Interstate Reas Area Whore

“Two hundred ought to cover it sweetie,” I said to Ben.
“Pay the sissy boy.” Then she looked at me and said, “Bitch if you don’t deliver for me I am going to beat your ass. I’ll fuck your face up with these rings while Ben holds you down. So you’re warned don’t take the fucking money and come with us unless your ass can cover the check.”
Giggles, I took the money. The three of us left the rest room and walk down to the end of the parking area to their Freight Liner. One Trucker stuck his head out his cabs window and yelled, “Be gentle with the bitch Eva don’t fuck her up to bad I might want some of what’s left.” What the hell had I got myself into this time?
The Freight Line had the biggest sleeper I had ever seen. I think they said it was two hundred and some inches. I was like a small camper inside. A large double bed in the back, toilet shower combination, Small sink, Stove and oak cabinets everywhere. A large leather curtain separated the sleeper from the cab. Eva told Ben and me to set in the cab while she readied her self. She went into the sleeper and zipped the leather curtain closed.
Ben started fooling with a computer mounted on a swivel table and told me to get out of the skirt, blouse and panties and put them in a bucket sitting on the floor near the passenger seat. I did and sat down feeling very vulnerable as we both could plainly be seen through the cabs windshield.

I took out a cigarette and Ben lit it for me and then went back to stroking the computer keyboard. I took a deep drag on the cigarette an exhaled a long stream of smoke. Perfect Ben said and turned the computer to where I could see the screen. There I was on the screen. Ben told me he was broadcasting the action to a pay for view site. He had several cameras around the truck to capture all the action coming. He and Eva broadcast there adventures and made a little side money from doing so once or twice a week.