Nick looked in the rearview mirror at the hitchhikers in their back seat. He and Carly both felt nervous about the two strangers that they picked up along the way. Dakota was beautiful beyond expression. She had the body of a goddess with bronze skin, rich chocolate brown eyes, and mid-shoulder-length hair resembling red wine. Angela, the girl lying with her head in Dakota's lap, was a bit thinner but still similarly curvy. Her icy blue eyes were closed as she shivered, strands of her waist-length mahogany hair stuck to her sweat-soaked forehead. Her fever had peaked about an hour after Nick and Carly picked them up. Dakota had reassured them that Angela had nothing contagious, but the girl's symptoms were nerve-wracking.
"We could pull over," Carly suggested. "It's been dark for a while and, as long as Angela doesn't need to be taken to the hospital anytime soon, it would make more sense for us to rest and try finding our way better in the morning."
"That makes sense to me," Dakota replied, absentmindedly stroking her best friend's hair. Soon, Angela stopped shivering, and her breathing became slow and steady with blessed unconsciousness.
"Maybe sleeping out in the cool air will help Angela," Nick added kindly. Carly nodded in agreement as she turned the wheel, following the detour signs that seemed to be guiding them for the larger part of their journey to a clearing surrounded by trees. Paige followed in the SUV as she had been the entire time. Once Dakota slipped out of the car and grabbed her and Angela's bags, she set up a tent with a couple of sleeping bags for her and her best friend. With Nick's help, Dakota carried Angela to the tent and tucked her into her sleeping bag.
"I really appreciate everything you're doing to help us," Dakota told Nick after she stretched. "I know if Angie were awake right now, she would be saying the same thing." Nick could only nod before going over to help his sister and their friends set up their tents, a sinking feeling in his gut. He avoided eye contact at all costs.
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Dakota's eyes flew open as a bright light infiltrated the fabric of their tent. She quickly rolled over to check on Angela, relieved that the other girl was still sleeping deeply. She looked toward the front of the tent, squinting at the light, which she realized was artificial.
"Nick?" Dakota called as she unzipped the tent and crawled out on her hands and knees. She immediately saw the source of the light was a large pickup truck, then noticed the other tents were gone along with Carly's car and Paige's SUV. She didn't have time to be upset over being abandoned by strangers.
"Hello?" Dakota called out uneasily as she stood to reveal she was wearing nothing more than a light blue tank top and black bike shorts. A million thoughts were racing through her mind, but she still had some hope left.
"Can you please help us?" she called out pleadingly. "My best friend is sick, and it looks like the people helping us earlier decided to call it quits!" After pleading with the unknown truck driver, she took a few hesitant steps closer. She flinched when the driver's door opened, and she could see a silhouette of a man approaching her. Once he was close enough for her to see how handsome he was, she felt heat creeping across her cheeks. He was handsome with short but thick brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a flannel shirt, jeans, and work boots.
"Did you say sick?" he asked gruffly.
"She's had a fever for the past 8 hours at least," Dakota quickly explained, allowing relief to wash over her. "We've been hitchhiking our way through the states, to try and see as many of Angie's bucket list cities as possible. I am only one woman. I can't carry her on my own, and she sure as hell isn't walking anytime soon…"
"Where is she?" the man asked as his eyes scaled her body. "The least I can do is offer to bring you girls home and get your friend some proper care."
"That's so kind of you," was Dakota's reply as she shamelessly looked him over in return. "Are you sure, though? You shouldn't have to burden yourself with two strangers…"
"Well, my name is Bo, and I can assure you that you won't be a burden on me or my brother."
"I'm Dakota and my friend's name is Angela." She turned back to the tent to pull open the flap and reveal the other girl inside, completely missing the grin that crossed Bo's lips. He leaned into the tent to tug Angela forward and over his shoulder, immediately noticing how overly warm the girl was to the touch.
Bo carried Angela to the truck and laid her in the back seat, then walked back over to Dakota. He helped her pack up all of the girls' belongings and loaded them into the truck bed. He opened the passenger side door and helped Dakota up into the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel. The drive back seemed to stretch on. Dakota found herself curious about all of the signs that advertised "Trudy's House of Wax" which looked to be some kind of wax museum. It made her remember the fun times she had as a little girl going to places like Ripley's Believe It or Not and Hard Rock Café.
Vincent didn't like that Bo was taking so long. It made him anxious. He sauntered into the kitchen after leaving his current wax project in the basement. He fidgeted a bit with the wax mask that covered his face and let him forget how hideous he was sometimes. Soon, he heard the door and walked over as it opened. However, instead of seeing Bo, he came face to face with Dakota.
Dakota wasn't expecting the tall, masked figure in the doorway and shrieked as she stepped back, accidentally smacking right into Bo who had come up behind her with Angela over his shoulder. Vincent also took a step back, shocked at Bo just allowing someone to walk around conscious and not hogtied.
"Vincent!" Bo snapped as he skirted around Dakota, going to lay Angela down on the couch. "Quit being useless and go get supplies!"
"Don't call your brother useless!" Dakota gasped, ignoring the look of surprise on Bo's face as she dared to correct him. "I'm sorry for screaming, Vincent. You just startled me."
'You can't fool me,' Vincent thought to himself. 'I know I'm a hideous monster…' He left, then returned with some rope, cloth, and other items. Bo moved quickly, grabbing the rope and using it to bind Dakota's wrists behind her back. She didn't even have time to react before he also shoved a cloth in her mouth. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she tried not to cry, looking up at Bo with her eyes full of confusion and hurt. He simply lifted her over his shoulder, and she watched as Vincent lifted Angela off of the couch. Bo carried Dakota to his room and closed the door while Vincent carried Angela to his own.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you and add you to the museum just yet," Bo mused to Dakota as he laid the stunning girl back on his bed, a malicious grin splitting across his face. "No, I'm going to have some fun with you first." He slid his hand up along her thigh before gripping the waistband of her shorts, yanking them off along with her panties. Dakota gasped through the cloth and squirmed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He held eye contact with her as he reached down and slipped his fingers inside her. His eyes widened as his fingers met no resistance because of how slick she already was.
As Bo slipped his clothes off, the way she squirmed more while holding her legs open for him was delicious. He lifted her legs around his hips and lined himself up, pushing inside her with a groan. Dakota arched her back, whimpering needily as she wrapped her legs around him. He moaned softly as he began thrusting in a steady rhythm, the gorgeous girl moaning beneath him. As he began thrusting a bit more quickly, both of their moans increased. It had been a long time since he'd had a willing partner, and he had forgotten how amazing the difference was. The way she squeezed her legs around him to lock him against her and demand more drove him wild and he began thrusting harder. Her cry was muffled as she came, her entire body convulsing as her inner muscles tightened around his cock. He cried out as he released deep inside her, rocking his hips slightly to help milk himself of every last drop before slowly pulling out. Dakota completely relaxed, panting around the gag as she closed her eyes, locking her legs together and savoring the sensation of his cum inside of her.
"Fuck, baby," Bo hissed at her as he watched her. "You can't be doing things like that to me." When she opened her eyes again to look at him, the haziness of her gaze made him shiver. He pulled the cloth from her mouth, devouring her lips as he kissed her. Dakota kissed back eagerly, suckling on his tongue as he licked into her mouth, drawing a bigger groan from him. He broke the kiss and untied her wrists, only to retie them to the head of the bed. Dakota didn't say a word, only watched him as he did. When he wrapped his arm around her, she snuggled as close as she could and closed her eyes.