Page 133 of Corrupted Pleasure
Davina
The four of us followed the truck until they made their regular scheduled stop. Don’t ask me why they always had a scheduled gas refill at this specific station, but it worked for us.
The gas station was located in a bad part of town, its fluorescent lights flickered on and off. Half of the sign didn’t work at all and the driver parked the truck exactly there.
“Okay, Ivy,” I told her. “Distract them. Do as good of a job as Juliette did in Chicago.”
Wynter snickered. All of us did; we couldn’t help it.
“Offer to fuck them both,” Juliette suggested. “That’s sure to distract them.”
“Such pressure to perform,” Ivy groaned. “How do you do it with skating, Wynter?”
“Okay, less talk. More action,” I scolded, though humor colored my voice.
The three of us watched Ivy exit the Jeep and saunter to the truck, swaying her hips. Then she got right in front of it and started unzipping her dress.
“Oh wonderful,” Juliette mused. “She’s stripping. Let’s hope the police don’t drive by and mistake her for a prostitute.”
“If they do, we’ll just bail her out. I think eventually we are bound to be bailing someone out. Might as well gain some experience in that arena.”
Wynter and Juliette snickered, but I was dead serious.
We watched as the guy got out and approached Ivy, his eyes hungry on her. She said something to the guy and the latter scratched the back of his head. They exchanged a few words back and forth then strode to the back of the truck.
The door shut, blocking Ivy and the two men out of our view.
“Oh my gosh,” I rasped. “She’s doing it. She convinced him to take her to the back of the truck.”
“She probably suggested a ménage,” Wynter mused. “She did admit she felt rather horny. Should we give her an extra minute?”
“Hell no,” I said. “The third guy is inside the gas station. Unless you want to bone him, let's get rid of those two men.”
“Don’t stress, D,” Juliette chuckled. “Ivy probably has them dead by now.”
Juliette and I jumped out of the Jeep. Wynter remained behind the wheel to ensure we had a speedy escape. Juliette was the expert at picking locks so once at the armored truck, she readied to go straight to work, while I was her lookout.
My heart thundered. Noises came from inside the truck I prayed they weren’t in the middle of fucking. I didn’t think Ivy was serious when she suggested she have a threesome. She was a damn virgin, for Christ’s sake. That would be like going from zero to one hundred in a sports car in less than three seconds.
I kept glancing towards the gas station for the man that’d be back any moment.
It took Juliette thirty seconds to have the back door unlocked. We found Ivy grinning wide and two unconscious men.
“Please tell me you didn’t kill them.” I placed my palm on my forehead.
“Don’t worry, they’re alive” she assured. “And no, I didn’t let them fuck me.”
“Thank God,” Juliette and I said at the same time.
“Help me dump their big bodies out of the back,” she started pushing one of them.
I nodded. “Ivy, you go to the front and start the truck,” I ordered her. “I’ll be right over.”
She scurried over to the driver's seat, while Juliette and I huffed and puffed, pushing the two unconscious bodies and rolling them over like a sack of potatoes.
“What the fuck did she give them?” I inquired. “They’re dead weight.”
Juliette snickered. “It's a powerful drug. They won’t remember a thing when they wake up.”
