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I had nearly fallen asleep behind the wheel when an enormous bang jarred me awake. The car’s engine sputtered and hissed as I slowed down and pulled to the side of the highway. I threw the old beater into park and popped the hood. I knew I was fucked before I even set foot on the pavement. The smell of burning rubber filled the air. When I lifted the hood, a cloud of steam and smoke smacked me in the face..

I kicked the bumper and yelled “fuck.” The last town I had passed was at least 20 miles back. I had no clue how far the next town was. I began to curse the day I’d decided to use my vacation to drive cross-country alone. It seemed like a good idea when I was planning the trip in my kitchen in Scranton. But as I stood alone on that deserted road in Texas, I felt like an idiot.

My only option, as I saw it, was to start walking. Twenty miles seemed like a long way to go back, so I decided to try my luck and continue on down the road the way I had been heading. Daylight was fading fast. If I didn’t catch a ride or hit civilization soon, I’d be in for a long night.

I hiked for an hour with nothing but the tumbleweeds and cacti to keep me company. Not a single car went by. I squinted into the darkness, constantly scanning the roadside for rattlesnakes. Then I heard a faint noise in the distance. I turned my head to look back. Sure enough, it was a pair of headlights coming my way.

I started jumping and waving my baseball cap.

“Help!” I cried.

As the headlights neared, I could see in the purple twilight that it was an RV. I kept waiting for the driver to slow down, but the big rig kept barreling forward. I tried jumping higher and waving my arms faster. It was no use. The RV blew right by me.

I kicked a rock and said “fuck.” It just wasn’t my day.

The red tail lights dimmed as the RV sped away. My mind began running through what I knew about desert survival strategies. Just as I was starting to wonder what cactus juice would taste like, the RV’s tail lights suddenly brightened. The driver had hit the brakes! Then the white reverse lights illuminated. The RV was coming back for me!

I sprinted for the rig. It was all over the road as it rushed toward me. The RV nearly hit me as we met, but I didn’t care. I was just relieved to be rescued. I stood by a side door and waited for it to open.

When it did, a sight appeared I will never forget.

Standing inside, framed by a bright light, was the kind of chick you see only in porno magazines. She wore a curled up cowboy hat with long blond hair streaming from the sides. A set of double-D tits strained a red shirt tied into a knot above her belly button. She wore tattered Daisy Dukes that left miles of long, smooth leg exposed. The high heels on her feet made all the right parts of her body pop.

“Need a ride, hon?” she asked in a lazy, Texas drawl.

I was still struggling for breath from running but managed a “yeah.”

“C’mon in,” she said.

The porno chick stepped aside to let me in. She left just enough room for me to clear the doorway. My chest brushed against her magnificent tits as I stepped up into the RV. I caught a whiff of her perfume– a mix of gardenias and baby powder.

As I looked around the inside of the rig, I could hardly believe my eyes. It was like something out of an Austin Powers movie. The shag carpet and walls were pink. All the upholstery was leopard print. Two more hotties were sitting on a couch next to each other. The redheaded one had her arm around the brunette. They both stared at me.

“Welcome to the Pink Pony,” porno chick said. “I’m Ms. Blond. This is Ms. Red and Ms. Black.”

The girls on the couch waved. I returned the gesture but was still too shocked to say a word.

“And you are?” Ms. Black asked.

I snapped myself out of my stupor.

“I am… I am…I am delighted you picked me up,” I said.

The girls liked that. They let out a little giggle.

“I am so glad we could help,” Ms. Blond said. “But what’s your name, darlin’?”

“Larry,” I said. “Larry from Scranton.”

“Well, Larry from Scranton, we ain’t goin’ all the way to Pennsylvania,” Ms. Blond said. “But we can get you to the next town.”

“That would be fine,” I said.

Ms. Blond cracked a wry smile and shifted her eyes to the girls on the couch. They returned the exact same smile to Ms. Blond. Something was up, but I had no idea what it could have been.

“OK, Lisa!” Ms. Blond yelled over her shoulder. “Let’s roll!”

The RV jerked. I had to take a step to keep my balance.

“Lisa is our driver,” Ms. Blond said. “Please have a seat. Make yourself at home.”

Ms. Blond pulled back a curtain and went into the cabin by Lisa. I settled onto a couch across from Ms. Red and Ms. Black, who were sitting on a couch on the other side of the RV.

For the first time, I had a chance to appreciate how hot they were. Ms. Red was clearly the more dominant and aggressive of the two, even though she was the physically smaller one. It was as if Ms. Red and Ms. Black were a psychic mirror image of each other. While Ms. Red exuded femininity, Ms. Black had rugged good looks. Ms. Red had long flowing hair, and Ms. Black wore hers short and spiky. Ms. Red had a slim build with peach-size tits, while Ms. Black was bred to breed with a couple of cantaloupes on her chest. Ms. Red toned down her sensuality with a black dress peppered with white polka dots. Ms. Black wore her sexuality out front with a lacy black corset that pushed up her tits and a pair of ultra tight blue jeans that squeezed her legs.

They refused to take their eyes off me but didn’t say a word. They looked hungry. I shifted uncomfortably, as Ms. Red lazily dragged her cherry-red nails back and forth along the Ms. Black’s thigh.

Their silence was killing me. I had to break it. My mind grasped for something– anything– to say. I hated what came out.

“So, it looks like you two are a couple,” I said.

The girls looked at each other and giggled.

“It’s more like we’re a threesome,” Ms. Red said. She laid our her vowels in true Midwestern style.

“A threesome?” I asked.

“Yeah, with Ms. Blond,” Ms. Red said.

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