His stern lips spread into a subtle grin. “Sort of. What you need is for this,” he shook the baggie, “to disappear. Then you could go home, and forget this ever happened. I haven’t made a record of anything yet, so it’s not official.”
“You haven’t? So you’ll let me go home?”
He sighed. “Have you been listening? You want me to do something for you. Destroying evidence. That’s a big deal.”
“So… I would have to do something for you?”
He nodded. He just looked at me.
“Oh,” I said, softly. “I can’t… please, don’t make me do that.”
“I’m… I’m a… I’m a…”
“A v-v-virgin,” I croaked, looking at the floor.
He touched my leg, tracing his fingers lightly over my thigh, and as I felt my arms and legs prickling I wondered what possessed me to dress this way.
“Even better,” he said. “Pretty little thing like you needs a real man, not some drunken frat boy to give you three pumps and done.”
He had both hands on my legs now, running them up and down my thighs.
“You’ve got tight legs, Kacie. You a cheerleader?”
I shook my head. “Softball and field hockey.”
“So you like to run,” he said, running his hands up, closer to my hips. “I could tell when you got out of the car. You’re all muscle. I like girls that way, nice and lean with a tight little ass, just like yours. You’re a virgin, eh?”
“Just technically a virgin, or the real thing?”
“Technically? I don’t understand.”
“You ever taken it in the ass? I bet all the boys think about your tight little ass.”
“No, sir,” I said. “I couldn’t do that. It’s dirty, and it hurts.”
“Who told you that?”
“Ah. What about a blowjob? You ever sucked a boy off?”
I shook my head again.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never given a handy.”
As I shook my head, he laughed at me.
Standing up, he slipped a phone out of his pocket. “You’re too precious. Look at the camera for me.”
In the darkness of the abandoned weigh station, the flash hurt my eyes. I wondered how I must look, with my now tousled hair and my red-rimmed eyes. I could feel my mascara starting to run. All folded up on myself, with my hands behind my back. Something about knowing that my image had been captured in the camera made it worse, and I whimpered.
“Now, now,” he said, tracing his hand lightly over my shoulder, “Let’s not get upset. You’ve been a bad girl, and you need a punishment. What would you rather have, a little fun time with me, or a few months in lockup with lesbians from hell?”
I sniffed. “I don’t want to go to jail.”
His hand snaked under the hem of my shirt, and felt up my stomach, towards my chest.
“Feel that nice, tight belly,” he said. “What do you weigh, one twenty?”
“A skinny little rail of a thing,” he said, moving his hand up.
I shuddered as his warm, rough fingers closed around my breast, pressing my nipple against his palm. To my surprise I felt it stiffen, tightening to a hard point under his touch.
“Oh, I think she likes it. This is just a perfect handful. Not too big, not too small. Don’t let anybody ever tell you they’re little, honey.”