Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel (19 page)

This week couldn't come fast enough for
me, and it was painful to wait as the days ticked by and my door would open
only to have some new slimeball looking to get his rocks off on or in some part
of my body instead of seeing Dave or Dani again. 

I was hoping for a light week but instead
I ended up having to eat out the ass of some disgustingly obese friend of
Charles, who then asked me to put on a strap on and fuck him with it. 
Actually, that last part I kind of enjoyed, especially because he didn't object
as I slammed it into him as hard as I could.  I think it actually made that fat
bastard cum even faster, to be honest.  And when I was done, he even thanked me
and then left.  At least I didn't have to let him fuck me, although Charles
made me clean up the stain he left on the floor.

By the middle of the week, I heard the
door open and I could hear two sets of feet.  The first face I saw was Charles,
which was disappointing, but then a moment later Dave's big form came around
the corner.  He was clad in his typical jeans and heavy shirt, covered by his
normal long jacket.  It seemed a bit bulkier this time.  I had to struggle not
to let my face betray how happy I was to see him.  To see them both, actually.

"Get up," said Charles, giving
the cage door a little kick.  I had been lying down as I did most of the time,
as there was very little for me to do in this cage.  I sat up and looked at the
two men, feigning surprise.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Charles was bending down and unlocking my
door.  "Our friend Dave here has asked if I wanted to join him today. 
He's looking for some double stuff action and I'm happy to oblige.  Anything
for a good customer, right?"  He shot me a glare that I knew meant he was
warning me not to object.  He wanted to keep his new regular happy and paying,
and I'm sure being invited to join in was just an added bonus in his eyes.  I
bet the asshole was charging Dave extra for this, too.  Only thing better than
fucking me for free, as he usually did, would be to fuck me and have Dave pay
him extra to do it.

I sat up and immediately felt queasy,
which sometimes happens to me when I move positions too quickly lately.  The
door was already open and I was taking deep breaths to keep from feeling too
sick.  I figured part of it was nerves as well, since I had a good idea about
what was going to happen and I could almost taste my freedom.

At any rate, it took me longer than normal
to crawl out of the cage and consequently Charles gave me a shove as I emerged
in frustration, although I suspect he was also trying to look tough and
impressive to Dave.

Unfortunately for Charles, Dave was not at
all happy about his aggression towards me and he immediately grabbed Charles by
the back of the neck with one big hand.

"What the fuck?  Let go!"
Charles protested, trying to turn his head to look at the trucker but unable to
because of the firm grip. 

"That's no way to treat a lady,"
said Dave, and he forcefully pulled Charles forward headfirst into the bars of
the cage.  There was a loud clang as his skull hit the metal and then he
collapsed to the ground in a heap as Dave released his grip.  I stood there in
shock, looking at the motionless body of my boss for a few moments.  I had
expected this, or something similar anyway, but now that it happened, and so
quickly, I was having trouble processing it.

"I brought you some clothes."  I
shook my head, Dave's deep voice breaking me from my trance.  I looked over to
him and he was pulling them from the pockets of his jacket.

"I couldn't fit that much in here but
it's at least something to cover yourself with when you come down," he
said. 

My face broke into the biggest smile I'd
had in a while.  Clothes!  It had been months since I got to wear something.  I
gratefully took the thin t-shirt, underwear, leggings and socks and started to
pull them on.  "They're perfect," I said.  At this point, I would
have been happy to put on a big paper bag. 

Dave busied himself with Charles as I got
dressed.  As we had planned, he started to pull the clothes off of the truck
stop owner.  By the time I was fully dressed, Charles was completely naked and
still lying face down on the ground.  His tall frame was curled slightly on the
ground in the position Dave had moved him to get his clothes off.  I had rarely
seen him completely naked.  Most of the time our encounters were with him
behind me and me bound in some way, but even still he often only undid his fly
to fuck me. 

His body was mostly hairless, but fairly
muscular.  Dave was a bigger guy by far, but Charles may have been able to put
up a bit of a fight if he hadn't been knocked out my surprise.  Clearly Dave
had thought that through.

I helped my friend push Charles through
the bars and into the cage after I went in to retrieve my journals.  We then
closed and locked them just as Charles was starting to come around.

His hand went immediately to his head
where there was a big red welt and a pretty prominent bump.  He just rubbed it
for a moment, sitting dazed on the thinly carpeted floor of the cage until he
noticed he was naked.

"What the... where are my... what the
hell?"  He looked around and saw where he was and then out at us. 
"Open this fucking door," he shouted at us.

I just shook my head, afraid for a moment
at his anger after so many months of being under his control.  Dave put a
reassuring hand on my shoulder and it gave me strength.  Reminded me that I was
not alone for the first time in almost a year.

"Where's my money?"  I asked
simply.  That was all I really wanted.  "Give me my money and we'll let
you out of there.  And then I'm leaving and you can suck the rest of the
truckers off yourself for all I care.  I'm done here."

Charles' face started to turn red as he
glared at me, awash in hot fury.  "You fucking bitch.  Let me out of here
now or you'll never get a dime of that money."

I nodded.  "I have a feeling I was
never going to see a dime of it anyway.  You can sit in here and rot for a
while.  See how it feels.  We'll check on you later to see if you've changed your
mind."  I turned away from the cage and grabbed tightly onto Dave's hand
for support.  I was literally shaking in fear and excitement.  Even though I
knew I was safe from his anger, it was still terrifying to face it after being
so powerless towards him for so long.

"You fucking whore!" Charles was
yelling now.  "Open this fucking cage, you cunt!"

I ignored him and continued walking
towards the door to the stairs.  "Dave!  Whatever she promised you, she
can't produce it.  But I can.  Let me out of here and I'll double what she's
promised you and you can fuck this slut for free whenever you want." 

I kept walking but I felt Dave pause.  I
looked up at him and there was anger in his face.  He started to turn back but
I squeezed his hand.  "Don't," I said.  "Let's just go."

He looked down at me and nodded.  We
opened the door as Charles continued to yell obscenities and let it slam shut
behind us, immediately silencing him.  His soundproofing job was well done, at
least.

We hurried downstairs and exited quickly
from the truck stop, practically running to Dave's truck.  He opened the cab
door and lifted me in easily, then climbed in himself.  I was greeted
immediately by Dani, her long red hair cascading down her gorgeous face and a
tender smile that caused me to burst into tears the moment I saw it. 

She took me into her arms and just hugged
me for a long time as I cried against her.  We sat in the back of Dave's truck
where we had first met as Dave pulled out of the truck stop and I left the
property for the first time in many months. 

That night, we pulled into a little motel
that was only a few minutes away and Dani guided me to one of two rooms that
Dave and she had rented.  Dave went into the other room, leaving Dani and I
alone.  She continued to hug me and I continued to cry, the emotional turmoil,
fear and sudden relief was causing me to lose it completely and eventually I
think I just cried myself to sleep.

I didn't wake up until noon the next day,
sprawled out in the first bed I had lay on in months.  Even though it was a
shitty motel bed, I felt like I was a queen awakening after a night spent
sleeping on feathers. 

Dani wasn't in the room when I woke up but
she and Dave arrived a few minutes later with lunch and I ate hungrily, still
in bed.  Dani had also brought me some clothes, but I wanted to take a shower
first before putting them on.  They told me they had gone to the truck stop
that morning and snuck upstairs to make sure Charles was still locked up and
bring him some food.  He was, and he was still very angry, promising to make
everyone pay for this.  He still wasn't ready to give her the money he owed.

"Well, we're going to need to do
something about that soon," I said.  "His presence will be missed. 
Maybe not right away, since he does have other truck stops that he spends time
at, but eventually people will notice that he's not around and they can't
contact him."

Dave nodded but said nothing.  We hadn't
planned this part out exactly because we had hoped that he would eventually
cave at being locked naked in the cage.  He still might, but I thought we had
better prepare in case he continued to be stubborn for a while.

"Is there anyone you can trust over
there?" Dani asked.

I thought about it for a minute.  I hadn't
made too many great friends in my time before being locked away, but I didn't
think anyone hated me.  Many of the guys just thought of me as a prostitute and
would often try to get a freebie from me, but most of the women kept their
distance because they either frowned upon what I did or were jealous of the
attention I got from all the men.  But there was an older lady there that I
knew was very motherly, and many of the other staff respected her.  She often
would give me little pieces of advice and would tell me that I needed to
respect myself more.  On more than one occasion she had offered to help me find
another job or give me a referral, even for something I wasn't qualified at,
just to get me out of there.  At the time I rebuffed her, thinking I knew what
I was doing, but in hindsight I should have taken her advice.

"I wonder if Marjorie is still
there.  She's an older lady, black hair with quite a bit of grey in it.  Often
works the cash.  She's a sweet older lady."

Dave nodded at me.  "She was there
this morning, I know who you mean."

"We need to speak to her," Dani
said.  "Does she know about you and what the situation was?"

"She knew what I did," I said. 
"But I don't know if she knew that I was locked upstairs all this time.  I
have no idea what Charles told everyone about me or where I've been."

"Let's go and find out," she
said.  "I have an idea."

I finished eating and took a long shower
and then dressed in the clothes they had bought.  I revelled in the feeling of
fabric against my skin again, surprised at how much I had missed such a simple
thing.

Dave drove us back to the truck stop while
Dani explained what she had in mind, and then he escorted her and I back
inside.  I went to the cash and sure enough, Marjorie was working it.  Her eyes
lit up when she saw me.

"Anna!  What a lovely surprise,"
she said.  "Did you come back for a visit?  It's been a while.  How's the
new job?"

"Sorry, new job?"  I asked,
raising my eyebrows.

"Yes, Charles told us you had moved
on months ago, found a job in some office?"

"I see," I said.  "Marj,
can you take a quick break?  I really need to talk to you."

It was a difficult conversation.  Marj had
always been such a motherly figure to everyone, and she seemed so happy to hear
that I had moved on to more legitimate work.  I hated to have to tell her all
the sordid details about the past few months, but I knew Dani was right.  She
needed to know what had really happened and what a complete asshole Charles was
if she was going to help me.  We sat in Charles' office as I recounted some of
the things our boss had done to me over the last while, although I glossed over
a lot of the specifics.  Even still, Marjorie listened with wide eyes and an
open mouth.  I just hoped she wasn't going to have a heart attack or anything.