Julie knew that she was going to be raped as soon as the stranger tightened his grip on her forearm and looked into her eyes with all the violence of hell. They were alone together and in the desert about one hundred miles from the nearest civilization. Her car had broken down while she was driving to Vegas, and this creepy old guy had driven his car up out of nowhere and offered to help.
Julie had been a stripper and that’s why she was headed for Vegas. She had a new job there. So she had been in with a tough set of people before and generally knew how to act around them. This guy out in the desert with her was the toughest she had seen and the most dangerous. She had already made up her mind to do anything he wanted and hoped that she might make it out of the desert with her life.
Julie was twenty. She had long black hair that came to almost her waist. She had kind of a good country girl appearance about her that drove the men crazy at the strip clubs she worked at, and a tight little body to go along with it. When her old car had broke down on the highway she had been wearing a pair of short-short cut off jeans, and a halter-top. Her pierced navel revealed by the shirt. Her tongue was also pierced, as was her clitoris.
The guy was old. He was probably a Hells Angel or something equally as tough. Maybe he had even been in Vietnam. He would have been about the right age. He was tall, about six and a half feet. He had a beer belly that hung over his pants. Tattoos ran up and down both of his arms and were revealed by the sleeveless undershirt he wore. A long beard and thick dark sunglasses that he wore at midnight made his face look pure evil.
“Don’t hurt me,” Julie begged him. “I’ll do whatever you want me to. Just don’t hurt me.”
He spit out into the desert and increased his grip on her arm. Reaching into his back pocket he brought out a knife. This made Julie jump with a shock of fear. He reached out with the blade and cut first one and then the other of the straps that held up her halter-top. Nothing held up the flimsy garment and it fell away to the sand below. Julie was nude under the halter. Her breasts were a small C size. The nipples were long and red and always seemed to be erect. They were both pierced, and the gold glimmered in the moonlight. On her belly was a little tattoo. He looked down curiously at this.
“We can fuck if that’s what you want to do. Only please don’t hurt me,” Julie found that there were tears in her voice as she said this.
He only looked at her with that solid evil stare that sent chills through her. He put the knife back in his pocket and released the grip on her arm and backed off a couple of steps staring at her expectantly. Julie had a pretty good idea what he wanted. Her heart was beating very quickly from her fear.
She reached down to her cutoffs and unzipped them wiggling out of them and letting them drop onto the sand beneath her feet. She had on a g-string under the shorts. She stepped out of the shorts and reached for the g-string finding that she was starting to get cold from the cool night air of the desert. She hadn’t worked as a stripper in about a month so her pubic hair had grown in to a full dark bush between her long legs. She discarded the g-string to the side and was naked before the evil man and waited for him to come to her.