The wipe marks were very visible, marked by lines of dirt left from the squeegee. It was clear that I went off roading with the trailer and I honestly couldn't care less. Maybe it will rain later tonight and it would wash away the rest of the evidence. Knowing my luck, this would be the driest week this town has ever seen. Removing the problem from my mind, I walked towards the station. In a town with a population of less than 2000, I was surprised to see the 24 hour service sign as I pulled into the lot.
A light door jungle announced my entry into the store. Looking around, it seemed decently stocked with the usual convenience store products. Heading to the motor section, I grabbed three cans of Fix-a-flat and some duct tape. My front tire has already been replaced by the spare and the new one also busted a leak. It has been running on this quick fix shit since. I really needed to stop hitting sleeper lines while driving.
As I was grabbing a few more items, I heard the clatter of a broom handle hitting the ground, followed by a quiet curse. Ignoring the noise, I walked up to the front counter. I saw the showers in the back and I was eager to enter them. The couple bottles of soap and shampoo I saw were added to my hands as I waited.
There was a girl sitting behind the counter in the back office, reading something off of her phone. I cleared my throat a bit, to no effect. After a minute, I said something only to realize that she had earphones in, some of those stupid expensive white ones. I felt a bit of anger well up, before it quickly went away. The girl was a sight for sore eyes and it's been a while since I had any luck with the fairer sex. Taking a moment to ogle her plump ass through her yoga pants, I was rudely interrupted by another voice.
"I'm sorry, Blaire really likes her music. Where you waiting long?" Turning my head, I had 'fuck off' loaded on my lips until I saw the girl behind me. If Yoga-pants was a 7/10 for her full body, young miss newcomer was a 10/10 based on her face alone. Her hair came down to around cheek level, obviously dyed black. Seeing the black painted finger nails and pale skin, I felt like I was back in high school, seeing a goth for the first time.
Realizing that I was staring and not talking, I cleared my throat. "No, no worries." My words were rewarded with a smile as she went behind the counter. I took the opportunity to really look at what she had going on. Her long legs filled the tight black jeans she was wearing. They ended right under a tight ass and thin waist. Her shirt came up a bit as she lifted the counter top entrance, revealing toned abs. The chest was a disappointment, but that was easily overshadowed by seeing her smile again as she reached for the items I had grabbed. Lost in her face, I watched her full lips as she looked at me and spoke.
"You lose a fight with some mud, bro?" Light confusion filled my head as I returned to reality. Following her gaze, I looked outside where my truck was clearly visible through the window. Seeing my shitty efforts at cleaning, I tried to laugh it off.
"Yeah, one muddy pot hole and my truck was a new color." I only got a quirked eyebrow at my lame excuse. One pot hole was nowhere near enough to account for how dirty my truck was. I was lucky that the corn wasn't too tall, otherwise I would have been picking it out of my grill. As I looked at her face again, I got a strange feeling. Thinking back on her wording, why did she call me bro? The strangeness growing, I asked a question.
"How much for a shower?" The girl looked up at me again, answering my question. "$10, unless you want it for longer than 30 minutes, then its 15. Max time is an hour, though." Time slowed down as I focused less on her face and more on her voice. There was this strange disconnect I felt grow, but I couldn't place it. A sudden, outlandish idea came into my mind as I focused on the employee's throat. As I saw the slight Adam's apple move when the employee spoke, my fantasies came crashing down as I realized I was checking out a MAN.
"Can you give me a sec?" Not waiting for a reply, I turned and went to the liquor section and grabbed a few 50ml vodka bottles. Adding these increased my total past what I wanted to spend today, but I needed some alcohol to forget my own embarrassment. Hopefully he didn't see my stares. Ringing up the gas and the items, I pulled out my credit card. I was nearing the max, but I should still have enough for this transaction.
The employee had a nervous smile on his face as he spoke. "Sorry... our internet here has been down since yesterday and we can only do cash, I should have mentioned sooner." Avoiding his bewitching gaze, I put my card back in my wallet and fished out two $100 bills. The employee accepted the notes, quickly drawing a marker across the paper. Maybe I should get into counterfeiting? Grabbing the change off of the counter, I went out to my truck to stow the bag and pull out some clean-ish clothes. Putting the freshly purchased booze in with my bag of clothes, I went back to the station.
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(Andy's POV)
I really hate midnight shifts.
John, my asshole manager who only worked days, moved me to nightshift last week to replace Kelly who quit without a two-week notice. She got a job at the warehouse just outside of town, leaving me stuck in the worst timeslot of any job. I wanted to get a job there, but you needed to know someone. At least I got to work with Blaire, although my chances with her were super low. She preferred big, muscle guys. Not lanky, skinny guys.
As I stood next to the counter, wasting time staring at Blaire's big butt, I saw the flash of headlights turning into the station. The clock near the door read 11:50, a bit late for a gas stop. Even later for a truck, I thought as I saw the muddy trailer roll to a stop. Poor guy must have gone down a dirt road by accident. I watched him get out and start cleaning his trailer off with a squeegee. Annoyance filled my head, now I would have to clean out the water near the pump as well. Watching him clean reminded me of my own neglected duties. If this guy or Blaire complained to John, I would be fucked.
