Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel

by Rimmer, Anita

  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.

  "You poor dear," she finally said when I was done. She stood up and put her arms around me. I felt myself starting to tear up again and it was all I could do not to break down into another sobbing mess.

  "We had all wondered what that room was up there, and why it was always kept locked. He said he let you go to get rid of that aspect of the truck stop after buying it from Frank, but his claim that he had simply converted the upstairs into more of a luxurious shower and nap room for the truckers never really seemed to ring true to me. Yet we never saw you or any other girls go up there, so I just never really gave it any thought. I can't say it really surprises me, though. I've always thought Charles had a bit of a sadistic streak to him. He always acted all kind and proper, but you could tell he was up to something."

  I had thought we may have to bring her up to the cage and let her see it for herself in order to convince her, but thankfully it sounded like that wasn't going to be necessary. I thought Charles had everyone fooled but he apparently wasn't as slick as he thought he was.

  "Of course, you deserve every penny that man has promised you, and more!" she said, when we explained what we were after and how she could help. Her role was simple. All we needed was for her to spread the word that Charles had told her that he was going out of town to scout a new truck stop he was thinking of buying and he had left her in charge, as well as bringing me back to help out since I had spent a lot of time there and knew a lot of the regulars.

  It wasn't a perfect story, but I figured most of the people that worked there weren't going to question it, not if it came from Marjorie. As long as they still got paid, they probably didn't care who ran the place.

  As soon as she left the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad that was done. I was feeling a bit woozy though, so I needed to sit down. As soon as I lowered myself onto the couch, though, I felt like I had to get up again as I was going to be sick. I couldn't even make it to the door, and I immediately started to throw up into the trash can next to Charles' big wooden desk.

  "I think we should get you to the doctor," Dani said. She saw me shake my head and start to protest, but then cut me off. "Anna, you've been locked in a cage for months with barely any exercise and a questionable diet of shitty truck stop food and semen. You need to get a checkup."

  I smiled at that and then nodded. She was right.

  We left right away and made our way to a walk in women's clinic that wasn't far from where we were after getting directions from Marjorie. I had to wait for a little while, but when I finally got in I got a full checkup. Turned out I had two kinds of VD but thankfully both were treatable with antibiotics and would clear up in a few days. It could have been a lot worse. I gave them the truck stop phone number as a contact number where they could reach me with the rest of the results next week and we left, heading back to the little motel.

  Given what I had just found out, I told Dani we should keep our distance for a few days and let the medication work, even though both of us were anxious to explore our feelings for each other physically again. I told her the anticipation would make it even more intense and she reluctantly agreed. But we still slept in the same bed. It was heavenly to sleep in the arms of someone who cared about me again.

  Week 44

  It's been a few days and even though we keep bringing food up to Charles and asking him again if he's ready to pay me for all the work I've done, he seems to only be getting angrier and angrie
r. I guess he assumes someone will eventually find him and let him out, and then he both won't have to pay me and will be able to get the revenge he keeps promising. To be honest, I'm a bit worried about that happening as well. When we planned this originally, we thought he would only last a couple days before he'd finally just give me my money and send me on my way, happy to get rid of me. But I guess his pride has been hurt, or something, because he just won't give in.

  Dani, Dave and I have spent most of our time in his office. We've searched all the drawers and gone through all his papers but he seems to have kept no record of me or any of what was going on upstairs. At least not here, which means it could be anywhere. I don't know where he lives or even what other truck stops he owns, but it's not like the three of us would be able to storm any of those places on our own. Dani seems to think he wouldn't have put the money in the bank because it wasn't exactly legitimate income, but that still doesn't tell us where he did keep it.

  In the meantime, we've been spending the days just talking and relaxing. Dani and Dave have been filling me in on what's been going on in the world, and each night we go for a drive to do something different. I went and saw my first movie in god knows how long. It was great to be doing something other than sitting in a cage staring at the bars. Meanwhile, my queasiness has been still coming and going, but I expect the clinic to call any day now with my test results. My belief was that it was just stress, though.

  Dani and I were sitting on the couch in the office one afternoon, she had her bare feet up on my lap and I was rubbing them absently as we chatted. Dave had left to run some errands but was coming back to pick us up and take us on our nightly excursion. I knew I would owe him a lot of money when I finally got paid (hopefully not IF I got paid), even though he kept saying it was the least he could do.

  "Where should we go tonight?" I asked.

  "MMmmm, wherever you want babe," she said. Her eyes were closed and she was leaning back against the couch as I massaged her feet.

  "We could see another movie?" I suggested.

  "Sure," she said. She pushed her heel down and moved it in a circle, rubbing my pussy through my pants lightly. "Maybe a dirty one?"

  I laughed, but I was feeling just as horny as she was. The doctor had said I would be all clear to have sex again within a few days, but we still hadn't done it. I feel like she was giving me distance after what I'd been through, worried about pushing me into it before I was ready. But I was more than ready, I just didn't want her catching anything from me. By now, though, I should be clean.

  I rubbed her feet a bit harder and then ran my fingers slowly up her leg. She cracked an eye open to look at me, probably trying to determine if I was just continuing an innocent massage or trying to start something more interesting.

  I let my fingers continue up her thigh until they pushed against her warm cleft, the heat was radiating off of her even through the red jeans that she was wearing. I figured that should be hint enough that the massage was over.

  Both of her eyes were open now, and she had a little half smile on her lips. Her pale face was framed by her fiery red hair, and it made her look positively mischievous, even though it was me that was instigating this encounter.

  "Why Anna, I do believe you're getting fresh with me," she said in a poor rendition of a southern drawl.

  "Why don't you come over here and find out for sure," I said.

  Dani wasted no time flipping her legs off of me and shifting them underneath her so that she could lean forward. I met her halfway and our lips touched softly. As usual, she tasted sweet. This time like cherry. She had the best taste in lip gloss.

  My tongue reached past her lips and was met with her own and they started to dance, rolling against each other in a slippery tango. I reached forward and ran my fingers through her long red hair and she put her own around my neck, crossing her wrists behind my head. Our kiss continued, only getting deeper as time ticked by. My grip in her hair tightened and I pulled gently, letting her head arch back to expose her neck to my wandering mouth.

  Dani let out a little sigh and her hands started to move down my body. I felt them touch my breasts, causing a shiver of pleasure to run up my spine. She rubbed her thumbs across my nipples, pressing the fabric of my shirt against the hardening nubs. I continued to kiss down her neck and let my own hands touch her breasts which were slightly smaller than my own. I reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, freeing my mouth from her neck for a moment to remove her shirt. She lifted her arms as well to help and I was greeted by the sight of her bare breasts again.

  They were beautiful. I loved the small dusting of freckles that ran along the tops of them, but I was drawn most to her long pink nipples. My tongue flicked out against one of them and it hardened instantly, pressing against my lips as if it was urging me to take it into my mouth. I obliged, of course, and revelled in the feeling of her warm nub against my tongue. I rolled it around in my mouth, the little sounds that she made as I did so making me very wet.

  For her own part, Dani had slipped her hands under my shirt and was now pulling roughly on my nipples, something she knew I loved. I moved my attention to her other breast, sliding my tongue in a circle around her areolas in an effort to tease her nipple into getting even harder before I started to suck on it. As I did so, my hands pushed down to her pants and I started to pull on the button, loosening them enough so that I could slide my hand past her waistline and under her panties. I was greeted with her downy pubic hair that led me to her already engorged clit. As soon as I touched it, I felt the nipple against my lips get even harder and heard another gasp of pleasure come out of her mouth. In the couple of times that she and I had been together, I had never gotten a chance to give her much pleasure, she was always the one going down on me. It was definitely time to change that.

  I dropped both hands to her pants now and started to tug them off. She lifted her hips to help me but kept pulling on my nipples even while she did so. I could feel they were rock hard now and my panties were already soaked. I rolled the edge of her pants off down along her firm ass towards her thighs. Her white lace panties came into view immediately, giving me a tantalizingly obscured view of her red pubic hair. I moved farther down towards the far end of the couch, tugging her jeans to her feet and causing her hands to finally release my sensitive nipples which was a bit disappointing. There would be more time for that later.

  Her pants finally removed, I pushed my nose against her panties and nuzzled her between the legs. The warmth from her pussy bathed my face and I basked in her musky aroma. Unable to wait to taste the prize I had waited months for, I hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them roughly down. She let out a little squeak, but when my mouth started to nibble on her lower lips as soon as they were visible, that sound turned into a moan.

  I couldn't believe this was the first time I had gone down on Dani. Heck, it was the first time I had gone down on any woman. Why have I waited so long? The tastes and smells were heavenly, and the warmth that radiated off of her sex was comforting.

  Dani spread her legs a little bit to give me better access and I took advantage of that immediately, pressing my tongue up against her lips and sliding them between and into her pussy. I wiggled my way in deeper and Dani answered by gyrating her hips in a similar motion, trying to help me push down into her depths. Her musky flavor was a complete turn on for me, and combined with the fact that I was finally getting to taste my sweet girlfriend I felt like as soon as she even touched me I would probably have the biggest orgasm of my life.

  I pushed my fingers into her wet pussy and then moved my lips up to her little hooded nub to give it some attention. As soon as my lips touched it, I felt her start to quiver a bit. She panted my name and her hands went down to my head, pushing me against her pleasure center even more firmly. I slid two fingers into her immediately and hooked them up, touching her g spot and being answered with a buck of her hips. My fingers were moving rapidly in and out of her, lubricated by th
e wetness that was flowing from her and the saliva dripping down from the tongue bath I was giving to her clit.

  Each of her fists had a handful of my hair and she was whispering my name, over and over. Her hips were making their own circles in time with the thrusts of my fingers and finally she let out a muffled screech as she tried to keep her voice down as she started to cum. I felt her pussy muscles squeeze down on my fingers but I kept up my relentless assault on her clit until she finally pulled my head up by my hair to stop me.

  I let me fingers slide out of her pussy, but as soon as she relaxed the grip on my head I dropped it back down between her legs and started to slowly lick up the cum that was still dripping from her hole, savoring the flavors that were denied to me for so long. I was careful not to overly stimulate her, knowing how sensitive she was at the moment, but I had to lap up as much of her juices as I could.

  Suddenly, the door to the office swung open and I lifted my head in surprise and shock, only to see Dave's massive frame standing there. The look on his face was probably even more shocked than mine.