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A Lost Identity: Sex Fugitive | android1966 | 4

 

You walk over to the phone and call the number you have. It only rings once before it's answered.

" ?" A man's voice asks.

"Yes," you reply "this is ."

"Good, I've been waiting for you to call." The man continues. "Listen carefully, I will say this only once. Make your way to Los Angeles. Once there, book into the Excelsior hotel. We will be watching and make contact."

There's a click as the line goes dead.

You hang up the phone deep in thought. Somehow you know you are in Miami, and LA is nearly 3,000 miles away. The police will certainly be covering the train depots, bus terminals and airports and you doubt your disguise will stand up to close scrutiny. You wander back to your stool at the bar. The man who was staring at you earlier is standing at the bar talking to the bartender.

"So where are you running to this week Bill?" The bartender asks the man.

"Phoenix, it's a three day run." Bill replies.

You slip onto your stool beside the man called Bill. If you could persuade him to take you to Phoenix you'd be a hell of a lot closer to LA. You slip your coat off and take a deep breath. Your large breasts swell and threaten to burst out of the pvc top. Both Bill and the bartender seem mesmerised, their conversation stops in mid sentence and they're practically drooling as they stare at your well displayed cleavage. You play idly with your empty glass, Bill is the quickest to take the hint.

"Can I get you a drink little lady?" Bill asks, apparently talking to your tits.

"Why for sure sugah," You say, slipping into a southern accent as the barkeep sets down another vodka zulu. "That's mighty gallant of you."

"Mighty gallant, yep that's me. Bill Schmidt, knight of the road." Bill offers his hand in introduction.

"A trucker? I just adore truckers," you say as you shake Bills shovel like hand. "I'm Blanche."

Bill's chest puffs out at the compliments and you chuckle inwardly.

"Got my rig right outside." Bill says. "Running a load of tuna across to Phoenix."

"I'd sure love to see Phoenix," You say, leaving the words hanging like a baited hook.

Bill takes the bait without hesitation. "Say why don't you ride with me?"

 

What happens next?


          Out to Bill's rig.

 
 
 

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