"Let's wait," Tom said. "I'd hate to pass a state trooper or something and get stopped."
"If we see a cop, we'll just swallow it," said Jo, with a mischievous, lopsoded grin. Her mouth was delectable.
"Swallow a huge blunt like that?" Tom replied. "I doubt it."
"Oh, honey, I've swallowed much bigger things than this little blunt." Jo laughed as Tom's face reddened. "Look at you! Did I embarrass you?"
"Well, maybe a little bit. I mean...."
Jo laughed out loud. "What's the matter? You don't like my innuendo?"
Tom laughed, a bit nervously. "No, I like it just fine...I mean, I don't mind it, or anything, I just don't know you very well, and..."
"I bet you'd like to get to know me better, though, huh?"
"No!" said Tom, "I mean, yes, sure, I'm just saying...maybe it's a little early in our relation--acquaintanceship, I mean, for...uh, so, what's in Kansas City, anyway?"
"Nice segue, slick," said Jo. "Actually, I'm headed there for a job. A friend of mine got me a gig for tomorrow night."
"A gig? What do you do? Are you a musician?"
"Nope," said Jo. "I'm a stripper." She grinned again as Tom's blush came back. "Embarrassed you again, didn't I?"
"No," protested Tom. "You're going all the way to Kansas City for that? Seems like a heckuva long drive for one job...especially without a car."
"Oh, a car is never a problem," said Jo. "I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers." She grinned again. "And this is no ordinary job. I work the clubs in Chicago, and you can make some pretty good money, but my friend has a bachelor party lined up. It's an all night deal, but the money is...well, good, let's just say."
"Hm," said Tom. "I know it's none of my business, but what exactly do you do for that kind of money?"
"You'd like to find that out, wouldn't you, playa?"
"No! I mean, well, yes, but not like that! I mean, I don't know..."
"You want to know if I'm a hooker, don't you? No, I don't go that far. But you'd be surprised how much a bunch of horny guys will pay for what I do. And for a private party like this one, they pay through the nose."
"I'm sure they do," said Tom, appraising Jo's firm breasts and lithe torso.
His glance was not lost on her. "Aren't you sweet?" she said.
Tom managed to change the subject again, and he found that now that he had a companion to talk to and keep his mind occupied, he didn't feel nearly so tired. The time passed quickly, and he discovered that Jo was no simple stripper. She had an active and engaging mind, and could talk about all manner of subjects of their mutual interest. They were soon laughing and talkking the miles away, until Tom noted a sign that said Des Moines was only a short distance away.
"Almost to Des Moines," he said. "Do you have some arrangements to get from here to Kansas City, or were you planning on riding your thumb the rest of the way, too?"
"I figured I'd stay the night here," said Jo. "It's getting late, and hitching at night isn't the best idea. You meet a much better class of driver during the day." She smiled at Tom. "You know, you've been on the road a long time, too. I'll tell you what. In exchange for the ride, let me pay for your room tonight. I'd feel better if I knew you weren't too tired and driving at night. After all, you told me that you were starting to get tired already about four hours ago."
"That joint covers the gas for the trip," said Tom. "You don't have to do more."
"It's fine. If it makes you feel better, you can buy me dinner." |