As Cash walked quickly back to the gas station several cars drove by, an indication that life was starting and he needed to return to the safety and anonymity of the bus. When it came into view he saw Charlie bent over the engine, along with an older man in green overalls, and worried, he broke into a jog.
“Hey, Charlie. What’s the news?” he inquired.
“Sorry to tell you this but the limos are on their way. You’ll be taken to the nearest airfield and flown on to New York.”
“What? You’re kidding,” he exclaimed. “What’s the problem?”
“Do you want to know how the watch works, or just accept the fact that it’s no longer keeping time?” Charlie replied.
“Okay, okay, I got it. Damn.”
“It’ll take a day to get the parts here,” the man in the green overalls declared. “Best pull it around back, out of sight.”
“Good idea,” Charlie agreed, and closing the engine cover, climbed back on board with Cash following.
“Here. Probably the best pie and ice cream you’ll ever eat,” Cash announced, placing the paper sack on the console next to his driver. “Just one piece though, the other is for me. I’ll get it before we leave.”
“You’re a good lad,” Charlie chucked. “Thanks. Best get your things together and wake everyone. The cars will be here in about an hour or so, and tell the boys Andrew doesn’t want an entourage on the jet. Just you and the band. The other car will take the girls wherever they want to go. If they want to follow to New York they can meet up with us there.”
Andrew Stern was the band’s road manager, and worked hand-in-hand with Cash’s personal manager, Sam Reed. Cash had been with Sam since John Nash had overdosed on heroin. It had been a tragic, tough time, and the premature passing of his mentor and best friend, motivated Cash to become an anti-drug advocate.
At the time the band had been rocketing to success, and during the tumultuous days following the dreadful death, Sam Reed, a growing star in his own business, had stepped in and had taken the reins. Sam’s business acumen and brilliant management had steered Cash’s career flawlessly, and Cash held Sam in the highest regard, ever grateful for all he’d done during those difficult days, and his careful guidance in the years that followed.
Charlie started the bus, and directed by Jeb Barkley, slowly drove it around the back of the station, while Cash delivered the news to his sleeping band members. As he rousted them he noticed the privacy curtain pulled across, what he thought was an empty compartment. It was puzzling. Everyone was accounted for. Sliding it back he found a lone girl fast asleep.
“Hi, sorry to wake you, but you need to get up,” he declared, touching her shoulder.
“Wow, what time is it?” she yawned, running her hand over her face to push her long blond locks out of the way. Cash couldn’t help but notice the dark roots, and cast his mind back to he fresh, adorable girl he’d just left.
“Early, around 6:45,” Cash answered.
“Why did we stop?”
“Mechanical problems. There’s a car on its way to pick up you and your friends.”
“I don’t have any friends on this bus,” she replied, yawning again.
He glanced across at the others, slowly standing and stretching, hung-over and trying to gather their wits. The girl in front of him didn’t appear to be hung-over at all, just sleepy.
“I don’t understand,” he frowned, staring back at her.
She smiled sweetly and sat upright, her loose T-shirt revealing very sharp nipples on top of generous breasts.
“Um, I guess I should introduce myself. Hi Cash, my name is Marilyn, and I kind of bounced along with that group. I just snuck back here and closed the curtain.”
“This may be a silly question, but why?” he inquired, sitting down next to her, though he was sure he already knew the answer. She wanted to meet him.
Peering around him to make sure no-one was in earshot, she lowered her voice.
“You and I have a common interest, and there is no-one, and I mean no-one in the world I’d rather share it with than you. I’ve been trying to meet you for a long time.”
“And that common interest is?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“I’ve been a very bad girl,” she whispered, lowering her eyes and leaning into him.
His cock sprang to life, and pulling the privacy curtain back in place, he slipped his hand into her hair, gripping it tightly.
“Anyone sneaking into my bus and stowing away certainly deserves punishment. What would you suggest I do with you?” he growled.
Her breathing quickened, and he heard a tiny, almost imperceptible utterance.
“I think a spanking might be in order,” she whispered.
Cash took a very long, very deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Every nerve in his body had leapt to life, and he wanted to yank her over his lap immediately, but it was impossible.
“Do you have clothes on under that blanket?”
“Yes, sweat pants,” she answered.
“Have you got a sweater or a jacket?”
“A sweater,” she replied, pulling out a thick, brown turtle neck.
“Perfect, it’s cold outside. We’re taking a walk.”
Hurriedly pulling the sweater over her head, she slipped out from under the blanket, donned her shoes, and followed him through the bus towards the door. Sitting in his seat, Charlie was happily consuming his pie and ice cream, and as they passed, Cash winked his message, ‘don’t bother to come looking for me, I’ll be back.’
Stepping outside Cash scanned his surroundings, and spying a thicket of trees not too far away, he grabbed her hand and marched towards it.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she declared.
The phrase was one he’d heard many times, but usually when the young lady in question was already positioned across his lap, and was about to feel the palm of his hand slap her perfectly lovely bottom.
“Believe it or not, it is,” he answered as he always did.
“Lordy,” she exclaimed, becoming breathless with the fast walk in the cold morning air.
He stopped abruptly, facing her. She was an attractive girl, though her makeup was smeared, and her hair was desperately in need of help.
“If you’re not ready-?”
“I am, I am,” she interrupted. “I’ve just waited so long.”
“For me, or in general?”
“For you,” she sighed.
“Have you been spanked before?”
This was beginning to intrigue him. The spontaneous carnal urges that had fueled his instant action was being joined by curiosity.
“Yes, of course. Many times. I love it,” she smiled, staring at him intently.
“How did you know I-?”
“A friend of mine said she’d heard you were into it,” she interrupted again, “and then I heard the same thing from others.”
“That’s the second time you’ve cut me off. Now you have two sins to pay for.”
“Sorry,” she apologized.
“Not yet, you’re not, but you will be,” he replied, and gripping her hand tightly, led her into the thicket of trees and shrubbery.
The dry leaves and branches crunched beneath their feet as they walked forward, and the canopy of branches blocking the light brought a damp chill to the air. He paused, listening, and not hearing anything, looked around for a sawed off trunk, or flat rock, something he could sit on.
“Hmmm. Looks like I’ll have to save my lap for another day,” he remarked. “Have you ever hugged a tree?”
“I have not,” she whispered.
Cash could see the apprehension in her eyes. A moment she’d dreamed about, a fantasy she probably never thought she‘d experience, was becoming a reality. She was about to be spanked by Cash Colt.
“You can put on the brakes whenever you want,” he said, moving close to her, and closing his fingers around her hand, he squeezed with silent reassurance. “I will spank you hard, it’s what I do for punishment. For sex, for making love, I do something different, but you understand this is punishment.”
His cock was surging, the blood pulsing through his veins. He loved this moment, the precursor, when he could feel the girl’s erotic fear and sense her craving.
“You do want to be punished, don’t you? You said you’d been a bad girl, and bad girls get punished,” he declared.
“Yes,” she breathed, “I do.”
Leading her to the nearest tree, he lifted her hands, bringing them to meet around the narrow trunk.
“Lock your fingers,” he ordered.
Nervously she did as he said, and resting her cheek against the bark, she found an odd comfort in the cool, strong wood.
“Walk your feet back and arch,” he continued, and watched with satisfaction as she did so, pleased with the roundness of the plump cheeks as they presented themselves.
Slipping his fingers in the waistband of her sweat pants, he scrutinized his surroundings one more time, making sure they were alone, then quickly pulled them down. If they had been in a bedroom he would have taken his time, savoring the unveiling, but he didn’t have such a luxury. Not only was he concerned about his imminent departure, his cock was bursting. It had been a while since a naughty new bottom had been presented so sincerely.
She was wearing plain blue cotton panties, and rather than pull them off, he took hold of the sides, yanking them up, exposing her cheeks and forcing them into her crack.
“I’m not going to be shy about this, Marilyn. I’m going to spank you quickly and firmly, and there will be no fondling breaks. Not this time.”
“Not this time?” she mewed. “You mean there will be others?”
“Absolutely,” he replied, but before Marilyn could let out her squeal of joy, she let out a squeal of pain as Cash unloaded a flurry of rapid smacks against her ass.
Cash had already decided she was coming with him to New York. While he had a ‘special friend’ he’d be meeting up with after the concert, having a resident spankee in his hotel suite would be a small slice of heaven.
“Does a bad girl need more?” he growled without skipping a slap.
“Yes, more and harder,” she cried. “I’ve been so bad for so long.”
Cash thought he was going to explode in his pants. The phrase, more and harder, was a like magic potion that fired through his loins, sparking his cock and making his head swim. Raising his arm he brought it down with hard, forceful smacks, transforming her skin from bright pink to bright red.
“Please, Cash, I’ll be good, I swear!” she exclaimed. “No more, please, please.”
The plaintive cry was a familiar one, and it told him she had reached that moment where her passion had been inflamed to its highest point, and any further spanking would begin to erode it. Unzipping his fly he pulled out his turgid member and began rubbing fervently. No condom, no sex, a rule he lived by, but he was delighted to explode all over her crimson bottom. Slipping a finger into her dripping pussy, he plunged it forward, relishing her hot wetness.
“Play with yourself,” he ordered. “Let me see you come.”
Groaning loudly, she dropped a hand against her sex and rubbed her magic button, circling and pressing, surrendering to his command, and her own, heavy hunger.
“Let me know,” he declared, holding himself at bay.
“In seconds,” she moaned, squirming against his probing finger and rubbing herself furiously. “Now!” she cried.
Cash stared down at the lusciousness of her scarlet, punished, behind, and as she thrust back, her orgasm rippling down her spine, he stroked fervently, drinking in the sight as his hot cream spurted forth, spilling against her full, proud cheeks.
It was a violent, quick eruption, and he leaned against her, throwing his hand against the tree trunk for support, listening to her quiet moans as she attempted to catch her breath.
“Ooooh, Cash,” she stammered. “I’ve n-never felt anything like that in m-my life.”
Cash leaned in and kissed her shoulder, then straightening up, zipped himself away.
“Did you mean what you said? There will be other times?” she breathed, reaching down to pull up her sweat pants.
“I’d like you to come to New York me,” he replied, running his fingers through his hair.
“I would love that,” she managed. “I don’t have much with me.”
“No problem, we can pick up what you need when we get there. It will only be for a couple of days.”
“Cash, that’s brilliant,” she smiled, pressing her body against him. “I can’t wait to share a bed with you.”
“And I can’t wait to see you laying across my lap,” he grinned. “Come on, we have to head back.”
“Damn, my butt hurts,” she winced, as they started walking.
“As it should,” he replied. “That’s the whole point.”
In the diner Becky was busy serving the breakfast crowd. Occasionally she would glance toward the door, hoping the gorgeous young man named Cody would return to compliment her on the pie. She overhead someone talking about a big tour bus that was seen driving behind Jeb’s garage, and a rumor was already circulating that it belonged to a big-time rock band.
She started thinking about the huge tip he’d left. As far as she knew, musicians were generally struggling unless they had record deals, and then they had tour buses. He’d told her his vehicle, as he’d called it, was at the station being repaired.
Excited by the possibility Cody might be a successful musician, she decided when the rush was over, she would run down to Jeb’s garage and see if he was there, but then worried that if he was someone famous he might not want to be bothered. A few minutes later she considered taking him a peach pie, after all, he did tell her where his ‘vehicle’ was being repaired, or did he? She couldn’t remember. By the time the breakfast crowd had departed, she still didn’t know if her idea was a good one or not, but she was determined to go to Jeb’s and see what was there.
The limousines had arrived, and Cash carried out his overnight bag with enough clothes for at least two days, along with the precious piece of pie tucked safely inside. When Cash had called Andrew and told him he’d be bringing a friend, Andrew had debated for only a moment. Cash made it clear if it meant a bigger jet, so be it.
“One more thing,” Cash continued. “Can you have someone video a live show for me? It’s at a place here called, The Cowbell, a girl named Becky. I think she might be a talent. She’ll be playing Saturday night.”
“Sure, I’ll send Jerry,” Andrew declared.
“Make sure he’s discreet,” Cash warned. “I don’t want to disappoint her if nothing comes of it. He’s to film and leave.”
“Got it. Discreet,” Andrew replied. “Who is this girl you’re bringing with you. Someone special?”
“Not in the way you think,” Cash replied. “See you soon.”
Cash clicked off the line, thinking about the freckle-faced, makeup free, sun-kissed blond, buoyant, bubbly girl he’d met that morning. She had touched him, and if she were traveling with him, Cash would have answered, yes, someone special.
It was almost an hour later when Becky kissed her father on the cheek, and carrying the peach pie in a large brown bag, started down the street towards Jeb’s garage. If she did happen upon Cody Cox she’d have the pie to offer him, and if she didn’t she’d just take it back to the diner. ‘Never arrive empty-handed’ her father always told her. She had been feeling confident and excited, but as she approached the service station her nerves kicked in, and she stopped.
Gosh darn it, Becky, just go say hello. Even if he is in a big-time rock band, he’s still the guy who was really sweet to you. The guy who left you that note and a huge tip.
Summoning her courage she marched forward, and as she expected, there was no sign of life in the front of the garage. Jeb had a room behind the front counter, and if a car drove up to the pumps a buzzer would sound and he’d come out to help them.
Walking around to the back, she stopped dead in her tracks as the huge bus appeared before her. It was steel grey and looked like a space ship, with sharp angles and heavily tinted windows. She saw Jeb bent over the engine with another man beside him.
“Hey, Jeb,” she called.
He stood up and smiled.
“Hey, Becky. What can I do you for?”
“This bus belong to a rock band?” she asked.
“I guess it does,” he replied. “You want to know more ask this fella. Charlie, meet Becky. You want good food just pop down to her diner.”
“Hello, Becky. Looking for someone?” he inquired, knowing it was Cash she was hunting down.
“Is there a member of your band called Cody Cox?”
“Cody Cox?” Charlie repeated, confused.
Who was Cody Cox? It had to be Cash she’d come looking for, not that he’d ever give out any information. Over the years he had learned to hear, see, and know everything, but claim to hear, see, and know nothing. He would have liked to have complimented her on the pie, but that would have given her information Cash might not want her to have.
“Name doesn’t ring a bell,” he answered, assuming Cash had given her false information.
“Are you sure?” she pressed, still convinced Cody was a member of the band that was using the bus.
“I’m absolutely sure,” Charlie replied. “I’ve been driving the band for the last ten days, and there’s no-one on board named Cody Cox.”
“Gee, I could have sworn…”
“Besides,” Charlie continued, “they’ve all left. They needed to get to New York for their next show.”
“Okay, well, thanks anyway,” Becky replied, a disappointed frown crossing her brow. “Just out of curiosity, is it a band I’d know?”
“I would think so,” Charlie chuckled. “It’s Cash Colt.”
“Cash Colt, the Cash Colt?” she asked, shocked that such a famous rocker has passed through her small town.
“There’s only one,” Charlie answered.
The sweet guy who’d been in her diner certainly wasn’t the famous rock star. He was so calm and so together, and in the few pictures she’d seen of Cash Colt, he’d had long hair, almost down to his shoulders. If Cody wasn’t a member of the Cash Colt band, he must be with some other group.
“Hope you get your bus fixed,” she said, and looking down at the paper bag in her hand, she walked forward and handed it to Charlie. “Here. If you’ve been driving for ten days you might enjoy this. I made it myself. Peach pie.”
“Aren’t you a love?” Charlie grinned, his Irish accent thick and strong. “Let me pay you for it.”
“No, of course not, but make sure you give a piece to Jeb here or he’ll never forgive me.”
“Thanks, Becky,” Jeb nodded. “You’re a good sort.”
“That is very nice of you, little lady. I’ll truly enjoy this,” Charlie declared, taking the package from her hand.
“I guess I’d better get back. Safe driving,” she smiled, and turning away, ambled back to the street.
Wow - Cash Colt. Funny, Cody kind of looked like him. I guess that’s why I thought he looked familiar. Wouldn’t that have been something, if Cash Colt had come into the diner? I could have sworn you said your car was being fixed by Jeb. Maybe I misunderstood. I guess I must have. I really hope you come back. I really do.