Catherine: “I can’t believe you! What the hell are we supposed to do now? How stupid are you?”

Paul: “I’m sorry honey. I honestly don’t know where it is. I must have left it back on my dresser.”

That was my boyfriend Paul and I arguing on our weekend trip into the country. We were on the highway, and after driving for four hours Paul realized that he had lost or had forgotten his wallet. It really was a bonehead move because I had left my own credit cards and money back at my apartment. He was the one who told me to do so because He promised to pay for everything and anything that I wanted on this trip and against my better judgment I did what he had asked.

Catherine: “We are so screwed. How much gas do we have left?”

Paul: “It’s almost on empty now. I’m going to have to get off on the next exit. Maybe we can borrow the money for some more gas and I’ll take you home.”

Catherine: “Borrow? Nobody gives strangers any money these days. You’re out of your mind.”

He just looked at me with a sad look on his face. Normally that look would have melted me but I was so pissed at him right now. This whole week had been a trying one in regards to our relationship. Paul and I had been together for almost 3 years. We are both still young, I’m 28 and he’s one year older than me. We met at the bank that we both work at me a teller and him the assistant manager.

Earlier in the week I found out that he had been unfaithful to me with one of the other bank tellers. It really hurt me. It was Nancy, one of my closest friends, and normally the relationship would have ended but he convinced me that it was only one time in a moment of weakness. At least that’s the way he explained it and I guess my love for him was really clouding my better judgment.

Besides, he was trying really hard. He had to if he wanted us to stay together. Our relationship was hanging on by a thread and this trip to the country was supposed to mend all of that and he already was screwing things up.

I still couldn’t believe that it was with Nancy of all people; I’m ten times better looking than her. I mean, I’m not a model or anything but at 5’8” 133 pounds and a 34-26-38 figure, I keep myself in pretty tight shape. Paul knew I was a ‘catch’ and he was afraid that he was going to lose me because of a stupid mistake.

I sat with my knees together facing towards the passenger door sulking as we turned off the highway. It was going to be dark soon and it was getting a little cold, and the just above the knee skirt I was wearing was a little bit sheer and exposed to the wind. There wasn’t much around as we turned onto the first street after getting off the highway. It didn’t look like a very good area at all. A lot of the buildings were boarded up and spray-painted with graffiti.

We saw two guys walking, two black men to be specific. I watched them walking and talking as we passed them. They were very tall and didn’t even notice us drive by them. It took us about another 5 minutes of driving until we saw a gas station. It looked very desolate and old. Paul pulled up to one of the pumps and we both got out and walked in together.

Inside, there wasn’t much on the shelves. We must have been in some kind of hood because behind the register there was another black man. He was scruffy and looked to be in his forties. Paul engaged him with his hand out to shake his hand.

Paul: “Excuse me sir, my name is Paul Greenfield.”

The man reluctantly shook his hand and looked at us with confusion. Paul’s hand looked much smaller in comparison.

Amos: “Name’s Amos.”

Paul: “H-Hi…Amos. Listen my friend; my girl and I are in a bit of a bind. We’re from out of town, and we’re completely out of gas.”

Amos: “So. Looks like you made it to a gas station. I suggest you go fill up.”

Paul: “Ah yeah…you see Amos, that’s where our bind begins. We haven’t got any money. I lost my wallet and our trip is now officially over. We just need some gas to get home.”

Amos: “You mean you got no money?”

Paul: “Neither of us does. We were hoping that you could help us out.”

Amos: “Wait…you think I’m gonna give you free gas? What kinda of fucking place do you think this is?”

Paul: “One with a heart? I’d send you the money in a few days. You have my word.”

The black man started laughing at Paul and I can tell by looking at him that he was a little embarrassed by his laughter.

Amos: “Listen here white boy, you’re gonna have to find something to trade. Nothing in this world is for free, and I’m not stupid enough to believe that you’ll mail me a check later.”

Paul: “Well all I have is this watch. It cost me about $300. I can give you this watch for a full tank of gas. It’d be a great deal on your end.”

Amos looked at the watch. His face made a disgusted look, as he looked it over and turned it about in his hands. He then handed it back to Paul.

Amos: “Looky here white boy. I don’t want no mother fucking watch. Does this look like Park Avenue to you? Nobody around here gives a fuck what time it is. But you do have something of value that I’d like to try.”

Paul looked at him with confusion. The black man then motioned his eyes towards my direction. It took us a few seconds but we both soon realized what he was referring to. I was appalled and Paul got a little angry as well.

Paul: “No way! Are you crazy? You want to fuck my girlfriend??? I can’t let you do that! I can’t!”

Amos came around the counter and got up into Paul’s face. He looked twice his size. I started to shake in fear and Paul looked very scared as well.

Amos: “First, lower your mother-fucking voice! Pissing me off is not in your best interest! I am much bigger than you are and to tell you the truth, I’ll kick your mother-fucking ass right now! Second, a blowjob for a full tank of gas is more than a fair trade I do believe. I mean a tank of gas would be close to fifty dollars, and if I took that pretty white bitch into town she’d have to blow five niggers to make that kind of money. She does look high end though so I might get a little more!”

He went back behind the counter and Paul sighed silently in relief. The smile on Amos’ face returned and he continued his proposal.

Amos: “It all comes down to how bad you two want to go home? Gasoline is expensive and you obviously don’t have anything else that I would want. It’s getting dark soon. I don’t think you want to be on these streets when it does. So what’s there to think about? The little lady gets on her knees for a bit and you two can be on your way.”

Paul didn’t know what to say. He stood there looking at me with his hand up to his chin like he was heavily in thought. A minute passed and my heart started to beat faster. I figured I needed to voice my concerns.

Catherine: “Paul I can’t do it. I can’t! I don’t like giving blowjobs you know that. And the thought of a black penis in my mouth is just too gross. I’ll throw up I swear I will.”

Paul: “Relax honey. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ll find a way to get home. There’s got to be somewhere else around here.”

Amos: “There isn’t. I told ya it’s getting’ dark out. Businesses around here close before it does. The only other place open right now is an all night donut shop down the road a stretch. Believe me, you don’t want to go in there. That’s a dangerous nightspot with some hard niggers in there. They won’t be as charitable. I’m about to close up soon too so you better make up your minds.”

I started to cry and Paul hugged me and consoled me. I really didn’t want to blow this large black man but as the sunlight was disappearing outside there wasn’t any alternatives. Amos sensed our despair and upped the anti a bit.

Amos: “I’ll tell you what white girl, you don’t wanna blow a nigger, that’s fine. But I’m not giving anything away for free. The longer you stay here in this town the worse it can be for ya. I can’t imagine gettin’ between those thighs is an option either so I’ll tell ya what I’ll do…a full tank of gas and this fifty for me to get up in that ass.”

My mouth fell open in shock. Did this man just ask to fuck me in my ass? I looked over at Paul who was just looking at me with a sad look on his face again. It was almost like he was contemplating agreeing to the offer.

Paul: “Honey I’m sorry. It might be the only way we can get back home though.”

All of my respect for him went right out the window. This wasn’t a man. This was a weak asshole. How dare he?

Catherine: “I can’t believe you would ask me to do this?”

Paul: “Cathy, I don’t know what else we can do! I’m sorry. Do you honestly think I want my girlfriend having sex with another man?”

It was at this point that I realized that Paul and I were over. When we finally got home, there was no way that I could stay with this man. Not only did he cheat on me but also now he was going to pimp me out because he wasn’t man enough to figure out a better way to get us home. I was visibly livid and I turned to Amos and blurted out in anger the sentence that would change my life forever.

Catherine: “Make it a hundred and a tank of gas and I’ll do it!”

Amos: “Seventy-five and we got a deal!”

Catherine: “Alright…I guess. At this point I just want to get home. Ewww! I can’t believe I’m going to do this! Let’s just get it over with before I change my mind.”

Amos: “Understandable. Follow me.”

Amos locked the front door and led us both to the back room.