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Apr. 19th, 2025 at 7:28 PM
[A few hours of open road makes for easygoing fun. It's great to be traveling again, and the feeling of Chrissy leaning up against his back, holding on tight while he whips ahead on a wide-open freeway through the pitch black of night is like nothing else. The last time they were racing up and down this freeway, they were on the way to go burn a bunch of people's lives down - but now that's hours back, back with the rest of the city. They've left the lights and have nothing to look at but the pavement in Johnnie's headlight, the glimpses of stars shining weakly through hazy clouds, and occasionally an oncoming car.
Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.
But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]
Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.
[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]
Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.
But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]
Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.
[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]
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[Future guns is what his head goes to first, since he's gotten a taste for his pistol and would love something even better next time the cops come around - or things more annoying than cops, like Kennel Club freaks and their dogs. But Future Guns, as cool as they look in his head, are probably worth more than their stash of trinkets. What a shame.
Oh well. He has shwarma.]
Like... Like I dunno what we'd want. Maybe we go walk around here after we eat, see what they even have. I think we've been in this same time before though, right?
[He indicates with a thumb toward the table next to them, where two of the four people there are poking at those glowing pocket-sized screens they saw once somewhere east of California.]
[In fact, it feels like they stand out because they're the only people without those little screens. Something about them strikes a core memory, and she laughs a little as she gets a sip from her drink.]
Do you remember when we went to try and get the cosmic ash? I can't remember what city it was in but there was that security guard guy. Oh gosh, he was the first person I ever shot and beat up.
[She happily sighs, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in the palm of her hand. At the next table over, two women glance over at them.]
He had a little screen thing, remember? But it only played music. I wonder what I did with that thing.
[That was somewhere in rural Georgia. He remembers that part, if not the name of the town. He remembers a lot about what happened that day. He hopes Z'Oiseau and his associates, in that time and in that version of the universe, are suffering.
Back to eating for a while then, quietly but not contemplatively - he's not thinking back on that episode with the cosmic ash because he doesn't exactly care to. He's just enjoying his dinner, with the occasional pause for some fries or a slurp of his giant drink.]
Man, I'm barely gonna be able to finish this thing. Me! It's so much food! Mama always said I had a hollow leg to put it all in but this is gonna fuckin' fill me right up.
[She laughs through a mouthful of food, and shakes her head as she eats and enjoys as much as she can of her food. He's right though, it is a lot. She isn't sure she'll be able to finish all of hers. That's fine, she doesn't need to eat until she's sick or anything.]
I guess things are just bigger in the future. And we're two little people, babe. It's too much food for us to handle.
[Laughing again, she pushes her meal aside but pulls her coke in for more. Future coke is great. At the next table over, those women look at them before glancing back at the devices they're glued to.]
I wanna get one of those screens before we go.
[She's deciding if she wants to tell those ladies just to hand theirs over or not.]
After finishing what he can, Johnnie nudges his plate aside. There isn't enough left to be worth taking along. And he looks over his shoulder, then, at the people and screens again nearby.]
They must be somethin' real good. We'll get you one. Can't wait to see what they actually do.
[Bugging people in the restaurant is one option, but bugging people outside sounds better to him. Especially drunk people once the sun goes down. Easy targets.
Satisfied, he stands and eats one last fry just because they're there, and then he makes his way slowly toward the door just in case there's a device that looks unattended enough to walk off with without being noticed. But that kind of sleight of hand isn't typically his best talent. He's too loud to be a pickpocket. Better just get to the bike.]
Let's find a pawn shop and maybe they can tell us what those little screens are. Or they'll have some I can swipe while you sell to them.
[They did that before and it worked out okay. She's getting better and better at stealing every stop they make.]
Do you know what I just remembered though?
About to ask what she just remembered, he pauses, then a grin takes over. Oh yeah. He remembers too.]
Yeah. I do know. An' nobody's gonna look twice if we gotta use that bathroom since we were just in there.
[Or if they do, who gives a fuck? Not him. He pulls her in for one more kiss, then laughs as he steps away and heads back inside, heading for the back corner where the bathrooms are.]
I'm really glad you remembered.
[And that's all the sweetness he gets before she's moving forward, pushing him against the wall as she forcefully kisses him. There's a time and place for sweet and gentle, and this sure isn't it.]
And then he turns the tables, giving her a firm shove to press her back to the sink, then lifts her up onto it. Hopefully it supports her weight - she's small, she said it herself. He stands between her knees and kisses, mixing teeth and tongue against her lips and throat while his hands grope beneath her shirt.]
Whatcha in the mood for, baby girl?
[He doesn't need to ask, really. She's showing him. But he likes to hear her talk, likes to hear her tell him her fantasies.]
I want you to fuck my mouth, baby.
[The kiss she gives him is all teeth, sharp and ending with a nip to his lip.]
Then I want you to make me wait until later to get to come.
[There's just something about choosing to be used by him in a dirty bathroom that really gets her going. She'll potentially examine that later, but she likes to think it's because she's giving him power and control over her and knows he'll never abuse it. It's a safe form of loss of control, and that's really hot to her.
The only thing better than asking for it is begging, and so she leans in with her mouth to his ear to plead with him.]
You'll let me do that for you, won't you? Please?
Baby girl, you are too damn perfect, you know that?
[And she's going to have to get down from that sink where he put her or she'll never reach. Snickering, he gives her a tug, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pulls her off and then sets her down with a laugh.]
Gonna have to be real damn quick about this though, 'cause if someone comes in here they're gonna chase us out.
[One more shove to push her down to the floor - gently, on the shoulder, but firm enough to assert some control, before he tugs his pants down and strokes himself a couple times just to make her watch before he cups her head in his hands and thrusts forward into her mouth.]
She can be quick. It's not exactly something they usually worry about, but she's pretty sure she can get him to come in no time. He seems just as excited and into this as she is. That little ride back down to her own feet makes her laugh though, and she's grinning as she gives him a kiss and nuzzles her nose against his.
It's just a little reminder that even though she can be a depraved sex addict, she's still cute and she loves him. His hand is on her shoulder right after and she readily obliges, letting him take that control that she's so eager to hand over. Being on her knees before him gives her a good view of him stroking his cock, and since she's the one that asked him to fuck her face she's good and doesn't try to make use of her hands to help him out.
Just keeping her hands against her own legs feels weird though, so she reaches up to brace herself against his. That's a lot better, and gives her the advantage of being able to tap out if she needs to catch her breath. She doubts she'll need to, but it's good just having the option there. There's a shiver of excitement as he first presses into her mouth, and she's pretty sure he can feel it as he moves when it goes from her head to her toes then seems to refurb all the way back up.
There really is something about the illusion of loss of control and being used by specifically that does it for her. It's not degrading, it's not ever cruel. It's her choice, and him loving that she gives the opportunity to him, and she never ever can get enough.]
Warm, wet, and the feel of her tongue against him, her mouth enveloping him completely, all would be hot enough. But goddamn, the feeling of power and control and urgency all go right to his cock. He rides that feeling for as long as he can before he finally comes with a groan, and yet continues a few strokes longer just because the sensation of her tongue is too damn addictive to stop right away.
Finally though, he lets himself rest. He's panting, chuckling softly at his good luck, then gives her cheek a grateful little pat as he pulls out and gets himself zipped back up before they can get caught in here.]
Fuck, baby girl. You're gonna be so desperate for another round, I know it. Gonna be tryin' to grind yourself on the seat of my bike all day.
I'm already desperate. So you're probably right.
[She laughs about it though, as she grabs a couple of paper towels to dry off her hands and face.]
That's part of the fun though. Not being able to get what I want when I want it.
[Saying that out loud makes her pause, and her head tips to the side as she thinks something over. Those paper towels are dropped into the trash can by the door, and she unlocks it with a chuckle. There could be a line outside waiting for all she knows, but that's not going to stop her from asking what's on her mind.]
Is being into not being allowed to come a thing people are into? Like denying or delaying it? It has to be.
[And she is 100% super into it, until she gets all petulant and sulky and needs it so badly she's almost in tears.]
[And there are also definitely people waiting on them. One, an older woman, trying to pretend she didn't hear any of that; the second, a middle-aged guy who sort of sneers in disgust as they come out together. But Johnnie pays no attention to any of that and just cheerily swipes his fingers through his hair to make sure it's all still mostly in order before he strides on out toward the parking lot.
He's doubly content now, from the meal and the orgasm, and pulls Chrissy in sideways with an arm around her shoulders for a quick kiss to her ear, then snickers as he hops onto the bike.]
All right. Let's find us a pawn shop or two. Maybe better not to sell all this shit at once, that'll raise some eyebrows.
Yeah, we'll just sell a little at a few shops. No big deal.
[They'll have to guess whatever is the most valuable, but she can always just say the things belong to some grandparent and they need to sell things to afford some big bill. Pawn shops probably eat that kind of story up because they think they see a sucker that's desperate.
As he gets them on the road she glances back and notices that scowling guy coming out with his family. She hollers and winks with a wave, and laughs as they pull out of the parking lot and onto the street. It's fun to watch all of the modern looking buildings and cars as they drive by, and the people watching is still great at this hour too. So far, this version of the future isn't too bad.
It doesn't take them more than ten minutes to find their first pawn shop, and Johnnie parks before helping her figure out what to bring in to sell. Everything else is secured in the saddlebags, and she waits for him to help her off the bike just so she can have an excuse to lean in close to him for a few seconds so she can steal a kiss.]
You don't think they'll ask for IDs, do you?
[They don't even know what year this is. If they're asked for identification, they'll have to come up with more of a sob story or something.]
[It's not like they're buying alcohol. Though, come to think of it that could get annoying too. That is one real big downside to all this future business - neither of his IDs, real or fake, will do him any favors here, and hers won't either.
Anyway, he's not going to worry about it. They find a portion of their collection they're happy to bring in, and he holds the door for her as they head inside.
There's a guy at the counter, overweight and balding, who looks absolutely bored as he watches football on a tv mounted in the corner where he can see it. As soon as they walk in, though, he reaches for the remote and mutes it.]
Well, well. How can I help you two today?
[So yeah, Johnnie reflects for about a second that they could have come up with a story outside, but he didn't think that far ahead at the time and he's happy to just wing it and see what happens. So what if they get turned down? There's always another pawn shop somewhere.]
Hey, yeah, we're lookin' to sell. C'mere, babe.
[He has a possible story forming in his head already, but he's not about to just start oversharing details if he's not asked for them. Better not to try and sell it too hard.]
Oh, right. Coming!
[She heads over to join him at the counter, giving the man working a smile. The items she's carrying are held safe in her jacket pocket, and she doesn't take them out right away.]
We have a few things that belonged to my grandparents I need to sell.
[That feels like a safe enough way to get this rolling, because the man working just makes a sound of understanding that's something close to a dismissive grunt.]
Let's take a look at them then, sweetheart.
[She takes out the few pieces they decided to start with, and carefully sets the items down on the counter like they're important to her and valuable. They went ahead and started with one of the men's watches, and some of the nicer looking women's rings and earrings. It's just five items total, not a suspicious amount.
The guy looks at them before glancing up at her, with a sympathetic look on his face.]
Are you cleaning out their house?
[She remembers they had to do that when her dad's parents passed away. It was a pain in the ass. She nods, and presses her hands around the edge of the counter.]
Yeah. I guess I just thought it'd be better if I didn't hold onto them.
[He nods in return and takes the pieces to bring them over to the side to examine them. She turns to lean her back up against it, and glances over at Johnnie with a smile. This is going really well. It'll be easy to sell things here.]