The Adventures Of Carolina Skye · Part 1

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Pausing as she moved across the parking lot, the woman smiled, shifting the bundles in her arms.

"Beautiful," she murmured.

Before her sat a large Peterbilt truck, its metal-flake emerald green paint gleaming in the light. On the side of the sleeper, a mural depicted peach trees silhouetted before a setting sun. Above, gilt letters spelled out the words "Carolina Skye". Seeing a figure standing by the door, she frowned, walking quickly forward.

"Something I can help you with?"

The stranger, a thin, somewhat nervous looking man in a suit, turned quickly. 'Oh, pardon me," he said in a nasal voice, "are you Miss Skye?"

"No. Now would you mind moving away from my rig?"

"I'm sorry, the man said, "but my employers gave me explicit orders to speak with the driver of the truck named Carolina Skye."

"That," the woman said, setting her bundles on the truck's running board, "would be me. "Carolina Parker. And that would make you…?"

"Oh," the man said, "of course." He extended a hand. "Hamilton Avery III, at your service."

Turning, the woman dug keys from her pocket, reaching up to unlock the truck's door. Behind her, Avery let his hand drop. "May I call you Carolina?"

"My friends," she replied, "call me Lina. You, of course, aren't on that list, so you can call me Miss Parker, like any other lawyer you might think of."

"What makes you think I'm lawyer?"

Lina turned, slowly looking the man up and down. "You're kidding," she finally said, "right?" Pulling open the door, she asked, "So what do your employers want you to talk to me about?"

"I believe they have a job they wish you to do," was the reply, "though I am unsure as to why they don't simply contact one of the larger companies. That would be much simpler, I would think."

Lina grabbed her bundles from the running board, placing them inside the truck. "What kind of job?"

"I'm afraid I was not given the details. I was told to inform you of the pay. If you are interested, I am to tell you where to meet a representative of my employers for details."

"And the pay is?"

Avery quoted a number that made Lina's eyes widen slightly. After a second, she said, "Done."

"Very good." Avery handed her a slip of paper. "If there is any difficulty finding the location, you may call the number on the back. Have a good day, Miss Parker." With that, he turned and walked away.

"This," Lina said softly, "could get interesting." Grabbing the hand rail, she pulled her tall, slender frame into the truck, careful not to kick over the bundles on the floor. Closing the door, she turned and pushed her head past the curtains into the sleeper.

"Hey," she called out softly, "wake up sleepy. We have a job."

In the center of the sleeper, a mound of blankets stirred, a tousled head emerging. "Job? What kind of job?"

Lina began moving bundles onto the floor of the sleeper in front of the bunk. "Put this stuff away for me, will you?" Turning, she settled into the seat, reaching for the ignition. "I'll get us moving, and we can discuss it on the way. Oh, and put some clothes on this time."

"Prude."

Grinning, Lina brought the big diesel engine to life. "Get a move on," she called back as she slipped the truck into gear, "or your butter pecan is going to melt."

"Butter…?" Hearing the rustle of motion from behind the curtain, Lina's grin widened.

Moments later, as Lina drove through town, the curtains parted, allowing the occupant to slip into the passanger seat, fingers of one hand running through her short blonde hair. Shorter than Lina, but more generously curved, she glanced down to where the nipples on her large breasts poked against the tight shirt she wore. "Better?"

Lina shook her head, her own chestnut locks perfectly brushed, the ends just below her shoulders. "Barely," she replied.

"So what's this job?"

"I have no idea," Lina said, handing over the slip of paper, "but I do know what it pays."

"And that is?" Hearing the number Lina gave her, the other woman's eyes widened. "Damn. Illegal?"

Lina nodded. "Probably," she replied.

The blonde shook her head slowly. "Why is it," she asked, "that all of the jobs that pay real good run the risk of jail time?"

"Finish your ice cream," Lina replied, "then get some more clothes on. We'll find out what's going on when we get there."

Slightly over an hour later, Lina pulled to a stop at an isolated rest area. Setting the brake, she killed the engine and dropped to the ground. From the tool bin below the sleeper, she took two lawn chairs, carrying them to the back of the truck and unfolding them. Her blonde companion, now wearing tight cut offs to go with the tight shirt, soon joined her.

Moments after they'd settled into their chairs, a large car with darkly tinted windows pulled up beside them, the door opening to admit a tall man in a dark suit. Glancing at the side of the truck, he nodded.

"Very good," he said in a soft voice. "The famous Carolina Skye." Turning his gaze toward the two women, he asked, "and which one of you would that be?"

"I'm Carolina," Lina replied.

"And I'm Skye," added the blonde.

"Cute." Reaching into one pocket, the man produced a sheet of paper.

"The job is simple," he said. "Pick up the trailer from the first address, deliver it to the second. Do not open the trailer, and do not, under any circumstances, allow the payload to be inspected. You will be paid on delivery."

"Half," Lina corrected him. "We'll get half on delivery, because we'll have the other half before these wheels even think about turning."

Nodding, the man reached into another pocket, pulling out a check. "Acceptable?" When the two women simply sat looking at him, he nodded. "Right." Returning the check to his pocket, he opened the passanger door of the car and pulled out a briefcase.

"I'll take that." Putting the case in her lap, Skye snapped the catches and opened the lid. "Oh," she breathed, "I do love the sight of zeros in the morning." Lifting a bundle of bills, she riffled through it.

"It's all there," the man assured her.

"Oh," she replied, "we'll count it anyway, as we go. And if it's short, you'll know about it come delivery time."

Nodding, the man returned to his car. After he'd gone, Skye wiggled bare toes and grinned at Lina.

"Drive," she said, "or count?"

Rising, Lina folded her chair. "Get some shoes on," she said, lifting the case from Skye's lap. "it's my turn to play with the green stuff."

"What do you think?"

It had taken nearly four hours to reach the first address on the paper. Now, looking at the trailer parked in front of a small building on a narrow country road, Lina frowned.

"I think," she replied, "we're gonna have one hell of a time getting out of there without taking the end of the ditch."

"There's another drive at the corner of the property," Skye said. "I saw it as we came in, and it's wide enough we can just angle out. I mean, what do you think of this job?"

"I'm trying not to."

With an expert hand, Skye swung the truck into place, then backed it until the trailer's kingpin almost touched the fifth wheel. Time to hook up," she said, taking the truck out of gear and setting the brake.

Within moments, they had the trailer connected and ready. After carefully backing toward the building, Skye wheeled the truck toward one corner of the property. As predicted, the drive there was wide enough to allow easy access to the narrow road.

"This," Skye said as she ran the truck up through its gears, "is strange. We've got no weight on at all, almost like we're pulling an empty. Still, that's the hard part over, I hope."

"That," Lina said, "was the easy part." Glancing at the road atlas in her lap, she frowned. "You won't believe some of the roads we'll have to use to get around the scales in this area."

"Bad?"

"Ever seen a Saint Bernard try to get through a cat door?"

Skye laughed. "Coming from someone who thinks two whole lanes is too narrow, that doesn't bother me much." Teasingly, she began singing the chorus to Give Me Forty Acres. Hearing this, Lina couldn't help but laugh.

"Bitch," she said, smiling. Slipping from her seat, she turned toward the sleeper. "Try to stay out of the ditches, will you? I need to shut my eyes for a while."

Lina woke to pitch darkness. Slipping back into the passanger seat, she watched as Skye slowly maneuvered the truck around the curves of a narrow road. Buckling her belt, she forced herself to relax. For all their joking, she knew, the blonde at the wheel was one of the best drivers she'd ever seen. If anyone could make it through this, it was Skye.

"How goes it?"

"Hush." Eye on her side mirror, Skye was easing the truck around yet another curve. "I've got my outside two hanging in mid air, and I kind of need to focus."

Lina nodded. "Just let me know when it's safe to talk."

"Rock," Skye said moments later, just as the cab of the truck entered the next straight stretch. Almost immediately, the entire truck lurched. "Boulder," Skye amended. "Had to go up and over."

Before Lina could reply, the two women were startled by a crashing sound behind them.

"Damn," Skye swore. The load, such as it is, must have shifted." She glanced over at Lina. "What do you think we should do, partner?"

"Pull it over," Lina replied, "and we'll check it out."

"There is no over," Skye pointed out, pushing in the clutch and letting the truck roll to a stop. "This is all the road there is. And aren't we supposed to not be opening the trailer?"

"Gotta check for damage," Lina replied, opening her door and carefully climbing down. Hearing the hiss of air as Skye set the brakes, she opened the tool bin on her side of the truck and pulled out a flashlight. Carefully, she made her way to the back of the trailer. When Skye joined her, she was examining the stout lock that held the doors closed.

"Ok," she said, "open it."

"If you say so." Looking doubtful, Skye produced a set of picks and soon had the lock open. Swinging back the trailer doors, the two women stared inside.

"Um, Lina," Skye said slowly, "I think we may be in trouble."

The load, they saw, was a number of long wooden boxes piled in the nose of the trailer. Behind them, the broken remains of a single box lay on the trailer's floor, probably spilled from the stack when they'd hit that rock. It was the contents of the box, now plainly visible, that had prompted Skye's observation.

For a moment, they simply stared at the naked woman squirming on the trailer's floor. Leather straps encircled her body at various points from ankles to shoulders. while wide eyes stared at them from above the panel of what could only be a gag.

"Lina," Skye whispered, her voice shaken, "we can't deliver this load."

"No," Lina replied, slowly pulling herself up into the trailer, "we can't." Once inside, she held down one hand, pulling Skye up beside her. "The question now," she added, "is what do we do now?"

Altogether, there were fourteen women bound and boxed in the nose of the trailer. Freed, they huddled together as Lina dropped from the trailer.

"We," Skye said as she dropped to the road beside Lina, "are in deep shit this time."

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