The Hitchhiker

A car tears down a dusty road under a brutal sun. Classical music blasts inside while Gloria picks apart a shaky business deal. Markus stares out the window, silent and bored. When she snaps the radio off, he still won’t bite, so she threatens to close the next deal alone. Up ahead a skinny nineteen-year-old with a thumb out and a ratty suitcase flags them down. Markus finally speaks. “We should give her a ride.” Gloria laughs like he’s lost it, but he insists. She pulls over, cursing under her breath. Andi climbs in the back. Markus unbuckles, climbs in beside her, and starts rubbing her bare thigh. She admits she’s hitching to a music festival, missed her bus, and has never done anything this wild. Gloria watches them in the mirror, fuming. When they reach the couple’s big house, Gloria storms inside first. Markus drags Andi by the wrist, promises food and a rest, then corners her on the couch. Gloria reappears wearing nothing but lingerie. She spreads her legs and announces she’s not losing her man to some teenage hitchhiker. Markus yanks out his thick cock. Gloria shoves Andi forward, ordering her to suck. Andi tries to bolt, but Gloria blocks the door and offers a deal: blow Markus, let Gloria have her turn, and Andi gets the car keys and a free ride to San Diego. Andi hesitates, glances at the keys in her palm, then drops to her knees. Markus grabs her hair and feeds his cock straight down her throat while Gloria watches with a wicked smile.