Buck Naked by Vivi Anna

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    The wind whipped at Sabine’s cocoa-colored hair as she raced the Mustang down the open highway. It was a gorgeous, sultry summer day and Sabine made the most of it, driving with the top down. The high sun beat down on her cinnamon skin. Sweat trickled into the valley of her breasts and down her lean back to her shorts, carving out a moist path into the crack of her ass. Her skin goosebumped, causing electrifying shivers down her spine.
    Sabine felt glorious.
    It was the fourth day on the road. She should have felt tired; weary, even. In fact, she felt electrified, energized, and just plain old revved for action. She was only thirteen hours from her destination, and swore she could almost smell the salty moist air of the Pacific Ocean.
    She smiled a feline grin, thinking about what awaited her in Vancouver. It was her meal ticket. Her old age pension. The big payoff. She had planned the score for the past two years, now it was only hours away from being realized. She had a hard time waiting as the home stretch neared, but her patience was one thing that had helped her excel at her chosen career. She could wait.
    But even as she thought that, her foot pushed just a little more on the gas.
    The car whined, then spurted. The oil light and other indicators flashed on, and it coughed and started to lose speed.
    Sabine looked disbelievingly at the red lights on the dash, swore and slammed her fist against the steering wheel. The Mustang responded by whining its contempt.
    She pulled off the road and stopped the car on the shoulder, leaning her head on the wheel.
    “Merde!” Shit.
    She got out the car, and rounded the hood. She popped it and stared into the abyss. She didn’t have a clue what to do. Usually Jean was around to help her out. He knew his way around a vehicle’s parts. A woman’s parts, too. Ask the man for a lube job, you never knew what he would stick where. God bless him!
    As she stood there, petite manicured hand on a flared hip, a pickup with two young men pulled up behind the Mustang. She stepped around the car and smiled as the two men jumped out of the truck.
    They looked like they memorized every detail as they eyed her from the tip of her colored toenails, up long coltish legs, over her hard, flat stomach, small firm breasts to her full, pouty painted lips.
    Sabine knew she made an impression. She was often compared to a black panther: long, sleek body and exotic coloring. This she attributed to her French-Canadian father and her Italian mother. She got her mother’s rich coloring and hot temper, and her father’s sensual charms. A deadly combination in any situation.
    “Having car troubles, miss?” asked the scruffy-looking passenger with the John Deere cap on his head.
    “I don’t know what to do. It just stopped.” Her accented voice dripped with honey.
    The driver stepped up to car, and looked under the hood. He couldn’t have been a day over eighteen. Sabine noticed his jeans pulled tight over his firm rear end as she stood next to him under the hood.
    “What do you think it is?”
    He checked the oil and the radiator cap.
    “Don’t know right yet. Could you start the car?”
    Sabine slipped down into the Mustang's leather seat. She turned the key. Nothing. It didn’t turn over.
    “Might be the battery.” John Deere suggested.
    “Yeah, let’s hook her up.”
    The young driver brought the truck around so the vehicles faced each other. He took out jumper cables from the truck bed, and hooked them up.
    Sabine watched, as she leaned casually against the Mustang, her long, smooth legs stretched out in front of her. 'John Deere' stood near. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.
    “Could I get one of those?”
    He offered the pack. She took one out and slid it into her mouth. He watched with intense fascination.
    “Can I get a light?”
    He flicked his Zippo. She leaned over, eyes never leaving his face, and touched the tip to the