“Hey, want another drink?” I ask. Trainor shakes his head.

“No, I’m fine, thanks. Still working on this one.”

We laugh because right now, we’re not much better than your average trucker. We’ve got beers wrapped in paper bags, and we’re lounging at the pool, enjoying the darkness.

Of course, we could go to the Lodge’s bar, its nightclub, or its bowling alley, all of which are still open at this late hour. But Trainor and I have been on the road for a couple weeks now, and we wanted the quiet and peace of the pool. So we grabbed some beers from the kitchen, and made our way down here stealthily.

It wasn’t hard. It’s after hours, but it wasn’t hard to pick the lock. After all, that’s not how the Lodge works. It exists for the pleasure of the members, so if someone wants to enjoy the pool after hours, then why not? Besides, the water is kept at a constant temperature in part for that purpose. Truckers should be able to enjoy the water after long, hard weeks on the road.

But right now, the pool is empty. Most of the girls are likely merrymaking with their men, and the water shimmers peacefully in the darkness. Trainor lets out a yawn.

“I thought you wanted to talk?” he asks. “Deep thoughts?”

I take a swig of my beer.

“Yeah. What do you think of this lifestyle?” I ask.

He takes a sip of his beer and shrugs.

“It’s fucking amazing, my man. We make bank as long-haul truckers, and we meet the most delectable, filthy girls along the way. Our initiation into Dads and Daughters was the best thing that ever happened to us.”

I nod.

“Yeah, I hear you. We were hitting up strip clubs before just to get some action while we were on the road. But Dads and Daughters has completely changed our lifestyle, hasn’t it?”

My friend chugs his beer again.

“You got it. The new girl from the Nashville Lodge was the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, and she wanted it so bad, too. Before I could even say hello, she’d pulled down her panties and was humping like there was no tomorrow.”

I laugh.

“Yeah, I saw her from a distance, but she’s not my type. I don’t like the plasticky ones.”

Trainor shrugs.

“Neither do I, but did I have a choice? No. Like I said, she was on me before I could even introduce myself.”

I laugh because Dads and Daughters is known for its nubile, all-natural girls. However, there are a few exceptions here and there, which I’ve sampled. It’s not bad. Personally, plastic isn’t my thing, but I can see how it’s attractive to some men.

But then I sigh.

“Do you ever think about what could be though?”

Trainor snorts.

“No. I wouldn’t date that girl if she begged me. I came three times that night, but she’s not the type you marry, if you get what I mean.”

I nod.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. What if we met someone real? Someone who’s more than a one-night stand? Someone who might want to be with us long term.”

Trainor squints at me in the darkness.

“Are you getting sappy on me? Really, Torrent?”

I shrug.

“We’ve been on the road for a long time now, buddy. More than ten years in fact. We’ve sampled so many women that it’s starting to become a blur in my mind, and that’s not good. I don’t want to be that guy. You know, the one who’s a total douche whose dick is diseased and falling off from being with too many women.”

Trainor snorts.

“That’s not an issue for us. You know Dads and Daughters screens anyone who joins, and that includes a medical check-up.”

I nod.

“Yeah, so maybe I don’t mean it literally. But mentally, I’m starting to get bored with the idea of pulling into a truck stop and ordering a girl like I’m ordering a hamburger.”

My friend rolls his eyes.

“These aren’t just any girls, my friend. These women are sassy, sweet, and so beautiful. They’re daughters, may I remind you?”

I nod.

“I know, but it’s more the process. I hate that I’m ordering a woman like I’m ordering a milkshake. I think I want something more real. Made-to-order, if you will.”

My friend looks at me skeptically, his brows raised.

“And what would that be?”

I shrug.

“I like them blonde, if you remember. I like them curvy, with big breasts and a sweet personality. I like them ready to share themselves, and if she likes two men, then even better.”

Trainor grunts.

“We share. Lots of girls like that.”

I nod.

“Yeah, I know, but I’d like to be with one long-term. You know, so that we get to know her body inside out, and so that she learns to take us every which way as well. It could be nice. I’d like to hear her scream my name, and for her to come while looking into my eyes. I want intimacy,” I say.

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