INFECTION 2.0

~ THREE ~

From out of nowhere she suddenly felt herself being thrown against the door of a truck. Her head bounced on the top edge of the vehicle and her elbow cracked against the mirror. She was aware of those pains in a fraction of a second before becoming aware of the man pressed against her. She could smell the stomach acid on his breath as he sloppily put his mouth over hers. He pressed his hips hard against her. Even in her revulsion, she could feel that he was excited and erect, enough so to know that even on a good night she would not be impressed with this man.

Tandy wanted to scream, tried to scream, but he had his mouth so hard to her lips that the only noise was muffled grunts. His fingers jabbed behind the waistband on her jeans and she winced as one or more fingernails scratched her flesh.

“Get a room!” someone yelled from across the parking lot, followed by two people laughing.

At a joint like this, it probably wasn’t uncommon for a couple of people that couldn’t wait any longer. The comment was not lost on the Tandy though. It was clear that unless she could make an honest scream of fear or rage they were just going to be ignored.

She swung her fists wildly, beating on his back, but if they had any effect on him he didn’t show it. His wide shoulders kept her pinned to the vehicle, his hands finally jerking the button free and violently parted the zipper. Tandy continued to beat her fists on him and tried to use her knees, but with no luck. She pressed her ass tight to the vehicle in hopes that it would slow down his efforts in removing her jeans and the random thought went through her head that this must be the only car in the world without a car alarm.

She tried screaming again as he roughly pushed his hand into her panties. He drove down fast then gripped hard, the tips of his fingers poking into her flesh. One finger forcing slightly into her p***y.

Waves of nausea and fear rolled through her, along with panic and despair. She felt the hand leave her so firm and fast that it hurt, and then her jeans were getting jerked down her hips causing even more pain. It was time to try something different. Tandy pushed her hands under the man’s shirt, dug her fingernails into his back, and raked downward as hard as she could.

He broke his strange kiss hold on her and moaned out. The girl did not miss her opportunity. She screamed, yelled, punched, scratched, and kicked with everything she had.

“Hey! What the f**k’s going on over there?” someone shouted.

People started rushing toward her but she had broken free. The only thought in her mind was to get away and get away fast. She got the keys from her pocket, got into her car, and raced away from Baker’s Roadhouse.