Okay so I have another fic 'Stuck in Wonderland' but I've kinda come to a grinding halt on that, I had two ideas floating around in my head and this is the other one! Fortunately I'm a lot more focused and I feel like I'll get places! I may even find inspiration and continue on with the other fic as well!
(Yes I'm one of those annoying people who opens a new bottle of milk even though there's already one half full in the fridge!...O yes that person...)
Don't worry though this story I already have semi mapped out and am working on the next few chapters so will post them as I can. I'm feeling Oprah hopeful...
Please Read and Review!
WARNING: THIS IS NOT FOR THE CHILDREN!
Also I own nothing...except Madeline Dixon. She Mine!
Chapter One
"Dam Girl ya bout ta set me off ya teas'n me like that"
Merle managed to push the door to the bathroom stall closed and lent up against the wall, the room was spinning something wicked mainly due to the bottle of Whiskey he'd consumed during the night.
In front of him a young woman nearly as drunk was fumbling with his zipper, when she finally got it down her hands quickly disappeared inside his pants and grasped his hardening member.
Merle hissed with satisfaction and put his hands behind his head, eyes closed enjoying the attention.
Her hands were soft and warm and when they were suddenly replaced with her mouth he gasped and his eyes drooped open.
"Ya know ya place that's for sure" He laughed down at the mess of dirty blonde hair, two pale blue eyes smudged with mascara looked up at him.
"Hell tell ya ta stop" He put a hand on her head and guided her back towards his manhood, watching it disappear inside her lipstick smeared lips.
After a few minutes he felt himself starting to lose control and he quickly grabbed her shoulder and wrenched her up off the ground.
"I wanna feel that sweet little pussy" He leered and quickly turned her round pushed her up against the stall door and pushed her short denim skirt above her ass to expose her red thong.
"Ya are a lil tease aint ya" He grabbed a hand full of pale white cheek and squeezed it tight.
The girl moaned and pushed herself back against him which nearly sent the redneck over the edge.
In one swift motion Merle yanked her thong down and buried himself quickly between her legs, one hand tangling itself in her hair and the other grabbing her hip.
She moaned louder and bucked back.
"Ya needa be ridden har-" He paused mid thrust as the bathroom door suddenly creaked open.
"HEY WE'RE FUK'N BUSY IN 'ERE!" He yelled out "GO SHIT IN THE LADIES"
The door creaked closed and the redneck turned his attention back on the blonde.
"Where were we?" He sunk himself inside her wet core but froze again when the soft sound of shoes on dirty tiles caught his ear.
"Wha' the fuck you want man? Can't ya see I'm fucking bu-" the words immediately evaporated into thin air when he caught sight of a familiar light blue dress through the gap between the door and wall.
"Fuck!" He muttered and quickly pulled himself out of the blonde who turned to glare at him.
"Don't say a fucking word" He hissed at her and shoved himself back into his pants which were unbearably tight now.
"Rabbit that better not be you?" He clenched his teeth and done up the top button.
"M-Merle?" the small voice outside the stall confirmed the unimaginable and the man inside the stall rubbed his hand over his face in frustration.
"wha' ya doin' outta the truck Rabbit?" He tried to keep his voice as calm as he possibly could.
"I can't sleep no more" The voice replied "there's som' folk been real loud 'n the carpark"
There was a long pause as Merle grappled with the fact that his screw had just gone out the window.
"I-I wanna go home" the small voice trembled and the redneck sighed and pulled the stall door open shoving the blonde unceremoniously behind him.
"Hey!" She started to kick off but received a threatening stare and quickly backed down.
"See ya sweet heart we'll do this 'nother time" He tucked a twenty into her exposed bra and left her ,mouth open and panties around her ankles in the stall.
"Git ya ass back to the truck th'n" Merle shooed the little girl now in front of him towards the door she was looking curiously behind him and nearly tripped over backwards.
He walked over to the basin and quickly splashed some cold water on his face. Then followed the child out the door and into the dingy lit hallway.
He could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and some bluesy number blaring out of the jukebox and wanted nothing more than to head back in, he growled in annoyance and shoved open the fire exit door and stepped out into the muggy Georgia night.
"Dammit Rabbit hurry up" He nearly walked into the back of the small girl who came to a halt halfway through the car park, she turned to look at him her saucer round eyes wider then usual.
"It's them!" She grabbed the bottom of his singlet top and pointed towards a group of three young guys who were standing round a rickety picnic table that just happened to be right next to the truck.
"Stay 'ere" He brushed her aside and strode quickly towards the slightly blurry figures.
"Ya go'n wake ma baby sister up?" He grabbed the closest guy by the front of his shirt before he could even register what was happening and pulled him in real close. He looked to be late teens and scrawny as fuck just like his other two mates who immediately stumbled backwards dropping their cans.
"N-N-Nah man!" The guys voice broke and he looked up at Merle like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Well she was sleep'n in that truck there 'fore you'n ya limp dick mates came along" Bits of spit flew out of Merle's mouth as he spoke.
"Look man we didn't know she was there" One of the friends had a sudden burst of courage and spoke up but shrunk back as Merle sized him up.
"Had me a real good thing goin' on'n there, nice piece'o tail" The redneck shook his victim who had gone ghost white "but I guess you'll do..." Merle leered deciding it would be funner to make him piss his pants.
"Ya ever let ya little girlfriends there stick it in yet? Or ya saving yaself for ole Merley?"
"I-I'm sorry man! P-P-Please don't man! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" the teen pleaded in near hysterics and Merle shoved him backwards onto his back with a thump, bored.
"Go on'n git ya pimply ass's outta 'ere 'fore I lay 'em out!" He watched the three scamper away into the darkness in record time, he would'a beat on them a bit just for fun but he was on his final warning and he weren't gonna spend another six months in lock up.
Merle stepped up into the truck and waited for the little girl to climb in the opposite side, when the door closed he turned the key and she roared into life.
When he looked over the kid was perched on the edge of the bench seat with a blanket wrapped round her shoulders even though it must have been 80 odd outside.
He reached over with one hand and pushed her back, she squeaked and repositioned herself wiggling snugly into the far corner her cheek pressed against the cracked leather of the back of the seat.
The old truck slowly made its way out of the car park and onto the deserted streets of Green Meadows,one of the most misleading names to give to the small shit hole of a town which sprouted from the dirt like a weed. It's population was a couple thousand and most of them had seen the inside of a cell bout half a dozen times.
"Who's that lady?" A small voice suddenly broke the silence in the cab and Merle flashed a annoyed glare her way.
"None'a ya business that's who" He growled back and navigated the truck down a few dusty roads passing by neglected and run down trailers, some which looked less then inhabitable.
Thankfully they didn't come across any other vehicles as he weaved from side to side, whiskey still coursing through his veins.
"What was ya's doing in the bathroom?" After a few more minutes curiosity got the better of the small girl.
Merle didn't answer and she fiddled with the fraying edge of her blanket.
"Girls aint allowed in the boys toilets ya know" she remarked and the truck lurched a little.
"Maddie ya gon' git it soon ya don't start mind'n ya own dam business" Merle warned and the little girl sighed and curled up on the seat knowing better then to anger her big brother.
The rest of the trip was made in silence, the radio had long ago broke and Merle wound his window down as they left Green Meadows and entered the woods starting the climb up the mountain. The road quickly deteriorated into more of a goat trail with tall Georgia pines lining the way. Every now and then something would scurry back into the safety of the woods as Merle roared past on a road he'd driven a millions times before and been ten times as drunk.
Another five miles up the mountain he turned off onto a trail that looked even more undriveable and continued along it for a few more miles before coming out into a dirt clearing. In the middle propped up on some piles was a trailer home. Long square and ugly and looking like it hadn't seen a coat of paint in twenty years with windows broken and mended a hundred times over with tape and surrounded by a few hand built sheds that looked like they'd blow over in a breeze.
Merle pulled up a few meters from it and shoved the door open, completely forgetting about his sister who had been asleep a few minutes now. He was already thinking bout the bottle of rum he'd brewed up earlier in the week and although it tasted like cats piss, he was gonna down it faster then that whore was gonna down his load.
The best way to forget about what could have been was to get shit faced drunk. And that was one thing Merle Dixon was good at.
Sooooo?...(Remember very early days yet)