The party guests arrive

Cyndi's legs could barely support her; she slipped down onto the soft carpet. She looked up at the trucker who still held the flashlight. "Tom,' Cyndi paused, "it is Tom isn't it?' The trucker didn't speak. "I think this is a mistake. This cop told me to get off the road, and I just had to use the restroom, and the Women's Room was locked, and then this other man..."

"Shut up, will you! If you keep on babbling, I'm gonna gag you." Tom shone the light right in Cyndi's eyes.

She heard the door of the house bang open, there was the sound of other men, the door slammed shut again. "Tom?"

"In the back, Harry," Tom called out to his partner.

Cyndi watched as Harry and three other men, all truckers by the looks of them, walked into the room. Two of them carried flashlights. "See fellas," Harry pointed to Cyndi who remained sitting on the carpet, "I told you we had a party! And Tom," Harry held up Cyndi's purse which he had grabbed from the toilet stall, "the lady is a celebrity."

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Tom seemed annoyed.

"Guys," Harry was obviously enjoying this, "the guest of honor at our little party is Mrs. Cyndi McAllister, the wife of the new governor of this wonder state."

The men began to laugh. "The Governor's wife," one of the truckers moved closer to Cyndi, "maybe this state is gonna be more hospitable to truckers instead of giving us crappy truck stops and speed traps!"

"OK, Mrs Governor," Tom finally spoke to her, "get on your feet and show us what the Governor has to be proud of! Strip off those fancy clothes!" He reached down, grabbed Cyndi's hand, and pulled her to her feet.

Cyndi stood in the dim light of the three flashlights surrounded by five, very large, course, powerful men. Her hands still held her silk blouse, its buttons popped off, shut over her ample breasts. She wondered if screaming would make any sense. Something deep in her body told her to let this all happen.