Two problems solved, new problem created

He drives up to a truck stop diner on the road, parks the car and unbuckles his seatbelt. Anxiety washes over you as you realize you're about to enter a diner wearing a bunny suit. You muster up the courage to ask him "Do you have something to cover me up mister?". "Yeah I don't have anything for girls, I'll ask the owner when we get inside" he responds nonchalantly, "who's dick do I have to suck to get some clothes" you wonder as you make it out of the car and follow him in.

The floor inside is clean and cold with a black and white checkered pattern, a relief for your scraped feet. You look around and see mostly empty tables, a few truckers scattered around stare at you with hungry eyes. The man points you to a table across the diner "I'll ask the manager if he can spare some shoes socks, you just sit your cute little tush down over there and I'll be with you".

You walk past the truckers looking down in embarrassment, one of them whistles. As you sit down you try to keep your skirt from opening up, keeping the clothing close so nobody sees your bare bussy... you mean your ass. Your savior seems to be talking to the manager- a man in his 40s, broad shoulders, salt and pepper hair and beard, strong, tall. They look over to you, you produce a shy smile and a little finger wave, the manager nods and smiles back, they then do a fist bump and it seems their business is concluded.

The man walks over to you, as hit sits across "He says he'll try to fix you up something for your feet and top". "Thh.. thank you mister, I don't know how I can repay you for all this. I don't even know your name yet" you reply.

He sighs and says "You can call me Hank, and after everything you've been through... well you just worry about you. By the way I took the liberty of ordering you a salad, it's what my wife usually takes."

"Wife!? You have a wife? But we... but I... you're not wearing a ring..." you stammer.

"This gotta be for you-" you see a buff black man wearing an apron standing over you holding sandals and a fishnet shirt. He hands them to you. "Damn girl, you too fine to be this roughed up, I'm Louis by the by".

Right then a waiter puts food on the table, he's ridiculously tall, slender, face full of acne. He gives you an odd look and blurts out "are you a whore?". Before you have time to respond Louis pushes him away, "dog what is wrong with you" he mutters as they leave.

You and Halk give each other a look of bewilderment, the sandals go on easily, you stretch out the fishnet before you. "Beggars can't be choosers I guess", putting it on is a bit of a hassle and by the time you get it on Hank has already finished his burger.

"Wow this salad looks good", it didn't but on the other hand you were staving.

"Why don't you dig in while I visit the gentlemen's room", Hank moves to the toilet across the room in a hurry. "Maybe the burger was worse" you think to yourself.

While you eat you think about everything you've been through and start formulating a plan for when you get back. "Can I go back to my old apartment? They might be waiting for me there, maybe I can crash at a friends house for a while. At least until they give up the search. But what will I say to them, will he want me to pay rent? Maybe he'll want some other kind of payment. I wonder how big it is..."

As you catch yourself daydreaming about sucking off your best friend, you're hard, with no underwear and a skirt you try to hide your boner. "Ok just focus on the salad and wait for Hank".

With the salad gone the rude waiter grabs the plates and puts a bill on the table. After a few minutes of waiting Hank still hasn't returned, you look over across the diner for Hank to exit the toilet. Staring at it for a minute you see the parking lot through the front window. It's not there. IT'S NOT THERE! HANK'S CAR IS'T THERE! With panicked steps you rush to the window looking for Hank, you run into the men's room looking for him only to find empty stalls. "Nonononononono he didn't pay, he didn't pay, he didn't pay, nononononono".

Not knowing what to do you quietly walk back to your table, the waiter is standing there. "So are you going to pay"

"I uhhh, I don't have any money...", you murmur.

The waiter sighs "I'll get the manager".

When the manager arrives your panic has simmered down to a cool worry. "Ralf says you don't have any money to pay for the meal".

You look down and say softly "I thought Hank was going to pay, sir"

The manager sternly replies "That guy? Fine he owes me for the burger. How are you going to pay for the salad that you ate?"

"I don't know I'm sorry sir, please maybe I can work it off?"

"Ugh fine, you can wash dishes can't you? Go to the kitchen and report to Louis, your shift starts now and ends in 8 hours. And call me Mr Johnson"