake up with a start as the firm, strong hand of the trucker shook her.

"We're here at the truck stop" he said. "Time for you to get up. I got you some clothes. You can shower while we're here." He handed Stacie a bag of clothes. "Let's go, little lady." He offered Stacie a hand to help her down, which she accepted. She got out of the truck and looked around. There were a few other rigs, and a couple of cars parked in the lot. The lights of the truck stop looked friendly and inviting, and at least the rain had stopped. She walked with the trucker at her side across the parking lot to the large building. Once inside, the trucker directed her to the showers. "Showers are that way. They got fresh towels, wash rags, soap and shampoo in a closet outside the shower stall doors. Get what you need. I'll wait right here for you. Then we'll go grab a bite."

Stacie obediently walked back the hall, found the closet, and picked up the supplies she needed for a nice, hot shower. She opened the door to stall five, and went inside. No one else was there, and she felt secure enough to get undressed. She took off her clothes and tossed them onto the floor. She put the plastic bag full of fresh clothes on the bench beside the door, laying her towel on top of it. Then she entered the shower, and pulled the curtain shut. She turned on the water and let it cascade over her nude body, enjoying the feel of its warmth. She started to think maybe things weren't so bad. At least the trucker was true to his word. She shampooed her her, then soaped up her wash rag and cleaned hersef off.

After her shower, Stacie quickly dried off and looked in the bag the trucker had given her. She found a white lace bra and panties, a pair of jeans, a pink camisole with a matchinf pink blouse, and a jean jacket. She put them on, along with her socks and sneakers, and stuffed her old clothes into the bag. She walked out of the showers feeling refreshed, and very hungry. She found the trucker waiting for her, and smiled at him. "Thank you. I feel much better now" she said to him. "I don't know how to repay you for all of this."

The trucker stood up, admiring Stacie. "You'll repay me when you can" he said in response. "Now let's go get some grub. I'm sure we're both hungry."

They walked out to the restaurant section together, and looked around for a place to sit. A few people sat at the counter, and a blonde waitress stood behind the counter holding a coffee carafe, getting ready to pour one of the men at the counter a cup of coffee. The restaurant section was clean and very modern. It wasn't an old rundown dive like so many places along the interstate. It gave Stacie a good feeling, and she felt more at ease around the trucker than she first had. They picked a booth in the corner and sat down.

Stacie picked up a menu and started looking through it. She decided on a swiss bacon mushroom burger with a side of fries and a small salad. She sat waiting as the trucker looked at his menu. He finally put his down on the table, then motioned to the waitress behind the counter. She was still pouring coffee, and simply nodded in aknowledgement to the trucker that she would be right there.

The cute, bubbly blonde waitress grabbed her pad and pen, and walked over to where Stacie and the trucker sat. She smiled at the trucker. "Haven't seen you in a while, Mick. Been hiding out?"

The trucker looked up at her, returning her smile. "Naw, I been out east for a while, making a few runs here and there. Gotta go where the work is, Willow."

"Ain't that the truth?" she said. "So what would you two like?"

"Ladies first" said the trucker. Stacie placed her order, then Mick followed with his. "I'll take the usual, Willow. And a cup of coffee. I still have four hours ahead of me, so keep it coming."

"I'll just bring you a pot" she said. "If you need more, just give a shout." She left, and placed the order with the cook. She returned moments later with a steaming pot of coffee and two mugs. "There you go" she said with a wink. "Food'll be a few minutes."

Mick sat there quietly drinking coffee while Stacie drank ice water. "Funny" he said, looking up from his mug. "I don't even know your name."

Stacie looked at him and smiled. "Yeah, I guess we got off to a shakey start. My name's Stacie."

"I'm Mick. Guess you got that though from Willow" he said, extending his hand out to Stacie. "So tell me about yourself, Stacie."

"Well, I'm in my senior year in high school. I'm captain of the volleyball team. I love music, except for rap. Loud noises and screeching doesn't sound like music to me."

"That's funny" Mick interjected. "I used to think the same thing about heavy metal a few years ago. I think I can take that more than I can rap. So what else can you tell me about yourself?"

"I love pink and green" she said, smiling. "I write a lot, especially poetry. I think I'd like to go to college after high school, and maybe become a teacher. But I'd also like to travel and see America, or see the world."

"How old are you?" he finally asked.

"I turned eighteen two months ago" she answered without thinking. She felt totally at ease now, and felt like she had nothing to hide. "I have an older sister who still lives at home with me and my mom. My mom and dad separated a few months ago, so it's just the three of us."

"Sorry to hear about your dad" Mick said. "That's gotta be rough on the three of you."

"Not really" Stacie replied. "We all pull our own weight. My older sister has a job at the local fitness club as an aerobics instructor, and mom is a professor at the community college. I work on weekends at the sports center doing odds and ends."

Mick smiled as he played with his mug thoughtfully. There was a lot to think about. Like what to do after he dropped off this load. A house full of women was very appealing to him, and it had been a while since he had some really good pussy. He had already gotten Stacie's name and address from her backpack, and now he knew what to expect if he showed up there. Or he could just toy around with Stacie, and once he got tired of her, dump her somewhere far enough that it wouldn't matter what she said or did once she found her way back, if she found her way back. He could always sell her ass into slavery to his friend Miguel. She'd make a beautiful prostitute down in Mexico. They loved young, white American women down there.

The food arrived while he was deep in thought, and so he put aside any thoughts of what to do with Stacie until after he made his drop.

The two ate their meal in silence. After they finished, Stacie had to run to the bathroom before they left. Mick left a big tip for Willow on the table, and paid the bill while Stacie was away. He bought a couple of sodas and waited for her. She was smiling at him when she came out of the restroom. "And to think I thought you were a psychopath when I first met you" she said.

Willow overheard her. "Mick a psychopath? she exclaimed. "He's a harmless little fuzzball. I can vouch for that any time."

Stacie laughed. "I believe you, Willow. He's been my savior."

"You two are gonna give me a complex" said Mick. "Now just stop that. We better get going."

Mick and Stacie walked out of the truck stop and climbed back into the rig. He handed her a soda, then opened the other one for himself. "Thought you might be thirsty after that great dinner" he said. She opened her soda, and took a drink. Then she thought of something she forgot. "I forgot my clothes!" she said. "Can you wait? I'll be right back. I just have to grab them."

"Yeah, go ahead and get them. I'll wait." He smiled as Stacie climbed out of the truck. It was the perfect opportunity. Her open soda sat there, just waiting for him. He pulled a small packet out of his pocket and poured the white powder from the packet into her drink. He swirled it around a bit to mix the powder into the drink. Then he set it back down where she had it. Once she drank it, she would sleep for a long time. More than long enough for him to decide what to do.

Stacie went back to the showers, found her bag, and quickly returned to the rig. Mick opened the door for her, and gave her a hand up. She climbed in, closed the door, and they were off to drop Mick's load. She took her soda and guzzled half of it. It tasted a little strange to her, but she thought nothing of it. Then she began to feel light headed, and she couldn't keep her eyes open.

"I guess I'm more tired than I thought" she said, looking over at Mick.

Mick smiled. The **** was doing its job. "Go ahead and use the sleeper if you want" he said.

Stacie barely had enogh energy to make it into the sleeper compartment. She passed out as soon as she hit the mattress. Mick was grinning from ear to ear now. He had her confidence, and now he had her. But the question was, as he looked at her address, did he also want her mother and her sister? Or would he keep going down the road, have his fun with the girl along the way, and sell her to his friend Miguel who lived in a small village in Tijuana. His next load would be taking him that way. He pondered this for a while. Maybe he could manage all three of them? He could keep two of them locked in the trailer, while the third shared the tractor with him. He could even rotate them, and have fun with all three in that way, making them all do what he desired to ensure the safety of the others. They would be so easy to train by using that tactic. That way he could sell them all into slavery.

He knew time was on his side at any rate. Maybe he didn't have to get all three of them at the same time. Maybe he could pay sis and mom a visit after he took care of Stacie. Maybe he could coax them into going with him by using Stacie as bait. That plan seemed to be the better option to him.

Mick pulled the rig into the trucking terminal. He stopped at the office, dropped off his manifest, and got his dock number and new trailer manifest. He backed the rig up to the dock, and dropped off his trailer. He then went to the trailer lot and connected to his next load. He pulled the rig out of the terminal, whistling "California here I come." He looked back at the sleeper where Stacie still slept. He had made up his mind.