But not Bridleton, it was too close to home. Bristol would be a lot easier; more choice too. He backed his Ford out of Railway road, and headed for the M5.
His fuel warning light came on while he was cruising along the motorway.
He made it to the next service station; an overnight stop for truckers, and filled up. While he was waiting for his change from the kiosk, he noticed a couple of women hanging around one of the parked-up trucks. A driver was talking to them, then one climbed up into the cabin.
Leaving a spare Lucy.
Daniel was careful to appear non-threatening, when he pulled up beside her.
Very tasty. All tits and bum, and lovely thick lips. Perfect.
He persuaded her to leave the sanctuary of the service-station, pleading it was too conspicuous for a romp in the Ford - much better, to go to some dark lane off the motorway. Lucy seemed happy to accept when he told her he’d drop her back at the service station later.
‘But it will still cost fifty quid,’ she said.
He nodded. ‘Fine by me.’
She got in...
...The blow-job was exceptional, but then she spoiled it all by insisting on using a condom if he wanted a shag.
‘What’s wrong with you?’ she asked.
‘It’s not natural.’
‘Well it is for me, darling. So be a good boy and wear one.’
She was being reasonable, didn’t yell at him, so he gave it a try. But the sensation had gone. He increased the pace, pumped her harder and faster, while she squirmed underneath him. Then he felt a release, and the sensation returned.
Her face screwed up. ‘Stop, the bloody condom’s split.’
He ignored her and carried on thrusting.
She started to pummel him with her fists, but he growled and slapped her one. ‘Enjoy it bitch. It feels great.’
Then he blew.
‘Bastard,’ she yelled. ‘I sodding told you ...’
The light went off. He put his hands around her neck and squeezed. ‘Shut the fuck up.’ He carried on until she was still.
Sometime later, he dumped her body in a roadside ditch.