Sally Steps Up

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Sally was cleaning up at Shepherd’s Bar, a roadhouse out on Rt 62. It was past closing time, but she knew there was a party outback because the real money was after hours. So long as things stayed quiet the cops wouldn’t pay attention, for the very good reason that the Sheriff was likely to be there. But Shepherd’s everybody saw, so it had to close and she was head of the closing crew. She wiped down the counters and watched the yellow light above the door. It had been a quiet night, really, only a couple of the men had grabbed her ass, and she’d been able to free herself with a curt look. Sometimes they acted like she was one of the girls who worked the building with the red light out behind the garage. She wasn’t one of those girls, never would be, and resented them thinking that.Not that they might not have had a bit of encouragement. Sally was pretty, a lean girl with small lips, blonde hair, and a sprinkling of freckles that made her seem like the girl next door. She’d learned that the tips were better if she wore tight clothing, so her jeans hugged her full bottom. Her checked blouse fit tight with just enough buttons undone to offer a hint of cleavage. Brown cowboy boots with heels and a wide leather belt finished her ensemble. She’d drawn eyes and her tips were good that night. A Saturday night with good tips and only a few butt squeezes was a good night. She knew her cat would be waiting at her apartment, wanting some cuddle time. She stacked up the chairs, made sure the lights were out, and let herself out the back door to walk across the truck lot to her truck”Hey honey,” called a feminine voice to her right. She looked over and saw a big blue Freightliner with the driver’s window open. Someone took a long puff on a cigarette, only, the smell was too sweet for tobacco. The person puffing on it was a short-haired woman. She’d been in the bar for a while earlier, and Sally remembered serving her Stroh’s. She was nice looking too, short dark hair, no makeup, and loose clothing to hide her figure, but Sally had remembered her.”You’re Billie, right?” Sally said. She’d tipped her well, not too well, but well enough, and had made a couple of good jokes when Sally had a moment.”Yeah, you remembered. Kolej Escort Must be hard to remember people when you have so many.””They say I have a talent for names. But you’d have stood out. I’ve seen you here every few weeks. I’d heard girls had started driving but hadn’t met any drivers yet.””Girl, it’s 1972. The world is changing, and it’s changing for us.” Billie took another puff. “Looks like you had a long night.””It wasn’t so bad. Pretty decent night actually.””Some of those guys had their hands all over that pretty little ass of yours.””That’s every night around here. They weren’t too bad. Just a squeeze is all they wanted,” Sally replied.”You like giving them one?” Billie looked quizzical.”No, but I like it when they tip well. If a squeeze nets me a couple of extra bucks then I’ll take it.”Billie nodded and lifted up a beer. “Surprised you haven’t got a boyfriend picking you up at this hour?””Because I haven’t got a boyfriend,” Sally spat out like she was both proud and disappointed at the same time.”That’s a shock, pretty as you are.””Maybe I haven’t met a man around here I want to be with.”Billie laughed. “I’ve seen some of your choices. They tried buying me drinks too.”Sally smiled. “I saw you sitting alone all night. Didn’t look like you wanted a man.””Oh, I wanted company, just not them.””What kind of company were you looking for?””Someone different. Come on up and take a load off. You look like you could use a break. I have a couple of beers and some Hank Williams eight-tracks.”Sally thought for a moment. She could go home to her cat and watch the late, late movie on Channel 43. She decided she’d seen enough commercials for the Chrysler Cordoba. “Maybe I will. Got any more smoke?””Got enough,” Billie said with a grin. She shifted over to unlock the door.Sally went around, grabbed onto the handle and step, and hoisted herself up into the cab, taking a quick moment to check herself in the mirror. Then slipped inside, sitting on the seat, the thick console between them, sort of armor if she needed distance. But the sleeper was behind them and the curtains were open.It’s not like there was a lot going on around town. Emeryville Rus Escort was built around the local Baptist Church, Wooler’s IGA, and the diner. A couple of homes. A place where the only strangers were the drivers out on 62. Sally knew she was… different. She’d dated boys, even balled a couple, but really none had stuck. She knew she was twisted, and there wasn’t much hope out in Marin County of a girl like her. Or a boy either.Davey Willers had gotten himself dragged last year for about four miles by a couple of toughs. Drew not a line in the local paper outside of his six-line obituary. Not much left of Davey either. She looked over at the trucker. She had a pretty smile and a woman’s full chest. Maybe Billie was a little twisted too. And not local. Billie was safe from the rumor mill. It would be nice to spend a little time with a fellow traveler. Billie pulled another beer out of her cooler, popped the top, and handed the can over. Sally took it and lifted it so they could tap their beers together then took a sip. She didn’t really like beer all that much, but it was cold and it was nice to be off her feet.”You from around here?” asked Billie.”All my life.” Sally took another sip.Billie shoved in an eight-track so music filled the cab, then took out a plastic bag full of pot and started cleaning it, gathering papers to roll up a jay.”I’m from Chicago. Good Catholic girl, too. Mom and Dad wanted me to be a nun. And I was thinking about it, but a priest sort of shatted my illusions of the Church.”Sally could guess what she meant and decided to say nothing. “It’s life,” Billie said, rolling out the tight joint then extending her tongue to slowly lick along the adhesive edge to activate it. “I dealt with it, went to college, got a degree in art, but couldn’t get a decent job with an art degree. So I decided I’d try trucking. They have to hire some girls to show how accepting they are, so why not get in on the ground floor? They promised I would see the whole country,” she added with a laugh, then lifted the joint to her lips to light it, taking a deep puff before handing it over.Sally touched her fingers as she took the joint, pressed it Yenimahalle Escort to her lips, and sucked in a deep breath, holding it there until she almost coughed it out, then passed it back. Billie took another puff, then turned it around. “Shotgun?” she asked.Sally nodded. Billie wrapped her lips around the joint and their eyes met as she blew the reefer smoke into Sally’s mouth. Sally took a deep breath and held it, feeling the tingling in her temple. Billie had brought good pot, better than she’d been able to score locally. Probably because Sheriff Archer didn’t want any hippie stuff in Marin County. No sir, Marin was a good God-fearing county and we get our buzz from a jar. Or a can.Sally took another sip as she felt the buzz glow and fill her body with the sticky warmth she knew. Sure, the good old boys knew how to find reefer, but they wanted something, something she wasn’t willing to give. Of course, she wasn’t pregnant either, like all the waitresses she’d started with three years ago. Granted three were married. But Beth wasn’t. Her beau was missing somewhere in Laos. She sat in her seat thinking listening to Hank Williams croon, watching the shrinking joint glow brightly as Billie sucked on it. She took another drink, let the beer coat her tongue, and looked out across the golden lights of the truck lot.”Have you seen much of the country?””Lots of roads and truck stops. Not so much of the good stuff. Plus a few of the local girls.” Billie let those words hang in the air, and that made Sally sure the trucker “went to her church” as they say.”You know they also serve girls at the red light house,” Sally regretted opening her mouth the moment she’d said it.There was a long silence in the cab. “Maybe I don’t want to get served,” Billie said, a little sadly. “You ever go in there?””No,” Sally said, shaking her head for emphasis. “I don’t need that reputation. I have to live here.””Do you?” Billie asked. “It’s easier in the cities for people like us, there’s always a bar somewhere that caters to women with a twist. Easier to get lost where there are a lot of people. The problem is figuring out where that special place is. My fellow truckers aren’t in on the gay grapevine. And where do I park my rig outside an ordinary bar,” she added with a grin.”I guess that could be a problem,” Sally said. “But at least, you bring your motel room with you.” She thumbed back at the sleeper.”I sure do. You ever been in one?”Sally shook her head. “Not once, though it ain’t for lack of trying on the part of the local clientele.”

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