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December 24th
Vicky
"Mom! How many times do I have to explain that I do what I have to?" She sighs then added, "You know you could cut me some slack, it does pay the damn bills." The 'no more shit please' coming out in her tone.
Vicky hated what she did but had decided she wouldn't go without anymore, and neither would her children; even if it meant fucking strangers for money. She disliked her two or three times a week trips to the truck stop, but what choice did she have. Did she like the idea of prostituting? No. But, a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do, or as a mother of fast growing young ladies, she's gotta do what she's gotta do. Besides, every now and then she actually got a good fuck out of the deal, something that was rare but also welcomed.
Welfare wasn't giving her any help until she divorced the asshole, and her mother was still waiting on her SSI to be approved. Food stamps didn't pay the rent or electric bill and her worse half was nowhere to be found. She had search his local hangouts just missing him on many occasion but knew one day she would run into him or he would seek her out for money or pussy, when his new love got tired of him. So, she kept the divorce papers in her bedroom dresser drawer under the one thing she vowed he would never see again; her panties.
She knew her mother was right about the SSI coming soon and when it did, they could live off that plus move into a two bedroom apartment with enough room to actually breathe in. However, getting him to sign the divorce decree really wasn't about the money; it was about getting his lazy ass in jail for not paying and a lot more of, fucking him over for fucking her over.
"Honey?" Her mom spoke out. "I'm sorry I can't do more to help out right now. You know I would if I could. You heard the lawyer say the appeal would be decided anytime, probably right after the first of the year. Can't you just wait till then?"
The obvious pain in her mother's voice didn't affect her anymore, especially tonight. Tonight was for her girls and every dime earned was going into dolls and clothes and whatever else she could buy at Wal-Mart. Not even her mother or the weather would stop her girls from having gifts to open in the morning. Not this time.
"Yeah... yeah, I know, mom."
Vicky's mother spoke from the small kitchen in the one bedroom apartment. It was only called a kitchen because the carpet ended three feet from the stove and sink. It was really just part of a larger room that included the dining room and living room all in one. There were only three doors in the whole apartment, one being the main door that now tries to hold back the bitter cold, another to a tiny bathroom that must have been a broom closet in its past life and the last door, to the only bedroom where a queen size bed took up two walls. It wasn't much right now but it had been cheap and clean when she accepted it.
Vicky turned back and looked at her mom and saw the pain in her eyes. It was the same look of disappointment whenever she headed for the truck stop. Her mom wasn't stupid; she knew Vicky was selling a part of her that no woman should have to in any circumstances. But Vicky had fallen into the same trap her mother had twenty years ago. She had married a man who turned out just like her father and now she was forced to do what her mother had done to survive and provide for her child.
"Mom. It's going to be alright." Vicky gave her a smile and finished with, "I want toys for my girls to open tomorrow. I won't be gone long, I promise."
Having said that, she tucked her hair under her woolen cap and took a deep breath of warm air then quickly opened the front door. The cold air struck her face like a slap. She slammed the door behind her and hesitated, almost rushing back in but instead, closed her eyes to stop the tears. She reached out with her mitten hand lightly touching the door. The thought of her two little ones opening the gifts in the morning was enought for her to continue.
"Well if the damn car won't start then I'll take it as a sign to stay home."
She thought to herself as she walked swiftly but carefully to her little Pinto wagon. It was a good car that her mother had since it was new. Even with its paint faded and seat covers splitting from years of wear and tear, Vicky still liked it. Although, she knew in less than a year it might be too small for the four of them. But, she would worry about that some other time.
The car door was frozen stuck when she tried to open it until a quick kick jarred it free. Getting in made her catch her breath again as the plastic seat was cold enough to crack under her weight. Even if she had worn panties, it wouldn't have stopped her ass from the cold gripping it now.
"Damn it!" she blurted out as she reached into the backseat and recovered a baby blanket, then raised her small ass and adjusted it under her. "Better," she thought.
Vicky looked at the CB on the floorboard; it had frost covering its black shell and this worried her a little. But, she pulled it up to her side and with a twist of a knob it came on with its lights flashing and static squawking out of the speaker. A trucker had given it to her for a blowjob two months earlier and it turned out to be a hell of a deal for ten minutes work; as it made it a lot easier on her than going truck to truck knocking on doors asking if someone wanted some company; especially on nights like this one or whenever it rained.
Being satisfied that her communications were working properly Vicky stared at the ignition.
"Now, if you start, then I'll know its okay to go. If not, then back inside."
She said this out loud, her breath visible in the cold air. And as northern Virginia was going through one of those rare but cold fronts that seemed to dive out of Canada reaching all the way to Orlando. The news earlier talked about how the day after Christmas would be back to normal but the weatherwoman seemed pleased that most of her area might have a white Christmas, even if it meant everyone had to freeze there asses off and the orchards in Florida might lose half their crop. No, it was okay by her because she missed the snow having moved down from upper Michigan.
She rubbed her hands together trying to warm them in her mittens then reached for the key in the ignition. She turned it and to her surprise the engine turned over and started. A part of her had wanted the car to fail but the kids last Christmas was shity as they had waited all day for their dad to show up with the promised gifts, only to go to bed crying. She was determined this year they would have a toy to open. The promise of toys and clothes by their dad didn't go broken; they just went to his bitch's kids, not hers. They didn't forget his broken promise. The older of the two girls had asked her if her daddy was bringing Santa's gifts. When she told her no; the young lady smiled and said good before returning to the TV. That was the moment that caused her to fight the bitter cold now. No, she would be the one to bring Santa's gifts this year.
She had been careful to keep gas in the tank so she waited until it was warm enough to take her mittens off and the windows cleared before putting it in gear and running down to the truck stop at the freeway exit to her town. The first time she tried turning out tricks she had gotten caught by the manager of the truck stop but a blow-job had bought her out of trouble that night and if she didn't show up every night, he said he would let her work the lot. That was, as long as she took care of him every now and then turned out to be a weekly payment. But, she knew it was the cost of doing business and accepted it, as it gave her free reign and no cops.
She figured shw wouldn't find anyone as it was Christmas Eve but had to try anyway. The truck parking lot was half full and not many trucks were running, as their smoke stacks were smokeless. But there was a few puffing so she would try for thirty minutes and if no one responsed then she would go home.
She sighed and squeezed the button on the side of the mic; "Break one nine... Anyone out there looking for company?"
Jake
The night was cold, snow and freezing rain had worked all day long as they watched it from the cab. He was beginning to think Jake was wrong, that they wouldn't find one. The truck stop now nearly vacant as most of the drivers were either asleep in their trucks or had been picked up by love ones for the holiday. He was thinking how foolish Jake might just be, to think tonight, Christmas Eve, would be a good night for their game. From all the years he spent on the road he knew Jake was wrong; but waited as instructed, as he had no family to spend Christmas Holidays with anyways. Nope, since his wife left him, Christmas was nothing more to him now except another day alone.
He had bobtailed with no trailer to the truck stop in lousy weather just to shut Jake up. He thought of a closer one to his home but Jake reminded him, you don't shit where you eat you dumbass. The truck had started with a jump from his pickup as the cold had drained the batteries but now they were fully charged after the two hour drive. He kept his Peterbilt on an empty lot near town, the owner giving him permission as he wasn't using it except as a tax break on his other properties. He was charged twenty-five dollars a year for the right and, as the old man said, to make things right with the IRS.
Retiring some eighteen months ago he had paid off his house and put enough cash away to live on as long as he counted upon his government check. That was when he met Jake; he was on his way home from his last load when Jake popped up and suggested it was time to get a toy to play with.
If Jake hadn't insisted that he go out tonight he would have been at home watching TV, probably 'A Christmas Story'.
But Jake had insisted, so there he was waiting for a new toy to show up; knowing she probably wouldn't tonight since it was Christmas Eve. Jake had never been wrong before so maybe, just maybe, it would happen. He hoped so; he was bored. Watching the weather and having no toy to play with left him little to do anymore. His last one had run out of life and became useless. That had been two weeks ago and now Jake had been pushing him to find another.
Not in the eighteen months since Jake has been living with him had he ever been wrong, so he wondered if tonight would finally break that string. He always considered himself to be above average intelligence but compared to Jake, he knew he was just plain stupid. So many times Jake had reminded him on things he was about to forget, each time probably saving his ass from getting caught.
Remember the first time getting rid of a toy Jake had yelled at him, "Hey dipshit? You forgot your gloves?"
Jake remembered everything. Jake was not just there to remind him of his short comings anymore but was now his best friend and in his reality, his only friend. And he felt lucky as all Jake ever wanted in return; was to dictate what to do and then watch it play out.
They had now been waiting for two hours for her to show up, his feet were cold and he was just wishing he was home. Even that would be better than sitting still freezing his ass off; two hour drive or not. But every time he suggested they leave or get a motel Jake just called him a pussy and told him to wait.
He stamped his feet trying to get the blood flowing, even with his truck running and the heater on high it wasn't enough to keep the cold from finding all the bad seals around the two doors. Thankfully, Virginia didn't have one of those stupid no idle laws like New York but tonight might have been cold enough even for the bitches to let him idle. But it didn't matter to him anyway; ticket or no ticket, his truck idled and no law or bitches was going to change the way he ran his business. The air pollution nuts were just going to have to suck in his fumes.
"Damn it, its bitchy cold outside," He said out loud. But Jake just laughed as the cold didn't bother him, "actually," he thought looking to Jake, it seemed that Jake enjoyed the cold.
The first time he met Jake; he had been sitting in his truck as he have done countless times since his wife left him; always in some out of the way rest area, crying from the pain of heartbreak. No matter how hard he tried to stop he just couldn't until there were no more tears to cry. That's when on his last trip home to end his career of thirty-eight years he had a funny feeling of not being alone. looked up and through the tears saw Jake standing outside his truck, laughing.
He didn't know if it was the shame of being caught or the laughing that caused anger to overcome him. He quickly climbed out of the truck getting ready to put some whoop-ass on the stranger when after slamming the door and turning to face him, the stranger was nowhere to be seen. He walked to both sides of his truck but the stranger had just disappeared.
Or, so he thought. He was standing in the same place the stranger had been just moments earlier when he spotted him. This time he was just smiling but sitting where he had been sitting. They had traded places and he didn't know how. He thought of calling the cops but instead walked over to the passenger side of his truck and climbed in.
"What? Are you cold? Pussy?" The sarcastic tone quite obvious.
"Yea, I am. And stop calling me that." He hated being called that, but since the first day pussy had become his new name.
"Why, you going to cry?" Jake always reminded him of that day in that smart-ass tone of his; always puckering up his lips like he was going to kiss him, just to make his criticism even sharper.
Most times it just made him laugh but not always. And this was one of those times.
"Fuck you, I want to get a motel, its bitchy cold out."
The sound of a woman's voice cracked over the CB, "Break one nine... Anyone out there looking for company?" Jake looked at the CB.
"Fuck me? "How about, fucking that whoring bitch; she's probably has more what you would like, then I do." His laughing always got to him, it was a deep throated laugh that under normal circumstances would be contagious.
His attention was now drawn to the voice coming out of the little box on his dash.
"Yea, you got that right, Jake," he said rubbing his hands together more out of anticipation then the cold. "Are we looking for some normal stuff tonight or have you thought of something interesting." A crooked tooth smile gave away the answer he knew was coming.
"Interesting," was all he heard as he reached for the mike. "Good, very good; I liked interesting."
He couldn't believe she was actually out there; it was after all Christmas Eve. She must be desperate and that was good for him. A few times his toys had tried changing their mind at the last moment as they reached for the door handle. But they always made the mistake of turning away from him looking for a handle that had been removed; giving him the moment to reach out and subdue them. He hated doing it that way as in was in full view of anyone that might be walking by but the bitches didn't give him much choice.
How close he had been to turning off the CB and driving either home or to the nearest motel. But ol'e Jake was right again; he said she'd show up and there she was.
"After all...she probably needed money for Christmas."
"Hello?" Again her voice crackled over the static, "Is anyone out there?" Despair clearly heard in her call into the night.
After waiting a few seconds and he answered her plead, "Go ahead breaker."
"Hi, darling; I didn't know if anyone was still around. Where're you at, sweetie?"
"Oh, over at the truck stop. In for the night...getting ready to hit the bunk."
It was important that she thought her client was not passing by. For if one had plans of turning in then it was an indictaor her John wasn't out just looking for pussy. It was safety to the girls of the night if they knew their client could be found in the morning. He knew this and always gave the reassuring lingo they wanted to hear.
"Do you need help?"
The return question to the girls he hoped gave the impression of a gentleman willing to help a damsel in distress. It had been practiced several times in the past and seemed to ease any concerns the girls might have. These women knew the peril they faced head-on every time climbing into a truck but the need of money to buy drugs or food always pushed them into the night's jeopardy. Had he came off as bossy or demanding, it would have raised a red flag about him and they would just seek out another client. These girls of the night were desperate but that didn't mean they were stupid.
He learned in early attempts that sounding helpful or naive seem to help calm any fear his toys might have in climbing into his truck; although that wasn't usually a high concern when it actually came to them needing money bad enough.
"Yes sir I do. What's your handle sweet thing? I go by honey pot."
"Well, honey pot; out here they call me lug nut. What's the problem, honey pot?"
"Look do you mind if we meet, I sure hate to talk about it over the air, if you know what I mean."
He did know what she meant. If a cop was listening then he could take her in for solicitation.
"Yea, I do. Come into the back row, I'm right in the middle of the pack. When I see you walking, I'll flash my truck lights. The passenger door will be unlocked."
"Ten four and thanks, lug nut."
Static told him the conversation was over, well at least the one anybody could hear. It was always like that, an agreement to meet, a quick look and then the clothes came off. A flash of lights always leads them to him. He knew she would be cold by the time she got to the back row; it was the row where everything and anything was bought or traded for. Tonight would be no difference except she would get more then she was looking for. He checked to make sure the rag was still damp and hidden, not frozen. Putting the chloroform soaked rag in a plastic bag kept the fumes from filling the cab intoxicating him before he had a chance to use it, properly.
He quickly glanced around to make sure the twist ties were tucked in his paperwork pocket and the clothesline was under the pillow.
"Yes. Everything in its place and a place for everything," He spoke out loud then moved back into the driver's seat just in time to see her creeping slowly between the trucks in front of him.
It was too dark to make her out clearly but that didn't matter, it never did. He took all kinds; after all being picky wasn't necessary to having his toy.
As she reached the end of the trailer to his left he reached out and bounced his lights at her. She missed the first time as she remained motionless but the second bounce of the switch bought her in a straight line to his passenger door. It opened and she quickly climbed in; he noticed she knew exactly where to grab to help pull herself up and in. Popping down into the warm seat and slamming the door closed she rubbed her hands for warmth. It was the first look he had of her and it caused him to smile.
"Oh, I got lucky tonight," He thought.
She was young and had a beautiful smile with perfect teeth; a smile he would never forget. That was, after all, his promise to his toys. Little did she know that the smile she was giving to be friendly with him would be the, "last one she would ever have," he thought.
Tory
Tory had been called up to Washington to see the director of his region. He knew why, as there had been little improvement on catching the happy face killer. Happy face was the name his group had given the sadistic fuck that now, as far as he knew had killed eight young women and dumped their bodies along interstate 81 in Virginia. They named the killer happy face because of his calling call, but if the press ever got a hold of what was going down they would likely call him something that had to do with interstate 81.
Tory had been handed this case inces July 11, when there were only four women credited to happy face, now with eight confirmed, he was sure he was either going to be removed or at the very least have his ass chewed on for an hour or so. After all, to be called in on Christmas Eve was never good news. It created or disrupted a lot of people's holiday and forced the bureau to pay double time to the hourly workers. And the payroll department hated doing that.
"The Director will see you now." She said it with a smile even though she knew exactly what was going down; after all, she would be listening in transcribing every word for the record.
The practice of letting them listen in had started a long time ago when some dipshit thought it would loosen up the agents if even on the surface it appeared to be a private conversation between two federal employees. But the dipshit was wrong as most are but the directive had never been changed so it continued. If the director wanted privacy the secretary would get a red light from him informing her to stop listening in. Most directors believed the light never work or at least the red light was never seen by the secretaries.
Tory knew his boss from years of working together in various operations. The guy was direct and straight up, a no bullshit kinda guy that Tory respected. Tory had finished the academy ahead of his boss but really wasn't the administrator type and the bureau knew it. So he had no ill towards him even though he had a year seniority on him at least in time served.
Tory closed the door and noticed the secretary putting on her headphones even before it closed all the way.
"You wanted to see me, John?" he asked.
John held up his hand then switched a switch on the side of his desk. Then he pointed towards the door behind him.
"Make sure her headset is off."
Tory quickly opened the door and viewed his secretary putting away her headset.
Closing it again he turned and said, "All clear."
"Good," John said. "Now considered your ass chewed and tell me about happy face."
December 24th, 2004
The night was cold, snow and freezing rain had worked all day long as they watched it from the cab. He was beginning to think Jake was wrong, that they wouldn’t find her. The truck stop now nearly vacant as most of the drivers were either asleep in their trucks or had been picked up by love ones for the holiday. He was just thinking how foolish Jake might just be, to think tonight would be a good night for the game. From all the years on the road he just knew Jake was wrong; but waited as instructed, as he had no family to spend Christmas Holidays with. Christmas was nothing to him except an extra days pay.
The load I was on wasn’t due until the 26th so I was in no hurry and had the extra time to kill. Besides, thinking back, Jake had never been wrong; maybe, just maybe, it would happen. I hoped so, I was so bored watching the weather. Not in the two years since he has been traveling with me, had Jake disappointed me. He always considered himself to be above average intelligence but compared to Jake, he was just plain stupid. So many times Jake had reminded him on things he was about to forget,
“Hey dipshit? Gloves?” Jake yelled.
But not Jake, he remembered everything. Jake was not just there to remind me but was my best friend now. And to think, all he wanted from me was to dictate what to do and then watch me do it. He always let me have the fun. Wyoming. Of all places to be on Christmas Eve, it had to be here. “Why couldn’t it be Florida?”
Yea, Florida would have been great, actually my favorite state. I loved watching the gators eat; it never took them long to finish the job of cleaning up. I always look at the spot when I drive by; to see if they found my marker? Not yet though, as I check the local headlines on the internet every day; at least nothing in the last two months.
Damn it was so dark and bitter cold tonight. Even with the truck running and the heater on high, I was cold. Thankfully Wyoming didn’t have one of those stupid, no idle laws like New York. But I think even in New York, it was probably cold enough for the bitches to let us idle. It didn’t matter to me most times; ticket or no ticket, I idled anyway.
“Damn it was bitchy cold outside,” I said out loud to Jake. But he just laughed as the cold didn’t bother him, nothing ever bothered him. Well that is, except for the bitches. He hated them.
I got that the first time I met him; I had been sitting alone in my truck as I have done since she left me, in some out of the way rest area, crying from the pain. I tried to stop but just couldn’t; my heart was broken. That was when I looked up and through the tears there he was standing outside my truck, laughing at me. I don’t know if it was the shame of being caught crying or his obvious laughing at me but it caused an anger I never felt before to come over me. I quickly climbed out of my truck getting ready to put some whoop-ass on him when, after slamming the door, I turned around to face him but he was gone.
Or, so I thought. It took me only a couple of minutes of looking around before I saw him actually sitting in my truck just smiling at me. It struck me so odd to see him there that I just looked at him; not knowing if I was suppose to get back inside or call the cops.
“What? Are you cold? Pussy?” The sarcastic tone quite obvious.
“Yea, I am. And stop calling me that.” I hated hearing him call me that. But since the first day he saw me crying, pussy had become my new name.
“Why, you going to cry?” He always reminded me of that day in that smart-ass tone of his; always puckering up his lips like he was going to kiss me, just to make his criticism even sharper.
Most times it just made me laugh but not always. And this was one of those times.
“Fuck you Jake, let’s go get a motel. It’s bitchy cold out.”
The sound of a woman’s voice cracked over the CB, "Break one nine. Anyone out there looking for company?" He pointed at the CB.
“Fuck me?” He said. “How about, fuck the bitch. She’s probably has more what you would like, then I do.”
My hated stare went from him quickly to the voice coming over the CB.
“Yea, you got that right, Jake.” I said. “Are you looking for some normal stuff tonight or have you thought of something interesting.” I smiled at him hoping, interesting, was on the menu tonight.
“Interesting,” was all he said as I reached for the mike. “Good, I liked interesting.”
I couldn’t believe she was out there; I had been so close to turning off the CB and getting the fuck out of there. Ol'e Jake was right; he said she’d show up.
“After all”, he explained, “she needed money for Christmas gifts.”
"Hello?” Again her voice crackled over the static, “Is anyone out there?" a desperation now clear in her voice.
I waited a few seconds and called back to her, "Go ahead breaker." I said in my deepest voice.
"Hi darling, I didn't know if anyone was still around. Where’re you at sweetie?"
"Oh, over at the truck stop. In for the night getting ready to hit the sack."
"Great." The CB cracked with static as it did on most nights. I knew she was close so I turned up the squelch to cut out the extra background noise.
"Do you need help?" I always acted as if I was willing to help a damsel in distress. If I was too bossy it might scare her off. I needed to sound helpful or naive enough to calm any fear she might have in climbing into my truck; although that wasn’t usually a high concern when it came to them needing money.
"Yes sir I do. What's your handle sweet thing? I go by honey pot."
"Well honey pot; out here they call me lug nut. What's the problem?"
"Look do you mind if we meet, I sure hate to talk about it over the air, if you know what I mean."
I did know what she meant. If a cop was listening then he could take her in for solicitation.
"Yea, I do. Come into the back row, right in the middle of the pack. When I see you walking I'll flash my trailer lights. The side door will be unlocked."
"Ten four and thanks lug nut."
Static told me the conversation was over, well at least the public one. It was always like that. A flash of lights brings them home to me. I knew she would be cold by the time she got to the back row; the row where everything and anything is bought or traded for. Tonight the back row was again bringing her to me. I checked to make sure the rag was still damp and hidden and not frozen. I sure didn't want the fumes to get to me before I had a chance to use it properly.
He quickly glanced around to make sure the twist ties were next to the table and the line was under the pillow. Yes, everything in its place and a place for everything. He moved back into the driver’s seat from the back to look for her and there she was. He could see someone walking slow between the trucks right in front on me. It was too dark to see her clearly yet but that didn't matter, it never did. He took all kinds; after all being picky wasn’t necessary.
She reached the end of the trailer in the row directly in front of me as I reached for my dashboard and bounced my trailer lights switch. She missed it the first time as she remained motionless, but the second blink bought her in a straight line to my passenger door. It opened and she quickly climbed in. It wasn't her first time doing that, I noticed; she knew exactly where to grab to help pull herself up and in. As she propped down into the passenger seat rubbing her hands to warm them, I saw her for the first time. “Oh, I got lucky tonight,” I said to myself.
She was young and had such a beautiful smile, one he would never forget. That was his promise to them. Little did she know though, that the smile she was giving; would be the last one she would ever have.
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