Truckstop

[Angeleyz]

Feeling a little foolish when Roger had to correct her, Kira was tempted to explain how her mother was a major control freak when it came to cooking and how she wasn't even allowed to be in the kitchen when Mom was in chef mode, but she didn't want to sound like she was making excuses. Now if he wanted her to make cookies or other kind of baked goods, she'd be all over that.

Make equal sized spears so they cook evenly.

Nodding to show him that she understood, she began to slide the potato as directed, somewhat distracted by thoughts of her family. Her mother must be absolutely freaking out right now, and she could only imagine the words that were being exchanged between her parents with her disappearing on her father's watch. She stewed quietly as she finished cutting the spears.

 

[a_libertine]

Roger watched her for a couple minutes as Kira began cutting the potatoes into spears. Satisfied that she wasn't going to cut herself, or attack him, he turned to a cabinet and pulled a heavy cast iron skillet out. He placed it on the gas stove and began heating oil for the fries.

Once that was done he turned back to the meat. He began feeding the beef and bacon to it, grinding it into hamburger meat. He glanced over as Kira finished and nodded, "Good work."

 

[Angeleyz]

Although she could feel him watching her, Kira kept her attention on the potatoes in front of her, quartering and slicing with careful precision. She wished she hadn't messed up earlier and had been able to get a message to her parents, wished they knew she was at least alive.

She could hear him moving around, apparently pulling something out of a cabinet and peeked over at him while his attention was off her. She wished she understood what he wanted with her. 'Well besides the obvious,' she sneered at herself, thinking it was pretty obvious he just wanted to fuck her senseless.

Kira's movements slowed as she recalled his earlier request to give him a month or two. Her brows knit as she tried to understand why he'd suggest that she wouldn't want to go home. Besides becoming addicted to his touch?!?

Her eyes were troubled when she looked up, placing the knife on the counter. Roger must have heard her as he looked over almost immediately.

Good work.

It took her a moment for Kira to realize he was referring to the potato wedges and not his recent plowing of her body. She shrugged slightly and murmured a soft "Thank you." She paused a moment before asking if there was anything else she could do, needing something to keep her mind off her parents, the length of time she might be with him, and most assuredly anything having to do with fucking.

 

[a_libertine]

Roger saw something. .. vulnerable in Kira's eyes and paused a moment. When she asked if there was anything else he nodded, "Yeah, there is a spice rack over there. Grab salt, black pepper, chili powder and some paprika. We are going to give the meat some flavor."

He watched he walk away, her ass swaying seductively as she walked. Even in nothing more than a Terry cloth towel she was amazing to look at.

Shaking his head he turned back to the meat grinder and began disassembling it to clean. As she returned with the spices Roger said, "Okay, add a little of each to the meat, no more than a teaspoon and fold it in."

 

[Angeleyz]

Kira was glad to have something to do as she padded over to get the spices Roger had requested. She thought she felt his eyes on her, but when she reached the spice rack and peeked over her shoulder he wasn't even looking at him and was instead focused on the taking about the grinder.

Quickly snagging the salt and pepper, she had to hunt for the chili pepper and paprika. 'No wonder Mom alphabetizes her spices,' she thought as she started her visual scan a third time.

Eventually Kira found the chili pepper hiding behind garlic salt and discovered the paprika next to cumin. The towel started to loosen when she bent over to snag the paprika, forcing her to juggle the containers as she struggled to get it re-secured. Once she had everything back in place, she returned to him carrying two containers in each hand.

Okay, add a little of each to the meat, no more than a teaspoon and fold it in.

Placing the spices on the counter, she opened the chili powder and carefully measured out a teaspoon using the measuring spoon that had been next to the meat. She repeated the process for the salt and pepper and was starting to pour the paprika to the measuring spoon when the towel slipped again.

Kira squeaked as she tried to grab the towel with her elbows so as not to spill the spice, but to her dismay she wasn't quick enough and the towel ended up puddled around her feet. She didn't look to see if Roger had noticed, throwing in the paprika before dumping the items on the counter and squatting down to pick up the towel, knowing that she was likely blushing all over.

 

[a_libertine]

So focused on the meat grinder Roger didn't notice the towel had fallen unitl Kira squatted down to retrieve it. When he saw her blushed he smiled and quipped, "Thank you for the unexpected show."

He cleaned the meat grinder and washed it's parts as she readjusted the towel. Then he began heating the pan to cook the meat, and started cooking the wedges of potatoes that Kira had cut.

"Have a seat," he said as he moved into position.

Dropping the first batch of potatoes he looked at her and said, "I am sure you have a million questions, start asking them."

 

[Angeleyz]

Keeping her head ducked down in an attempt to use her hair for as much coverage as possible, Kira worked swiftly to get the towel securely back in place. Thankfully, Roger seemed more preoccupied with getting the grinder cleaned up than doing more than make a passing comment about her mishap.

Have a seat. I am sure you have a million questions, start asking them.

Taking a seat as directed to avoid the splattering of oil on the stove top, she began to finger comb her hair, attempting to prevent an unmanageable mess the next day. She was silent as she tried to figure out what questions she dared to ask. He seemed to be much calmer than he had before, and she was loath to pose a question that would draw his ire.

Asking why he had taken her seemed questionable, and inquiring whether he planned to fuck her on a daily basis seemed dangerous. Her father had often told her that she shouldn't ask questions to which she wasn't prepared to hear the answers, and her mind click through potential questions and quickly discarded one right after another. Despite wanting desperately to know why he had made the comment about whether she'd want to leave after two months, she decided to ask what she hoped was a safer, less volatile question.

"Would it still be possible to let my parents know I'm okay?" she asked, studying his face for signs that the question bothered him.

 

[a_libertine]

Roger looked at her and considered a moment before nodding his head slowly. "Yeah. I suppose so. I need to figure out how to route it so it doesn't lead back to here. But I assume that they eventually will have to worry about you."

He flattened the meat into eight patties of about a quarter pound each. He would freeze most of it after cooking for meals later on.

He looked at her as they sizzles and said, "I am serious about making the most of this for the summer. Maybe you will like being here, maybe not. Maybe I discover I don't like having a woman around. Maybe I discover that I do."

He looked at the meat and the potatoes and looked back at Kira. His eyes were warm and soft, "In that vein I am serious about while we are cooking, eating, and cleaning up, which you will do, you can ask anything as long as you are not disrespectful, combative or something akin to those there will be no reprisal for the question. So ask. Use the time intelligently because it is not long each night. "

 

[Angeleyz]

Kira murmured a soft thank you, although the look she shot him clearly questioned his intelligence. How in the world could he think her parents would eventually worry about her? She disappeared at a truckstop in the middle of nowhere for Pete sake.

They had only stopped there because the kids had needed a break from the hours they had spent stuck in their booster seats and her father had decided to top off since the nearest rest stop was over 200 miles away. There hadn't been anything else in the immediate area. Where would she had gone?!

She continued to work her fingers through her long hair, finding the repetition soothing, as she watched him fashion the meat into patties. She wondered what in his past would have let him thinking parents wouldn't immediately worry about the disappearance of their children, sneaking glances at him as he threw two patties on the hot pan on the stovetop.

I am serious about making the most of this for the summer. Maybe you will like being here, maybe not. Maybe I discover I don't like having a woman around. Maybe I discover that I do.

Her fingers stilled, entwined in her hair with the oddest expression on her face, surprised at being referred to as a woman. Sure she was 18, but her parents still treated her like a child. Hell, she didn't even think of herself as a woman yet. It made her feel strangely tingly to know Roger did. 'Fucking hormones,' she told herself with a sneer.

Their eyes met and held before he repeated his invitation to ask questions. The fact that he expected her to clean the dishes didn't faze her. She was used to getting stuck with dish duty since her mother never let her help with the actual cooking, but being told she could ask whatever she wanted without fear of reprisals did surprise her. 'Well only if I'm not disrespectful or combative,' she told herself, wondering if she could manage to not be either.

Dropping her eyes to the counter, Faith finally asked the first two questions that came to her tongue, "Why did you take me? What do you want from me...?" She had to close her mouth with a quiet snap to keep from adding the rest of her earlier thought of besides fucking her daily.

 

[a_libertine]

He thought for a moment as he looked at the burgers and potatoes again. Why had he taken her? The truthful answer was that she had been a cunt at the truckstop and he wanted to teach her a lesson in manners which she still clearly needed.

He looked at her then replied, "Because you were acting like a cunt at the truckstop and needed a lesson in manners, which we will work on."

He flipped the burgers and continued, "what do I want?" He shrugged then, "For you to make every effort to adapt to the situation you are in. To learn how to cook, how to clean, how to be polite when complimented, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. I have never been with a woman before you that could comfortably take all of me."

Glancing at the food he pulled the first batch of potatoes out and dropped the second in before concluding, "I want you to try to be the woman I need you to be if you are going to stay. If it doesn't suit you then at the end of the alloted time I will take you close to your home. "

 

[Angeleyz]

Deciding she had combed out her hair as good as it was going to get, Kira untangled her fingers and dropped them to her lap while she waited for Roger to answer. It seemed like he was taking forever to answer, and she slowly lifted her gaze wondering if he had actually heard her or not.

Their eyes met, hers questioning, his inscrutable, before he dropped his little bomb about why he had taken her. A cunt?! He thought she was acting like a cunt because she hadn't been impressed or interested in flirting with someone who was practically old enough to be her father. And took her to teach her a lesson?! Who the fuck did things like that?

Kira's hands clenched into tight fists hidden under the counter while she struggled to keep the outraged words from spilling out. She had to keep reminding herself of the need to be respectful, not wanting to face any reprisals, but with her temperament, it was hard, so very hard.

It didn't get much better when he went on to describe what he wanted. Learn how to cook? How to clean? What the fuck? With the exception of sex, which was no surprise to her after the number of times he had already fucked her, it sounded like he just wanted a slave. Her eyes flashed with her internal struggle to be quiet. 'Yeah, cuz I do so well at being told what to do,' she thought, recalling many a battle with her parents and teachers.

I want you to try to be the woman I need you to be if you are going to stay. If it doesn't suit you then at the end of the alloted time I will take you close to your home.

Right, cum dumpster it is...

Nails cutting into her palms, Kira nodded once before managing to choke out, "Thank you for explaining." She was proud of her mostly even tone, but knew she couldn't ask anything else until she got her temper under control.

 

[a_libertine]

Roger noticed the tension rising in Kira's shoulders as his explanation sank in. He knew that she was furious at that moment. For a moment he considered pushing her a little more to teat her new found strength and quickly decided the harm it may cause may out weigh the amusement level.

He quietly cooked the food, as comfortable in silence as he was anywhere else. As he finished he looked at Kira and aaid, "Please get ketchup mustard and whatever other condiments you want from the fridge."

 

[Angeleyz]

In the ensuing silence, Kira counted to ten and then counted to ten again. She felt his gaze on her once, but purposefully kept her eyes averted lest he read the emotions that were likely boiling there. Taking care to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth in the same pattern she did when she took yoga classes with her mom, she felt her anger diminish to a more manageable level.

Please get ketchup, mustard and whatever other condiments you want from the fridge.

Jumping off of the chair, she padded to the refrigerator, opened the door and looked inside. Never a big fan of ketchup after an unfortunate food poisoning episode at a local diner, she grabbed the bottle anyway as well as the mustard that was right next to it.

Hoping that he might also have sweet pickles, Kira leaned further inside, her eyes quickly scanning each shelf. Unfortunately he didn't seem to be a fan of pickles so she straightened back up before closing the door with a gentle bump from her hip.

Once again the towel threatened to come undone, but she was able to save it from falling as she walked back to the counter. Placing the bottles of the counter, she sat back down, elbows resting in front of her.

"Why do you insist I walk around naked," she finally asked, never one for silence.

 

[a_libertine]

Roger was nearly startled when Kira asked about the nudity. He thought a moment considering the likelihood that she wasn't aware of her beauty.

Then, "When there is perfect proof that the hand of G*d has shaped a person, she should not be covered but rather her beauty should be admired, enjoyed, and ravished."

 

[Angeleyz]

Kira tried not to roll her eyes at his response, thinking that he should have just said he got his jollies from forcing women to walk around naked in front of him instead of spouting off something that seemed way too over the top to believe. Despite her thoughts though, she managed to keep from voicing them, which surely had to be a minor victory in her path of reclaiming her equilibrium where Roger was concerned.

"Admired and enjoyed? Sounds like a museum piece," she said lightly, purposefully not commenting on the bit about ravishing.

 

[a_libertine]

Roger smiled, "Yes, much like it. But potentially far more important to at least me."

He pulled the burgers from the pan letting then rest as the fries finished and he considered what a sexual curatorship would be like.

With Kira potentially amazing.

Pulling the fries from the grease he blotted them a moment then loaded two plates and pushed one to her. "Dinner is served."

 

[Angeleyz]

Kira pressed her lips together to keep from making a sarcastic comment, telling herself it wouldn't do to piss Roger off over something so trivial. 'Yeah, let's save it up for when it really matters,' she thought, mentally rolling her eyes at herself.

She stayed quiet as he pulled the burgers off the stove and concentrated on the fries, the smells making her realize that she hadn't had anything to eat for the day. Another reason not to anger him - not when it smelled so good she was practically drooling.

Thankfully it didn't take much longer, and before Kira knew it Roger was pushing a food laden plate in front of her, announcing that dinner was served. She took an appreciative breath before looking up and saying, "Thank you. It smells wonderful."

Knowing the fries were likely too hot to pick up just yet, she put a dollop of mustard on the burger before taking a small bite, almost groaning at the way her stomach seemed to growl in the process. She forced herself to chew slowly, to savor the flavors before swallowing.

"What do you do? Job wise I mean," she asked before taking another bite.

 

[a_libertine]

Roger watched ad Kira bite into the burger and saw in her eyes how good she found it. He bit into his own burger as she asked about his career. He finished chewing his bite before answering, "I am a contractor for several aerospace conpanies. My specialty is hydraulic systems."

He watched her closely as he answered. Before he bit into the burger again he pulled two micro brewery beers from the fridge and poured them into cold steins. He pushed one to her as he took a sip.

His eyes danced in amusement as she looked from the beer to him and back. "Go ahead.," he said.

 

[Angeleyz]

Again there was a pause, leaving Kira to wonder if she had stumbled onto a subject that Roger would refuse to discuss. Flicking him an uncertain look, she watched as he methodically chewed, his expression leaving her no clue as to whether he would or wouldn't answer, and causing a spark of anger to flash in her emerald eyes before she told herself that it made no difference whether he answered or not.

She had refocused her attention to the plate in front of her when he finally bothered to respond, and his answer surprised her although she wasn't sure why. Maybe because of the way he seemed to be out in the boonies she had assumed he'd do something more physical, but then again maybe he simply installed the hydraulic systems. She muttered a soft "Oh" to acknowledge his answer, while speculating whether or not he might have to leave sometime soon to go to work.

Picking up a potato wedge and dipping it into some mustard that had dripped onto her plate, Kira looked up and found Roger watching her closely. Wondering what she had done this time, she popped the wedge in her mouth and chewed, deciding to enjoy the food while it was still hot.

Unsurprisingly, Roger didn't bother to share whatever he had been thinking as he watched her, but instead pushed back from the counter and tread to the refrigerator. A small frown formed on her forehead as she tried to picture what condiment she might have failed to pull out earlier, and the frown deepened when she saw him pull out not one, but two beers and pour them into pre-frosted mugs, before sliding one in front of her. She looked at the dark amber liquid, and then up at him with equal parts curiosity and revulsion, before turning back to the cold mug.

Go ahead.

Kira could hear the amusement in Roger's voice, and it was galling to know that he was laughing at her, but she tried to keep her temper reigned in. It was weird being offered alcohol when she had been lectured repeatedly by both parents about the dangers of underage drinking. Weird, but tempting. Yes, there had been opportunities where she could have experimented, but she had always been too conscious of the repercussions if she should get busted. Now, however... well if she was discovered, then it would be a rescue, wouldn't it?!

She looked at him one more time before she reached out and took ahold of the handle and slowly raised the mug to her lips. Her nose twitched and wrinkled at the smell, thinking she hoped it tasted better than it smelled, before she took a tentative sip. Struggling not to shudder as the cold liquid slid down her throat, she admitted, "I think I like the martini better," wondering why so many people seemed to like the bitter brew.

 

[a_libertine]

Rofer laughed easily and replied, "But the martini probably would not go as well with the food."

He settled back down and took another bite and methodically chewed it. After he swallowed he asked, "Did you live with yoyr Mom or Dad?"

 

[Angeleyz]

Kira's cheeks pinkened slightly when Roger started laughing, and it was difficult not to bristle with indignation. It wasn't like she had a lot of experience drinking. How was she supposed to know what went with what kind of food?! She thumped the mug down on the counter harder than she intended and cursed under her breath when the contents slopped out over the sides.

Telling herself to get her temper back under control before she pissed him off again, she used her napkin to dry off her fingers and then the counter top, looking up when he asked which parent she lived with.

"With Mom, of course," she answered, "although I used to see Dad every other weekend." She added with the barest of sneers, "That is until he and Abby started dating. I didn't want to get stuck babysitting the rug rats all the time so managed to duck out of most visits." 'Until the fucking party changed that,' she thought to herself in disgust.

Shaking off her little pity party, she took another bite before asking, "What about you? You live out here in the boonies all by yourself?"

 

[a_libertine]

Roger nodded once, "Yes, I bought the land after I landed my first job as a weekend getaway from the pressures of living in the city." He looked arounf a moment before continuing, "I had the exterior of the house built as a shell five years ago and then did the interior myself, which seemingly never ends."

He took another bite from his food and chewefd as slowly and methodically as he always did then asked, "Where do you see yourself ten years from now and how are you getting there?"

 

[Angeleyz]

Kira looked at Roger in surprise, unable to picture him as a city slicker. He seemed like the biggest redneck hick at the truckstop and he hadn't really changed that impression since. She wasn't sure she had ever met anyone who had built their own house before.

Where do you see yourself ten years from now and how are you getting there?

She turned his question over in her mind before shrugging both mentally and physically. Man he sounded like her father, who was constantly harping about having a five and a ten year plan when she could barely think past next week. Especially right now...

"Out of school... With a degree... Working," she answered vaguely, still unsure if she'd even be able to start school in the fall thanks to this unexpected detour.

 

[a_libertine]

Her answer while technically fulfilling the question was bereft of anything resembling a detail. Mentally shrugging it off for the moment he finished eating while watching her from the corner of his eye.

"I still need the list of things that you need while you are here, as specific as possible.," he said. "I will go into town and pick them up tomorrow."

 

[Angeleyz]

He was silent after her answer, and Kira was at a loss as to what she should say to fill the void so she turned her attention back to her plate. Reaching out to grab another potato wedge, she felt the towel start to open up and grabbed at it with the opposite hand. A quick peek at Roger indicated that he hadn't noticed so she carefully re-tucked the corner back in and went about finishing her meal.

I still need the list of things that you need while you are here, as specific as possible.

Grimacing at the thought of writing down specifics on those kind of things, she popped her last bite into her mouth just as he commented on going into town the next morning. Chewing quickly, she swallowed and looked at him, wondering if she should ask the question that had immediately come to mind.

"Could I go?" she found herself blurting out. "It would be easier... to show you the things I'd like," she added when he turned to look at her.