I got into the car

Reluctantly I gave him my keys and groaned, "Okay, you win... for now," then got in my car on the passenger side.
He pulled up and moved his hand up my thigh to my crotch while driving down Alhambra Drive towards the derelict motel. "Stop that," I demanded, but then his fingertips prodded my folds through my panties and I tensed up.
He parked behind the motel, out of view from the roads. I pointed my gun at him with a trembling hand and said as firm as I could muster, "Okay, we had our little drive, now get out."
He laughed, "Have you ever shot anybody? I don't think so and you're not about to start now. So put that pea shooter away, missy, then suck my dick."
I was trembling with fear and anger, then reached for the door handle. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me towards him, placing his other around my throat, "No, you're going to be a good girl and suck my dick without biting. Understood?"

I nodded slowly and dropped my gun on the floor, then reached for his lap, undoing his pants while he pushed my face closer to it. Reluctantly I wrapped my mouth around his glans as his cock sprang free, then immediately he pushed my head further onto his cock and he moaned as my lips slid down his shaft. His grip on my hair tightened which made me shriek and he began to move my mouth faster on his cock. Suddenly he pulled me off his cock, forcing me to look at him.
"Now ride my cock, bitch, and you better make it good," he said with a flicker in his eyes while he let go of my hair.
Reluctantly I climbed on his lap, pulled my panties aside and positioned his cock against my entrance. He thrust his hips up almost immediately and I gritted my teeth from the discomfort. I let him thrust while holding on to the seat's back rest. Then he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me further onto his cock. "Move, bitch!" he grunted.
I started to move and I was somewhat relieved when I felt him throbbing inside me after a little while. I tightened my muscles around his shaft -despite the discomfort- in the hopes it would make him cum soon, and it did. A few thrusts later he emptied his load into me, moaning loud. He held me down until his cock softened inside me.
I climbed off his lap and pulled my panties back, then asked carefully, "Will you let me go now?"
He laughed, "Yeah, sure, you weren't a good fuck anyway." He grabbed the keys from the ignition, got out of the car and threw them away as he walked towards Alhambra Drive.

I cursed under my breath and climbed out of the car and went to search for my keys in the dark. I don't know how long I spent searching, eventually I gave up and walked home. It wasn't far after all. Back at my trailer I dug up my hidden spare key and used it to go inside to fetch my spare car keys. As I headed back to my car I felt a bit of his cum pooling into the crotch of my panties, which made me angrier. I quickly drove back and unloaded my groceries and put them away. After I had finished I locked the door of my trailer and took a shower and a vaginal douche, I was eager to get his cum out of me. I quickly dried myself afterwards and put on clean panties and a bra, then put the rest of my clothes back on. I didn't really care if I looked nice, I was still fuming with anger. Then I made and ate a couple of sandwiches and checked the time. Shit, I was already half an hour late for my shift.

I hurried to the liquor store. I didn't see Claire outside, but inside Amber was waiting impatiently.
"Sorry, I had a little problem, Amber," I said apologetic as I stepped up to her.
"What happened?" she asked worried, seeing my failed attempts to hide my anger.
I shook my head, "Guy trouble." I didn't want to tell her what really happened, I wasn't that close to her.
She looked me over for a moment, then said, "You look a little shaken up. Tell me."
I shook my head again and tried to smile, "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine."
"If you say so," she said with a light shrug, still not quite convinced. She slipped a piece of paper towards me, "One of the Lost came by and gave me this number. Apparently they're very pissed off that some Latino gang guys operate on their territory and if you see any of them, you should call the Lost. They'll take care of it. They have stopped by several times tonight, expecting them to show up, I guess."
"Crap," I said, "just what we need, a gang war. Why would any Latinos come here anyway?"
She shrugged, "****, I guess, I don't know."
I nodded slowly, Crystal wasn't the only meth-head around here and if the Latinos were expanding their territory, they'd probably sell their stuff cheaper than the Lost or the locals. Maybe Crystal's disappearance was a warning.
"I guess we'll do what we have to do to keep ourselves safe." I thought back to the earlier event and quivered, "Do you have a gun?"
She nodded, "Yes, it's not much and I'm afraid to use it. Do you?"
I nodded, "I have a new one and I haven't used it. I never shot anything more than cans, bottles or some painted target in my life. I don't think I can shoot anybody."
"I know, but I suppose it'll be different if someone starts to shoot at you," she said somewhat thoughtful.
I punched some keys on the cash register and it started to work on the totals of the evening. "Go home and stay safe, Amber. I'm sorry I was late. I'll make it up to you, okay?"
She shrugged while she grabbed her purse from under the counter, "It's okay, you're always on time. I just got a little worried, that's all."
I smiled, "Thanks, Amber, have a good night."
"You too, Lisa, see you tomorrow," she said and headed out the store. A moment later I heard her drive away while I was copying the totals from the printout into the books.
After I finished I went into the back and picked up the cleaning materials, filled a bucket with hot water, then went back into the store and began to clean the shelves feverishly in the hopes it would ease my anger.