Dealer, I Am All In by cmsix

Chapter 8

When my escorts and I got to my suite the door opened as soon as I knocked. All four of my lovelies were even dressed, sort of. They had sleepwear and satin robes covering them, mostly.

The bellman stowed the cases of money again after I produced the card to unlock the secure closet. I tipped him and then he and the two guards left.

"What did you bring us, Daddy?" Selene asked, bouncing into my lap.

"The truck payments."

"Payments, I thought you were going to pay cash," Christine said.

"I am, and that's what I brought back tonight, cash to make the payment for the two trucks," I said, knowing that I had caused the confusion intentionally.

"Don't let him get away with that Christine, he made it sound the way it did on purpose," Jerrilyn said.

"Oh, he's not getting away with anything. I'll let him sleep tonight, but I'm gonna be like a turtle when I wake him up in the morning," Christine said, and I just had to ask.

"Like a turtle?"

"I'm going to bite your dick and I won't let go until it thunders," she said, and then every one of them laughed at me.

"I hope I can bear up under the hard use," I said, "Meanwhile, I think we should hit the hay."

Wonder of wonders, they all agreed with me. They had me showered, shampooed, dried, and in bed about a half-hour later. It's surprising how comfortable and secure you feel when you can reach out in any direction to grab hold of a big titty or a firm shapely ass.

When I woke the next morning I found out that Christine had been bluffing, maybe. She didn't actually bite me and she didn't hold on until it thundered. But she swallowed my dick to the root as soon as I opened my eyes and her finger up my ass caused me to explode in seconds. Come to think of it, the loud shout I made might have sounded a little like thunder. I know my dick felt like it had been struck by lightning, at least.

She and Selene helped me out of bed after giving me a few minutes to recover and they washed and dried me, then helped me get dressed. Of course I could have dressed myself but where's the fun in that when you don't have to.

Jacky had set us up for another room service buffet for our breakfast and I made a complete pig of myself. The food seemed even better this morning. I was relaxing with coffee after I'd finished packing it in.

"We've already sent the limo for Jim. I know it's earlier than we told him, but what the hell, we pay good and the four of us are ready for some truckin'," Jackie said.

"Fine with me. Did you have the hotel pack us a lunch?" I asked.

"No, we can eat when we get there. You can hold out for five hours," Jerrilyn said.

I might have known they had something up their sleeves but I didn't suspect a thing, yet.

The front desk called and informed us that the limo was back with our guest and everything was ready to go. I thought we were set to go but the girls had their first surprise for me.

"You should get one of your bags out of the special closet before the bellman gets here," Jerrilyn said.

"Why is a bellman coming?" I asked, like a dumbass.

"To carry the bag you're going to get out of the closet," Jackie said, and then gave me such a look.

"Why do we need to take one of those bags with us?"

"In case we run across something we can't live without," Christine said.

I gave up and opened the closet, grabbing a bag of money.

The bellman knocked while I was at it and the girls let him in. He rolled his luggage cart in and apparently he recognized what the bag must contain when he saw it.

"The desk didn't tell me what I was coming for and I didn't ask for an escort," he said, looking a little sheepish.

"What the hell," I said, "It's only a hundred and fifty, if someone acts like they want it worse than we do, just let them have it without a fuss. There's plenty more where that came from."

He didn't look like he thought that was a good idea, but I gave him a look that said "no arguments."

With that settled the girls led the way out of the suite and to the elevator. I noticed that they fell in behind me when we got out of it on the main floor, and we probably looked a little odd with them following me, and the bellman following them. It was somewhat of a production for people leaving with one suitcase, and a small one at that.

They told me later that they were in formation just in case we saw any more Arab gentlemen that I knew. The bellman didn't have any choice, he had to follow, and by now I was glad we didn't have two gun-toting guards along too.

The trip to Los Angeles wasn't exactly to Los Angeles. Selene had already called the dealership we were going to and they were located just south of Barstow. That was fine with me since it meant we didn't have to go into town.

We didn't go directly to the dealership either. The limo exited the interstate in Barstow and pulled up to let us out at a Rip Griffin truck stop. When I asked, Jackie said we were going to have lunch.

"Ripoffs has pretty good food, I've always liked their restaurants," Jim said, as we headed inside.

Of course my "wives" were a hit in Ripoff Griffin's. They didn't draw catcalls or any comments, but they drew every eye in the place. I thought it was a little pretentious to be seated by a hostess at a truck stop but it didn't hurt anything.

The waitress was more near what I expected in a place like this, then again, she was efficient and had better manners than I'd have thought. I guess she looked like she belonged since she was wearing jeans, a rather decorative western shirt, and a belt with a large buckle. Kinda like my belt and buckle I realized, after thinking about it.

The others went over the menu but in a truck stop I knew what I was going to order. I had two cheeseburgers and an order of fries, of course. Then Jim showed me the error of my ways. He ordered a chicken fried steak with extra gravy. Oh well, I couldn't expect to get truck driving down exactly right before I even had my truck.

The food was damned good and I was just wishing I'd ordered three cheeseburgers when Selene said we should get on the road. I didn't know what the hurry was but I didn't want to cause any trouble, so we went.

Apparently the limo driver already knew exactly where we were going because none of my lovelies said a word when we got in and he drove us directly to a Kenworth dealership.

Selene led the way after we were out and had retrieved the grip from the trunk. She told the limo driver to hang around until we were sure we would actually buy the truck.

Luck was with us. Inside the main building Selene took charge and headed off to find the one we were supposed to be dealing with. Thank God it was a woman from the office and not another salesman.

Jane, the office woman, led us outside to where my new truck was parked. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I spied Jr. - my CB man's son - working under the hood of a truck with the longest damned sleeper I'd ever seen.

"How's it going Jr?" Jackie asked, as we approached.

"Just about done now, Ma'am. All I need to do is solder the end back on the linear's power cable. It was a little too big to fit through the access hole in the firewall and I didn't want to go drilling around on a brand new truck, 'specially since you hadn't even seen it yet," Jr. said.

"Well, it looks like we'll be buying it for sure. At least we will if that sleeper looks even halfway decent on the inside," Jerrilyn said.

That comment let me take my attention off Jr, and wondering what in the hell he was doing here, and put it back on the sleeper. It looked enormous, but unlike at the casino, I was last in line to enter, since Jim didn't seem to be coming with us.

Confusion was waiting for me as I entered. The first thing I noticed was two gearshift levers. Now I wasn't dumb enough to think the damned thing had an automatic transmission but I hadn't expected two shifters.

I let that slide and only gave passing attention to a dashboard that seemed to have at least forty gauges on it. I followed Christine, the last lovely in line, into the "bedroom." That's all you could call it because calling it a sleeper just didn't seem polite.

Most of the floor space in the bedroom was taken up by the bed, of course. Or there were some small closets and a miniature chest of drawers all right, but right in the big middle of everything was what looked like a regular king size bed, and in the middle of the bed were my four wives, having a pillow fight.

I knew a lot better than to join in so I stood at the end and watched. Finally, even though she was the smallest, Selene made the other three cry uncle. She was a demon with a pillow.

"Tell the lady we'll take it Tommy," Jackie said, as she got control of her laughter.

I did as I was instructed, and the girls followed me out.

"All done," Jr. said, as I made my exit.

"How did you get here so fast, Jr?" I asked him.

"Ms. Jackie called me yesterday and told me to bring a setup for another truck. She already had a ticket for me to fly out from St. Louis and there was a limo driver waiting for me at LAX when I landed. No problems at all, except for the little snag with the power cable. It wasn't really any trouble though," he said, as if it were normal for a CB installer to be flown halfway across the country at a moment's notice.

"How was your flight, Jr?" Jerrilyn, who was on the ground now too, asked.

"Everything was fine Ma'am. It was my second time to fly and the first time for first class. Everyone was really nice," he said, grinning and blushing.

Jerrilyn spent a few minutes introducing Christine and Selene and then a few more making sure that Jr. was set to get back to LAX for his flight home.

I took my cue as she was wrapping up the conversation and opened the grip, extracting two bundles of ten thousand each.

"Here ya go Jr. Is twenty thousand enough for all the extra trouble?" I asked.

"That's too much, even for both radios and the linears and all," he said.

"That isn't for the equipment, it's for the install and your tip. Didn't your Dad send a bill for the other stuff," I asked.

"Well, yeh," he admitted, and produced the bill. It was only around four thousand, so I handed Jr. another bundle and told him to tell his Dad to keep the change. I also told him to tell his Dad that we really appreciated the prompt service.

Junior still looked stunned, standing there with thirty thousand dollars in his hands. Finally he put the money in his toolbox, picked the box up, and headed over toward another limo, telling us goodbye on the way.

Jane had watched the whole thing in silence and she even looked a little shocked herself. I was ready to get going myself. I'd enjoyed just about as much of Barstow as I wanted to.

"Do we need to sign any paperwork?" I asked her.

"No. Everything has been taken care of. We put on the California and Nevada plates and the dealer in Las Vegas said he would be taking care of everything else," she said.

"Well where is the trailer?" Christine asked.

"If you bought a trailer I assume it is in Las Vegas," Jane said, and I could tell she didn't have any idea about that.

"Tommy, are we going to have to ride back to Las Vegas in that truck with its poor naked butt showing?" Christine asked.

I was about to say no, since it seemed like the answer she wanted. I might not be the smartest guy around but I was not going to let a trailer here or there cause me any trouble with a woman who could swallow my dick in one slurp, especially since she seemed to like doing it. Thankfully I didn't have to open my mouth.

"No, Christine, we are not going off this lot without a trailer," Jackie said, as she punched numbers on her cell phone.

She got in touch with the suede shoe operator in Las Vegas within forty-five seconds and the things she ended up saying to him almost made me blush. She called him everything but a salesman and I distinctly remember her telling him where he could park the truck and the trailers if he didn't get something settled soon.

"Jane, can you talk to this gentleman?" Jackie asked, after she was through reaming.

Jane took the phone and did indeed talk to the gentleman.

It was all fixed much sooner than I expected it to be. Jane asked me if we could get by ferrying a trailer to Las Vegas. The dealership there was gong to buy one from them specifically so we'd have one to pull for the trip.

"Nonsense, we aren't that hard to deal with. We'll just buy an extra one here. We can worry about getting it back to Texas later," I said.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place, Tommy?" Jackie asked, "It would have saved that poor bastard in Vegas an ass chewing."

"I didn't say anything because I didn't have time to."

"Oh, well I guess I did jump the gun a little," she said, and grinned.

"Besides, I saw that cattle trailer over there and I like the looks of it. We may have to buy another truck later though, to pull it," I said, mostly just shooting my mouth off.

No attempt to seem like a big man goes unpunished.

"That's a great idea, Tommy," Selene said, and gave me a big kiss, and a long one too.

"As a matter of fact, the trailer you're pointing out was ordered by the same driver who ordered this truck," Jane said, and the dealing began.

I think Jerrilyn and Jackie were just showing off, but at first they gave Jane a little grief about them being stuck with the trailer. It didn't last long though, because Jane told them that she'd warned her boss not to deal with the driver.

"I could tell he was a coke snortin' bull whacker from the first. A lot of them end up with a bunch of cash every now and then, but I wanted Bob to get all the cash before he ordered anything. Would he listen to me? No, what does a woman know about trucks. We'd have ended up eating this thing if it hadn't been for you folks," she said.

"Sounds just like a man to me. You should see if you can't find a better job," Christine said, trying to cheer the woman up.

"I could find a better job in no time, only trouble is, my dumbass boss is also my husband."

Edited by Lincoln_Imp

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