Within minutes of 11:00 p.m., they descended on the Last Chance for two hours of lively discussion and serious eating.Rarely did any of them miss an e...leven o’clock rendezvous, shift change and obstinate passengers notwithstanding. A little thing like a blizzard wouldn’t stop them on the last night. Their loyalty was surpassed only by the voracious desire to feed themselves and to gossip.Born in southern Pakistan, the snowplow driver made a career out of appearing American. He wanted no one to. I closed the door to the fitting room, my head spinning from the drinks and lust. Linda just stood there for a few seconds, looking at me, a blank stare on her face for a few seconds. I wasn't sure how to respond either, and just then she started to slowly unbutton her blouse. Each button she undid was more tantalizing than the last. She never took her eyes off my face the whole time she got undressed. A slight smile would come over her gorgeous lips every so often, I think due to the effects. "She hesitated."Now," I said sternly as I forcefully spanked her right buttock.That jolted her into action, and she reached herright arm behind her, letting the weight of her upper body rest on her face and breasts, squashed against the red paintwork.I held both hands by thewrists, keeping them just above the small of her back."I want you to count my thrusts out loud," I told her, "until I come.Every fifth thrust instead of saying the number, I want you to say 'fuck meharder'.So begin counting. White would look fabulous with my tan so I pulled on a white mini skirt and tight vest, pulled my long hair back into a pony tail and stepped into my trainers. I looked into the mirror approvingly – vest as tight as a second skin, skirt barely skimming the tops of my thighs and my tan setting off the whole ensemble perfectly.I gave a twirl and giggled as my cheeks peeked out from the back of my clingy skirt – I had ‘forgotten’ to put on my underwear. Today I was going to cause some mischief!I.