Small Treasures
Dalton pulled out on another long run into the early darkness. Just weeks earlier, he was making runs for a mid-sized roofing distributor, before the begging call of the open road howled and cried much too loud for him to ignore. Also, the expectation of at least $175,000 made the decision fairly easy. So there he was, on the road again after 15 years. Dalton had gotten married and had a kid in those years that he took off from the road. He grew accustomed to being at home, almost in a chain-like manner. His necessities were his bed, his video games, his couch, his food, and his family. None of which were in his new, temporary home. As Dalton pondered his new path in life, he looked around his small apartment on wheels, and sighed.
There was a huge reason why Dalton didn’t want to leave on this run. It was indeed his first run back, and he was anxious, but that wasn’t the underlying issue. The problem was, it was close to Valentine’s Day, and Dalton always got some special attention downstairs on that day. It also seemed to Dalton, the better the gift, the better the blowjob.
Days earlier, he scoured the internet looking for the perfect gift. He found a few small items that were nice, but he still needed that ultimate treasure. Dalton had to be on the lookout for the special gift that would insure him the most mind-blowing head of his life.
The next day, while getting gas, Dalton spotted a busy flea market across the street. He thought, with all those vendors, I’m sure to find something. Once parked in his designated area for the night, he was free to check out his surroundings. His first stop was the flea market. Dalton walked aisle after aisle searching for the perfect gift. Just then, trouvaille!, he thought, as he eyed the most intricate piece of jewelry he had ever seen. It was a gold pendant with the birthstone of his wife.
The aged lady looked blind, like she shouldn’t be running the booth. Not sure if he could even get her attention, Dalton waved his hand and spoke loud.
“How much for this piece, ma’am?”
“All jewelry, ten dollars!”
Dalton quickly threw down $20 and began to walk off. He could hear the lady yelling from behind, “Stop! You get one more piece of jewelry.”
Dalton got back to his truck and examined the pendant. It was spectacular. It was faceted and cut with tremendous detail. How he was able to buy it for $20 baffled him immensely, but he wasn’t looking in any animal’s mouths.
Since Dalton had the perfect pendant, all he needed now was a necklace. He knew that his next stop was a decent-sized regional city, so he assumed that he would have numerous options to complete his gift.
Everything fell into place perfectly the following day. Dalton was able to make his drop, get his new load, and pull into a mall parking lot one hour before it closed. He walked inside and located the directory, and made his way to the closest jewelry store. A store associate greeted Dalton as he entered.
“Good evening, sir. What are we looking for today?”
Dalton pulled out a small cloth from his pocket, carefully unfolded it, and allowed the associate to view the pendant.
“I need a necklace to go with this amazing piece. It’s for my wife. It’s kind of an important gift. It needs to match perfectly.”
The associate’s eyes widened in appreciation of the stunning pendant.
“That’s quite the piece you have there. It is absolutely gorgeous. If I’m not mistaken, it appears to be from the Edwardian era. If so, it has some age on it. Regardless, I’m sure you paid quite a hefty price for it.”
Dalton let the largest shit-eating grin grow on his face, as his eyes lit up with joy.
“Actually, I only paid $20 for it, from an insane lady, on the side of a country road, just yesterday.”
The associate could only shake his head in disbelief, his mouth literally agape.
“I am utterly speechless. Nonetheless, let’s find you a necklace for this masterpiece.”
After only about 5 minutes, they both agreed on an immaculate, white gold necklace that accentuated the pendant impeccably. After a final inspection, payment and gift wrapping, the associate handed the bag across the counter. Dalton smiled, as he visualized the end result his perfect gift would get him.
As he left the jewelry store, he heard music, shouting, and clapping coming from another wing of the mall, and went to check it out. When he turned the corner, he saw a dance team performing for a small crowd. The girls seemed to range in ages from high school to college, with a few a little older.
Dalton watched, as the girls chanted, leapt, and tossed each other high in the air. He thought, Shit, this is some free entertainment. These little bitches are talented! And a few of them are fuckin hot.
Dalton got a lemonade from a nearby kiosk while he continued to ogle at the dance squad. For the finale of the routine, a small-statured, fit female ran through the center of the group, as if she had an invisible forcefield around her. She proceeded to perform flip after flip, before landing gracefully on her feet, at the final note of the song.
The girls were all given towels, and began to break off and conversate about their performance in the routine and what they were doing afterwards. Dalton was left basically dragging his jaw from the ground, putting his eyes back in their sockets, and wiping copious amounts of drool from his mouth, all while hiding a massive erection with possible precum drying his pisshole to his boxers. Needless to say, this little, sexy woman left quite the impression on Dalton, and he had to talk to her. This was who he dreamt of at night. He thought, she is absolutely perfect, as he approached his pint-sized fantasy in real life.
“Hi, I’m Dalton. I really enjoyed the show. I didn’t see it all, but I saw the end, and you were amazing! Flippin your little ass all around.”
“Thanks. I’m Tricia. Yeah, I’m their coach. I make an appearance at the end of the routine. I only do this for fun actually, and to stay in shape. My real gig is at night, at the Fireplace.”
Dalton was oblivious, but quickly realized that the Fireplace was a strip club, and Tricia was the regular feature at this club. They talked and cut up for about thirty minutes, before mall security started making their rounds to clear and close the mall. They bid each other goodbyes, all while Dalton searched the internet for places to park his rig around Fireplace. He told Tricia that he would be there later tonight. She motioned for Dalton to lean down. He did, and she kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “I can’t wait”, into his ear.
Back in his sleeper, Dalton couldn’t get Tricia out of his mind. He loved his wife and loved his life, but the beckoning call of curiosity was loud and prevailing. Plus, Dalton thought, I’m only going to see her dance. That was enough to persuade him to shower in the truck stop, brush his teeth and floss, buy some cologne and condoms, and get $1000 out in cash.
Dalton arrived at Fireplace a little before Midnight, when Tricia was scheduled to take the stage. When he paid the cover and sat down, she wasn’t dancing. In fact, there weren’t any dancers dancing. Ten to fifteen guys sat at the bar and random tables sucking their beers and looking half defeated and half murderous, awaiting the next offering of flesh.
Then, from over the music, originating from the back of the building, but getting constantly louder, Dalton heard Tricia’s voice.
“Fuck that! No, ya’ll gonna pay me! I’ll tear this motherfucker up!”
At this point, Tricia was in the main area, near the front, and all eyes were on her. The man that followed close behind, repeatedly offering excuses, from low attendance, to a raise in rent.
“Fuck that. I’m supposed to get paid tonight and I’m getting paid.”
Something inside Dalton came alive at that moment. The love of a thousand years amiss overtook his being, and lust fueled his confidence. He stood and made his way toward the apparent manager.
“Listen here. You are going to pay this woman the money you owe her, or we will tear this motherfucker up. You got that? You can’t treat her differently just because she’s a midget.”
Tricia smiled at Dalton, and said, “Don’t call me the ‘M’ word. That’s your only warning.”
Dalton nodded, then turned back toward the man, unphased.
The man nodded, pulled out a wad of cash and paid Tricia more than he owed her, with a russian scowl on his face.
“But you not come back.”
Tricia took the cash, counted it, held up a middle finger, and walked out, loudly addressing Dalton.
“Let’s go, boo. Rooms on me. You better put it on me.”
Once in the room, they had drinks that were purchased before arrival, and everything was going perfectly and flowing naturally. They talked about each other’s lives, and flirted while doing so. By the third bourbon, Tricia was already half naked on Dalton’s lap, thanking him for his support earlier in the night.
“Thank you daddy. That means the world to me. I think you need a reward,” she said, as she stroked his chest and started slowly sliding down between his legs.
Tricia positioned herself between Dalton’s legs, maneuvered his pants down, and accepted him into her mouth. Dalton was overtaken by extreme pleasure. His filter was off, and he blurted out something that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
“Goddamn, your little midget ass can suck some di..”
Before Dalton could get the word ‘dick’ out, Tricia’s eyes glowed red and she chomped down with the force of ten great whites, severing his member. Dalton was left bleeding, cockless, and in shock, as she comedically scurried off with his dick in hand.
Dalton had officially lost it all. His wife, his family, his entire life left with his penis. But even more tragic was that some shark-toothed, evil little stripper ensured that Dalton would never get another blowjob again.
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