The Tara Rockett Story

Tara had just left the liquor store, that was a front for Trevor's meth kitchen. Trevor showed her the operation, she met Chef, and Trevor gave her some packages of meth. That's she's suppose to sell to their customers. Trevor also gave her a list of clients, that they sell to. This is supposed to be her first of many trial runs, so she can't fuck it up. With her saddle bags loaded with the bags of meth, as her bike roars on down the road. Tara gets to the first client, which is a redneck couple. That lives in a trailer on the other side of Sandy Shores. They were a little skeptical of her at first, but once she told them that she's working for Trevor. They calmed down, Tara made the sell and got back on the road. The list of clients took her all over the Alamo Sea area. It wasn't long until she got down to the last bag. Which she sold without any trouble. With over two thousand dollars in meth sold, and the cash loaded in her saddle bags. Tara was back on the road, heading back to Trevor's trailer. Tara pulls up to the fence outside Trevor's trailer and shuts down the motor. She gets the money out of the saddle bags and makes her way to the front door. She looks around for Ron or Wade, but she doesn't see them any where. Tara pokes her head in the door, but doesn't see Trevor in his house. Then she hears some very strange sounds coming from the bathroom. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Trevor's doing in the bathroom. She sits on the old, torn couch that's sitting outside on the porch. She takes out a pack of cigarettes from her vest. She takes one out, taps the butt on the arm rest a few times, then she lights it. She finishes the first drag, when she hears Trevor's climax noises coming from inside the trailer. Tara wonders if he's jacking off to a thought of her, but then again she didn't really care if was. She understands the effect she has on men, and even some women. Most women would be offended by being thought of as a sex object. For Tara, she wasn't at all offended by it. In fact, she was actually flattered. It's been years since she had a relationship with anyone, and she honestly doesn't see the appeal of being in a relationship. She's perfectly happy with just keeping things casual and she's always up to try something new. Tara didn't find Trevor to be attractive, but he wasn't unattractive either. And she prefers to get things between them strictly business related, for now anyway. Tara takes another drag of her cigarette, as Trevor steps out onto the porch. Wearing only his jeans and work boots. "Mmm. I was just thinking about you." Trevor said, not all trying hide what he was doing, or why he was doing it. "I kinda figured you were." Tara said. "That doesn't bother you?" Trevor said. Tara takes a drag of her cigarette, and stands up and turns towards him. "No." Tara said. "Hmm, well aren't you interesting. You're not like most women are you?" Trevor said, as his eyes scroll up and down as he tries to picture her naked. "Nope not at all." Tara said, as she holds out the stack of dollar bills. Trevor takes the money, then counts out some of it. "I'll take my ten percent. Ten percent of what you make in this company, goes to me. Anything you make on the side, you can keep for yourself." Trevor said, as he hands her what's left. Tara rolls up the bills and stuffs the roll of money in her pocket. Trevor keeps his lustful gaze on her curvaceous hips, while she puts the money away. "Wanna come in and fuck?" Trevor said. Tara puts her hands on her hips and looks at him. "You're not shy are you?" Tara said. "Like I said I don't like lies and bullshit. I'm not going to bullshit you, I wanna fuck you." Trevor said. "Not today." Tara said, as she walks by him. Trevor reaches out and grabs her by the arm. Tara quickly turns back around, grabs his wrist and twist it around and suddenly flips him onto his back. Trevor growls as she tries to get up, that's when she puts her boot on his neck and pushes him back down to the porch. Trevor's rage quickly fades as his eyes move up her long, toned, smooth leg, to the little bit of butt cheek he can see from his position, then up her body to her eyes. He laughs as he looks at her. "I'm not that easy Trevor." Tara said. "Nope you're not, but holy shit that was good. You're gonna have to show me what other moves you got some day." Trevor said. A smirk appears on Tara's face. "Sure, but only when I say." Tara said. "Yes ma'am." Trevor said. Tara removes her boot from his neck, and walks off. Tara gets back on her bike, and starts it just as Trevor is getting up off the floor of the porch. Trevor gets to his feet, just as she pops the clutch and peels out with a cloud of dust flying up in the air. Tara is on the other side of the lake, when she spots a lifted, beat up 73 Chevy red pickup truck. Sitting on the side of the road, with the hood up. She was going to keep going, until something caught her attention. That something is a curvy young woman in tight, faded blue jeans, and a pair of scuffed up cowgirl boots. Tara down shifts as she pulls off the highway and stops in front of the truck. When she turns off the engine and gets off the bike. She gets a better look at the country girl. She has long, light brown, wavy hair that resembles a wild mustangs' mane, as the breeze blows through it. The young woman is wearing a pair of scuffed up brown cowgirl boots, a pair of tight, faded, wrangler jeans, as well as a faded denim button up shirt that's tied up in the middle, to allow her toned, flat stomach and her small, curvy waist to show, and a cropped white tank top, under the button up shirt. Tara walks towards her, while she admires her round, firm, heart shaped butt in those tight jeans wiggle as she moves around the truck. The woman appears to be shorter than Tara, standing at only five feet four inches tall. Her breasts aren't as big as Tara's either. Tara puts the woman's cup size at about a round, firm, perky 36C. *********** Next chapter is coming soon. I got too tired to finish this one. If you guys have any ideas, let me know in the review. Thanks for reading