Eight hours later, Casey could barely sit still in her seat. The charm had begun its slow ramp up on her hours before, but she had ignored the feeling. The effect had been growing stronger and stronger, to the point that if she were in the truck with anyone but her father, she would have already been masturbating. Now she was just trying her best to ignore the creeping need that was beginning to claw at her.
She had rolled down the window and was staring out it. Casey tried to focus on the passing landscape instead of what was happening to her. Her panties had already been wet when she had gotten in the truck from Jordan and Derek, but now they were even damper. Her own arousal was building up every moment. If she didn't take care of it soon, it felt as if she'd go mad from it.
"You alright, Casey?" Her dad asked. His attention was on the highway, but that didn't stop him from glancing over at her. He had been quite happy since taking care of the trickster.
"Oh, everything is just fine, Dad." Casey didn't think she could stay around him in this state. The charm was pushing the dream she had to the forefront of her mind, and the last thing she wanted to imagine right now was her own father forcing his cock into her. She wasn't fine though. Casey didn't know how much longer she could deal with this. "Maybe we should grab some motel rooms again," she suggested.
He thought about it for a moment. "We do have another six hours of driving ahead of us. I could do with a break myself. It's not like there's a rush, that trickster was taken care of pretty quickly."
It was only a few minutes until they spotted a motel alongside a truck stop and pulled off. It felt as if the charm had grown even stronger in those few minutes. Casey was practically squirming as they rented the rooms and headed off to them. She couldn't wait any longer.
She rushed ahead of her dad and unlocked her room. "I'm really tired, I'll see you in the morning. Good night." She barely let him answer before she closed the door behind her.
All she did through was toss her pack on the bed and then listen for her dad going into his room. The instant she heard his door close, she quietly opened her door and slipped back out into the night. She wished Derek was still around; that would be easier than finding a new guy. But there had to be a man around she could convince to fuck her. A quick look around the motel showed that everyone was already inside their rooms, and she didn't have any luck running into someone arriving. That left the truckstop and diner.
She walked over to them, watching the different semi-trucks arriving and departing often. One of those drivers would fuck her. Casey didn't head to the diner; instead, she waited for one of the men fueling up his truck to return from paying. As he climbed up into the driver seat, she approached him. The man had a messy beard and a bit of a gut, but it wasn't like that would stop her.
"Hi," Casey called out.
The man's attention immediately turned to her, and his eyes ran up and down her body. She had left her hoody in the room, so now she was just dressed in her low-cut black tank top and her matching shorts. It wasn't too difficult to tell what she was looking for; she wouldn't be out of place standing at a street corner downtown.
