The Tara Rockett Story

Tara turns off the water in the shower, and reaches for a towel, that's hanging on the rack beside the bath tub. Her trailer wasn't exactly a place to luxury, but she's never been into all that soft stuff. For her a simple roof over her head, a place to crash, cook her food and a place for the basics of life, is all she needs. It wasn't very big either, a single wide, one bedroom, one bathroom trailer isn't a mansion, but to her it's home. It didn't smell too bad, she was worried she was going to get a place that smelled like old lady or cat piss, but the only smell it had was cigarettes. Which didn't bother her, she smokes anyway so she's probably going to add to it. The trailer also came fully furnished with a couch, TV, a queen size bed,dresser. The appliances were built into the small but simple kitchen. She has a small stove, kitchen sink, a bit of counter space, and a refrigerator. The furniture and appliances weren't new, but they weren't too bad either. All in all it was a good place to live, at least for Tara it is.

Tara pulled the shower curtain back, as she dried off her body. Tara like to keep herself well groomed, and clean despite what people think about those who live in trailer parks. As she dries off the area around her pussy, she checks for any hair she might need to trim, but all she saw was a nice set of, smooth, bald pussy lips, with a small ring piercing in her clit, below the pistol tattoo that points to her little, tight, pink love box. Tara feels her long, toned legs for hair, but all she feels is silky smooth tanned skin. Tara tosses the towel on the toilet lid, and steps out onto the towel she laid out on the floor. She turns a bit to get a look at her plump, round, firm bubble butt, with one of favorite tattoos resting just above her well groomed, baby soft ass. Satisfied with what she sees, she turns and looks at her big, firm, perky, teardrop shaped boobs, with a pair of erect nipples from the shower, resting in the center of a pair of tanned quarter size areolas. Both of her nipples had a stainless steel bar piercing in them, she gives both nipples a hard pinch, she hisses a little in pain that makes her pussy moisten inside. Tara gasps as she twists her pierced nipples in between her fingers. One hand caresses down her flat, toned stomach that had a hint of a six pack, and a belly button ring. Tara touches her tingling, pierced clit and rubs it a little. Tara like a keeping herself just a little aroused through her day, because it makes her feel more alive and she likes the way she looks with just a little arousal on her face and body. When she just the right amount of aroused, Tara stops rubbing her clit and abusing her nipples. She looks in the mirror above the sink, and brushes her hair and her teeth, rinses with some mouth wash. Once her hygiene needs are taken care of. Tara goes into her bedroom, opens up the dresser that held what little clothes she owns.

"Damn, I need to get some more clothes." Tara said, as she brings out a black thong, bra from her underwear drawer. Tara lays the undergarments on the bed. Opening up her sock drawer, and getting out a pair of socks, and laying them next to the underwear she chose for the day. Tara slips the panties on around her shapely hips, then she puts the bra on and hooks the clasps together. With her breasts supported and pushed up by the bra, Tara sits on the bed to put on her socks. Tara goes over to her closet, to chose her outfit for the day. A pair of low riding, faded blue cut off jeans short shorts, and a black and red checkered button up shirt. She pulls on the shorts, that ride low around her hips, and show off just enough booty cheeks at the bottom to be a tease. Tara buttons and zips up her shorts, to keep the little things from falling off, Tara puts on a black leather, studded belt, that accessorizes with her custom made bowie knife. Tara puts on the shirt, but instead of buttoning it, she simply ties up just under her boobs, showing off her stomach and a lot of cleavage. Tara walks around to side of her bed, and grabs her boots, she pulls them on and stuffs her switchblade inside, as a backup weapon. The final accessory is her shoulder holster, that she puts on over the shirt, and her trusty Beretta 92fs and two magazines of ammunition. Tara goes back into the bathroom to put on some make up, and on the way out the door she grabs her denim vest. Tara locks her front door, and walks down the steps of her porch, and out into her fenced in yard, where motorcycle sat. Tara swings her long leg over the bike, and sits her firm ass on the seat. She puts the key in the keyhole, and starts the bike. Tara revs the motor a bit, smiling as she hears that loud roar of her iron horse. Tara reaches into her vest , and brings out her sunglasses and puts them on. She taps the shifter pedal, and pops the clutch, kicking up a cloud of dust as she peels out of her driveway and onto the street.

Tara's bike rumbles down the street, and pulls into the gas station. She catches the eyes, of four in bred looking hillbillies, who whistle and make cat calls at her. Tara ignores the redneck morons, and shuts down the motor. She uncaps the dual gas tanks on the bike, grabs the nozzle, flips the lever on the pump, and puts the nozzle in the tank. It doesn't take long to fill up the fuel tank on one side, then begins filling up the second tank. When she's done, and puts the nozzle back. The rednecks start walking over to her. She looks at them, and sees three of them are are skinnier than her finger, and one has a big beer gut, and dripping with sweat that's soaking through his already stained, stretched out muscle shirt.

"Hey there honey, how's bout you n me go back to my place, and have a little fun." The fat one said, as he approached her from behind. Getting a real good look at her perfect shaped ass, in those little shorts. Tara pulls her shades down with her finger, and looks him up and down. She pushes her shades back up, and says.

"Nope, I'm not going back to your farm, so we can roll in the hay, so I can end up popping out a bunch of kids to add to your in bred hick family." Tara said, in a mock redneck accent.

"Bitch yer the woman I'm the man, now git over here n suck my dick." The fat man said. Tara puts the caps back on the tank, then casually walks over to fat redneck. She smiles as she approaches him, the hillbilly reveals a toothless grin as he unbuckles his belt and drops his pants. His friends turn away in disgust, when they see his cottage cheese butt, and shriveled up, probably diseased dick. Tara could smell the man's grimy, filthy weeks old balls sweat from where she was, as she approaches the man. But she toughs out the horrible odor, as she gets closer. Suddenly her smile vanishes as she pulls her bowie knife and slices his dick clean off, with one fast motion. Blood spills all over the dusty pavement, turning redneck's bunched up pants and underwear red, as he screams in agony. Tara quickly silence his screams with a fast slash across the throat, slicing his windpipe and juggler arteries and spilling his life down his chest and pop belly gut. One of his friends catches him as he falls back, as the others rush Tara. The first one swings a punch, that she catches and uses his own momentum to toss him passed her, he hits the ground and rolls, as the second one pulls out a pocket knife. He swings the knife for her face, Tara catches his hand, twists his arm to the side, and jabs her knife in and out of his ribs twice, then she stabs the knife in his stomach. That's when the third redneck lands a right hook to her cheek. Tara let's go of the knife, leaving it stuck in the man's gut, as she stumbles back a bit. Tara shakes off the pain, just as the redneck comes in to hit her again. Tara blocks his punch, and knee kicks him in the side, then she cocks her arm back and hits him hard in the throat, with her hand. Tara sees the first guy getting back up, so she pushes the choking redneck aside, and lands a kick to his stomach and finishes him off with a spin kick to the side of his head, that slams him to the pavement and leaves him knocked out on the ground. The fourth hillbilly comes at her with a pipe in his hand.

"Come on bitch!" He yelled, as he brings the pipe down. Tara quickly catches the hit, hits him in the ribs with her elbow, she turns around and breaks his arm over her shoulder. Tara let's the broken arm go, and spins around and cole cocks him across the face, dropping him put cold on the hot pavement. Tara walks up to the guy with the knife stuck in his stomach, she grabs the knife, and with a quick jerk of her hand she splits his gut open. He falls to his knees as his guts spill out on the ground. The last redneck standing sees this, and starts to back away from Tara. As she approaches him with murder in her eyes. The brief moment that he takes to look at her tits, as they bounce in her top, is the moment that she knocks him out with the hilt of her knife. Tara takes a breath as she looks around for any witnesses, that's when she hears the sound of a truck door closing. She turns around and sees a tall guy, in his mid forties, with a balding, salt and pepper color mullet and a mustache, wearing a stained white t-shirt, a pair of worn out jeans and a pair of work boots. Judging by the scars and the psychopathic look in his eyes, Tara knew he wasn't like the rednecks she just fought.

"What the fuck was that all about?" The man said, as he approached the scene.

"Just teaching a bunch of in bred hicks a lesson." Tara said, as she wipes the bloody blade off on a dead redneck's shirt.

"And what lesson is that?" He said.

"Don't fuck with me." Tara said, as she holsters the knife.

"Well I think they got the message. Nice work by the way." He said, as he extended his hand to her. "Trevor Phillips." He said.

"Tara Rockett." She said.

"You must be new in town. Welcome to Sandy Shores, San Andreas the best fucking place in the state." Trevor said.

"I guess you're right. I just killed two people in broad day light, and I don't hear any sirens." Tara said.

"Well the gas station clerk is too chicken shit to call the cops, especially when my place is right across the street." Trevor said.

"Hmm, well I guess you're the man to know around here." Tara said, with a smile. Trevor takes a second to look down her shirt, and then at her beautiful smile. Thinking this chick is too hot to be staying in Sandy Shores, as his dick starts to form a bulge in his pants.

"You wouldn't be looking for work by any chance would ya?" Trevor said.

"Yes I am." She said.

"Good because I got a position just right for you. Something that will put those deadly, sexy skills of your to work." Trevor said.

"What sorta work is it?" Tara said.

"Oh running gun, meth, sticking up joints, and occasionally taking care of some annoyances in the area." Trevor said.

"Good, just I got a lot of experience in those areas." Tara said.

"Come on back to my trailer, we can discuss it in more detail there. While we have a beer, smoke some meth, and maybe something else if you're interested." Trevor said, not at all trying to hide what he wanted from her, besides her employment. At least he's honest, she thinks to herself.

"Alright I'll follow you there." Tara said, as she got back on her bike. She follows Trevor's truck around the corner, to his trailer. She parks by the fence, as he parks in front of his home built garage.

"Tara this is Ron, the manager of Trevor Phillips Industries, I'm the CEO of said company." Trevor said, as he walks up onto his porch. Tara nods to the middle aged, short man in a beat up plad shirt, cargo shorts and sneakers, who is looking at the sky with a pair of binoculars.

"That's Wade one of my friends and employees." Trevor said, as Tara sees a young man with dirty blonde dredlocks, and dressed like a juggalo, and smoking something in a glass pipe that she knew was meth by the residue in the pipe.

"Guys meet Tara our newest employee." Trevor said. Tara shakes their hands with a polite smile. Trevor goes inside and grabs a couple beers from the fridge. He opens one and tosses it to Tara.

"In a bit, I'll take you to meet Chep our cook. For now I want you to get to know the people you'll be working with." Trevor said, as he takes a big drink of his beer.

"Not a problem." Tara said, as she smiles and takes a drink. She looks at the pipe in Wade's hand, and thinks if one hit will cause her to relapse. Just as Trevor takes the pipe from Wade, and takes a hit.

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