We finally drove the van back to the gas station. All the while, I been trying to think of ways to get rid of this Redhead. Brute force clearly didn’t work, so I was was going to need some strategy and finesse. Suddenly remember that old man at the gas station. I stared at the old man, who was standing the window like he was some kinda puppy wanting for is master. Master…hmm. Okay, I got an idea.
I talked Redhead into letting me walk in alone to pay for the gas, with her money. Then, I talked the old man into giving me a full tank of gas, two beef jerks and a bottle of green tea for one night with Redhead.
“Okay Sexy,” I said to Redhead as I walked towards her. “You almost passed the test.”
“Test? What test.” She returned the nozzle and closed the gas tank.
“I wanted to see how bad you wanted to be a model. So I lied about having a wife, a son, you know. That guy, with the car, he was in on it too.”
“Oh my God, I knew, I just knew you was a real agent.” She jumped up and down and even hugged me. “That’s why I wanted to have sex with you to make sure you knew I really wanted to be a model.”
“Yeah.” I waved my hands. “But you got one more test. A final test. You have to sleep with that old man inside.”
She looked as if she was going to throw up. “He’s weird and creepy.”
“Guess you don’t wanna be a model.”
She grabbed my shirt and drove me to the van. I said, “You can kill me if you want to, but you never be a model unless you do what I say.”
“Fine!” She let go of me. Thank god, my ribs started to hurt. Not that they didn’t hurt, but it was really hurting. “But you coming with me. You might run out.”
Struggling to breath, I argeed. “But I want you butt naked now.” Mainly because I have no idea where she kept the money. I thought it was in her clothes. But of course, she stripped down to her birthday suit and walked back into the gas station.
Within a matter of minutes, the old man and Redhead are sexing in the back of the store room on top of a few crates, while she held my wrist. Luckily, there was a metal vase in arm reach. So, I grabbed it and smacked Redhead in the face with it, causing her mouth to bruise and her nose to bleed. She released go of my hand just long enough for me to run outside. En route to the van, I grabbing all her clothes, and jumped in the van, locking the door. After finding the keys in Redhead’s pants pocket, I started the van. Redhead grabbed the passenger’s door and broke the window with her fist as I hit the gas.
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