Signs - Tara Tainton

Signs

Written by Tara Tainton

Thursday, 16 April 2009 10:27

“WILL SUCK COCK FOR RIDE”

The sight nearly caused the driver to veer off the highway. The bold, black lettering scrawled across cardboard immediately burned into the man’s mind as if stamped permanently with a branding iron.

“No way!” he exclaimed to himself, doubting the accuracy of his own vision. His business trip was suddenly looking up. He was instantly awakened from the sleep-inducing drive through the empty expanse of Iowa.

He adjusted the rear-view mirror and pointed his view towards the long-legged hitchhiker he’d just sped past. Yes, she was real. All five feet and nine inches of her slender body. Even in the growing distance between them, her long blonde hair was visibly glinting in the late afternoon sunlight.

The tired salesman found himself pondering the possible reasons behind the woman’s provocative presence, calculating the very probability of her standing right there along his path at that exact moment.

One didn’t see that sight every day. Perhaps, that was the very first sign with those exact words that a woman had ever held to catch the attention of random passersby.

The stranger wasn’t asking for money. She wasn’t necessarily prostituting herself. She actually looked like a professional dressed in a skirt suit paired with sensible pumps. She looked clean.

She couldn’t have any ill intention, couldn’t be hunting lone drivers to mug or murder. Could she? Maybe she really, desperately needed an innocent lift to the next large dot on the map. Maybe she just really loved to suck cock.

Before the philosophically afflicted driver could begin to question just what type of man he really was, a risk-taker or indecisive fool, he noticed the needle of his speedometer nearing a mere 30 mph.

He took that as a sign, and turned his car around.