963 Miles / Chapter 2 / Ginny the Gas Station Attendant
February 9, 2007
Previously…
Introduction
Chapter 1 — Bill the Bus Driver
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Ginny was a 17 year old senior at Woodbridge high located in Boston Township, Ohio. Early on Ginny realized she was only good at two things in life, giving blowjobs and pumping gas, so I guess you could say she was good with hoses.
At first site you wouldn’t say that Ginny was a beautiful girl, but her looks quickly grew on you. Sort of like how a mutt dog grows on you. Eventually you forget that pure-breads even exist. Most beautiful girls don’t even have this kind of power over men. Ginny didn’t have any striking features, but she was round where it counts.
She had dirty-blonde hair the fell just past her shoulders and she liked to wear it in pigtails. Her finger nails were painted the color of the bubble gum she would smack constantly while pumping gas. You could always tell when she was bored because she would pull her gum out and stretch it around her right index finger. If you happened to witness this while pulling up to the Full Service pump, it was surely worth a tip by itself.
Ginny lived with her father, a tow truck driver, in a double-wide that sat at the very end of a trailer park. His name was Travis and he was better at beating girls than loving them. Since her mother left years ago that meant Ginny would generally take a beating for two.
Travis didn’t beat all the girlfriends he brought to the trailer. See: Prostitutes. At least that’s not what the walls said when they thumped loudly next to Ginny’s head at night. Travis’ idea of privacy was turning the volume on the TV in the living room all the way up.
In a fucked up way Ginny thought to herself, she wished her dad would touch her like he touched his “girlfriends”, just so she could feel something from her father. Even if it wasn’t close to anything that resembled love.
The only piece of advice Travis ever gave her was “Practice makes perfect, or at least pertty damn close”. If you are wondering, that isn’t a typo, he pronounced it “pertty”. Armed with this nugget of advice Ginny practiced pumping gas at the Petrol Palace after school and practiced her other skill under the bleachers with the boys in her grade.
Woodbridge high was a small school and at first Ginny worried about how her reputation would be affected if a rumor fire started. One boy played with matches and only ended up burning himself.
A school girl with a reputation for being loose can eventually outgrow it, maybe even prosper from it, but a guy with a reputation for having a small dick might as well transfer schools, maybe even move down state.
There I go again, pissing in your pocket and calling it rain. Ginny did have one feature that was particularly striking, her lips. They were flush without wearing lipstick, the color of a pinched cheek. Her lips were like the hood ornament on her sexy, classic car body, and the first time Bert stopped into the station he wanted a ride.