We checked in and I put money on the rooms for all of us for the nights we would be there. Sue must have some real pull to get us rooms. I’m sure th...re isn’t an open underpass for people to even camp under.We went back to the Speedway and met up with Gene’s senior crew chief. Our new crew chief didn’t want to take the truck off the van until Butch was here with people to help watch the equipment.Butch pulled in at close to five in the evening. He was excited about everything and wanted to get. The 1st type are the watchers. The definition is in the name. They only go as far as rubbing themselves or at most beating off. They troll the video booths waiting to see action. At times they wanna be in the booth just watching you jerk off. Don't know what it is but they love it. The 2nd type is head masters. They patrol around the booths and it's kinda of territorial because they want to be the one servicing all the guys. They have all the time in the world. They can often get particular. You fucking pussy. You live to getreamed out by my big black cock. Oh fuck yeah! Take my dick, slut. I mayhave taken your pussy, but you'll give it up to me now anytime, won't you,whiteboy?" "Ahh, fuck, yes Jay. Anytime you want it." I probably would havesaid anything. I felt his hand suddenly close around my cock and reactedlike I was struck by lightning. I could feel my hole clamping down ontohis invading dick as he squeezed my cock harder and harder. He didn'tstroke me, but just. There were only small villages for several hours travel. She had no money, no clothes beyond the man's garb that she had been wearing. (Mostly, she just walked around the station wearing a shirt and sandals.) And she had the hunger in her body.The men were crude, but they protected her. There was no way to even guess what would happen to her in any of those villages. No, staying here, being the station whore seemed somehow better. Perhaps, she thought, she might somehow.