Knockin

“Who the hell’s knockin' on my door at this hour?” The truck driver was in his mid-fifties, had a pot-belly, and wore a scraggly gray and black beard and mustache. He looked about the lot and, even with the heavy fog that was rolling in, could see there were no other vehicles in the desolate truck turn-out. 

The man was in a pissy mood because Bill had called-in for a sick day, and he had to take this long distance Washington run. Bill was new at the company and it really perturbed him that just because the man’s wife went into labor he had to cover the overnight route. In his mind it was very inconsiderate of Bill. 

Another rap on the far door caused the man to shift in his seat. Whoever was out there was too short to see. For a long moment he felt some trepidation, and thought about not opening it, then he leaned over and pushed open the passenger door to his 2002 Freightliner FLD120.

The man let out a long whistle when he saw her standing there in the mist; a red-headed honey in a black leather mini-skirt and matching tank top. She wore sexy black fishnet stockings and black knee-high leather boots completing her outfit. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. 

“Nice truck.” She stared at him. The semi was older, but he took good care of his dark-blue beauty. She may have minor road wear and tear, but her motor was clean and well-maintained.  

“Damn girl, what the hell ya doin out here at this late hour? You sure ain’t no ‘lot lizard’.” It was a common term truck drivers used for the prostitutes who worked the rest areas. Most of those women were old and worn out. Not that he hadn’t partaken once or twice, or more. 

“I’m just trying to work my way through my last year of college, Mister. There’s no one else in the lot. Why don’t you invite me in?” She smiled innocently. The kind of smile that made the older man’s heart skip a beat with anticipation. 

“Call me Bernie.” He was sure he couldn’t afford anything this young and cute. “Climb on up, honey.”

“Call me Lilith, baby.” The woman nimbly climbed up into the cab, sitting with her slightly open legs facing Bernie as she closed the truck door. Her skirt was just short enough to reveal she was wearing see-through white lace panties. The color contrast excited the man even more.

“How much money ya looking for?” Bernie licked his lips anxiously, afraid to hear the price. 

“Depends how many times you wanna go.” She smiled, a lot less innocently. Now it was sexy and filled with hints of what was to come. 

“Well, ol’ Bernie's only good for one go at this age, but I promise you it’ll be a good un’.” He gulped as she shifted to give him a better view of her womanly secrets. 

“How about two hundred?” She reached over and grabbed his little soldier who was now standing at attention. 

Bernie swallowed hard and his hands shook while he grabbed his billfold from the console and pulled out two crisp one hundred dollar bills and handed them to the enticing young woman. She slipped the money into her small leather black purse. He was sure the silly bimbo could get four times that amount working for one of the escort services in the big cities. 

“You won’t be needing that tonight.” She pointed at the condom he had also pulled out of his wallet. 

“Ya sure?” He slipped the rubber into the breast pocket of his denim overalls, hoping she was really that naive.

“Are you married, Bernie?” Lilith ignored his question and nodded towards his wedding ring. 

“Yes. Her name’s Merideth. Been married twenty-eight years.” He was having trouble focusing on anything but her firm hand. 

“Don’t you feel a little bit guilty that another woman is holding Merideth’s property?”

“Not at the moment.” Bernie didn’t want to talk about his wife. “But what Merideth doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“When’s the last time you had sex with Merideth?” Her questions and hand were equally persistent. 

“It’s been quite a while.” He groaned.” But if you keep talkin’ about her, I’m gonna start feeling guilty.”

“Perfect.” Lilith smirked. “So here’s the deal. The more you talk about your wife, the more I’m going to do to you and the longer I’ll make it last.”

“Oh, you may be young, but you’re a kinky one.” 

“Do we have a deal, Bernie?” She kissed him full on the mouth. It was greedy . . . yet needy.

Once she freed his lips, he mumbled, “Yes, yes, deal.”

“One last thing.” She smiled as she pulled him into the sleeping compartment by his manhood. “Tell me you want me and I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”

“I want you. I want you very badly.” Bernie was so excited he could hardly get the words out. He couldn’t believe how much his luck had changed. He would have to thank Bill when he saw him. “Oh yes, I want you.”

Soon the cab of the semi-truck was rocking and squeaking with a force that shook the heavy Freightliner. If anyone had been in the lot, there would have been no mistaking what was occuring in the sleeping compartment. 

It went on for some time, causing the windows to fog up. Finally, Bernie’s loud moans and groans of ecstasy turned to something different. They became the screams of terror . . . and pain. Then the foggy truck lot grew quiet. 

“Completus sum!” A bright red light erupted inside of the cab of the truck, then faded away. 

A few moments later, the red-head climbed out of the truck and straightened her leather skirt. She walked away with blood dripping from her hand and a big smile on her face. Only this grin was neither innocent, nor sexy. Lilith bore the smile of sinister fulfillment as she disappeared into the fog.