Cheyenne was running late and she knew it.
Cheyenne's cheap company and cheaper boss would not pay for a plane ticket from San Francisco to Vegas for the convention and now she was forced to drive the company car which no one would even dare drive to work. Just out of college, her first job and already she was in danger of losing it by showing up late.
It was early in the morning still and she had only another fifty miles of desert to go through to get there. She tried to stop for gas in the little town a bit back but nothing was open so early in the morning. The next town was a bit off the highway from the map, but seemed a world away as she tried to make it there.
That's when the car up and died, maybe another four miles away to the next town. She pulled off the road and searched for her cell phone to call a tow truck and her boss but she could not get a signal. Weighing her options she decided not to walk back towards the highway but instead go on ahead to the next town which would be closer.
Cheyenne decided to gather up some things like her messenger bag and laptop and some more sensible shoes since she only had her heals on. Checking the truck she looked around but could not find her sneakers which she had left in her gym bag, having taken it out the night before after her work out when she got back to her apartment. All that was left was her suitcase which conveniently had wheels so at least she did not have to carry it.
As she began walking It was already starting to get hot. Her dark skirt suit was already starting to cling to her body. Now just barely able to see the town up ahead she continued on, and heard a truck coming up down the road. The rusted out pickup truck came closer and the driver, a grizzled looking man brought it to a stop upon seeing the young woman.
"Looks like your in a bit of trouble," he grufly said.
Cheyenne hurried to the window, taking her sunglasses down to get a better look at the driver. "Thanks so much mister, my car broke down up a mile or two down the road," she started, the driver never stopping to really look at her as she was speaking.
"Uh huh," he muttered through his mouth full of chewing tobacco. "Welp best get ya into town then, toss your shit in he back and hop in."
It was easily done with no gate to the truck bed, bending to lift her case Cheyenne never noticed the driver staring back at her long legs and tight little ass as she did. He never took his eyes off of her as she walked back around the truck to the passenger side, creaking the door open to see the dust covered seat next to her driver.
"Whatcha waiting for hun," he said patting the seat next to him.
A bit disgusted at the dirt she brushed the seat and slide in closing the door behind her. "Thanks she said, "my name is Cheyenne," hand outstretched to shake that of her driver.
"Name's Frank," he said again never really looking but adjusting his mirror a bit. Cheyenne quickly remembered her blouse was undone by a few buttons from her walk and it seemed Frank was trying to get a better look. Covering up with a cough Frank quickly turned the wheel to head back to the small town up ahead.
Upon getting into town Cheyenne noticed how little there actually was there, a garage and gas station, with a junk yard in the back; a motel that had seen better days; a bar next door to the motel and maybe two or three boarded and shuttered buildings.
Stopping at the gas station, Frank said "Welp knock on the door Chuck should be in, he can take a look at the car for you."
"Thanks again Frank," Cheyenne said, again not getting so much as a glance out of him and instead the same 'uh huh' as before.
Gathering up her things from the truck bed Frank got one more chance to watch her ass, jump in and out of the truck bed. Then after straightening out her skirt which had risen a bit, he spit out the window and drove off.
Stepping into the gas station she found Chuck, at least a big sleeping fat man with 'Chuck' written on his work shirt behind the counter. She could smell the mix of his stink and alcohol amongst the various garage odors. Seeing the bell on the counter she quickly ringed it, almost knocking him out of his chair.
A bit stunned he waddled to his feet and gave the young woman an obvious look over while adjusting his pants with both hands and then glasses with a dirty finger.
"My car broke down and its about four miles back, any chance you can tow it in and look at it, I really need to get to on the road and to Vegas." Cheyenne said.
"Welp a bit busy today but can at least tow it in," he muttered though his full schedule was unconvincing.
