Life In The Fast Lane

Life wasn't going the way Joy needed it. Here she was stuck on the highway - again. Sitting in her broken-down Ford was not the vision she had for starting her day. But who would have guessed that this transportation snafu would bring her to a turning point that would change her life. For the better. While she sat on the highway panicking, this tall, mocha-skinned angel with the body of a god stopped by to help her. She was apprenhensive at first, but his deep, mellifluous voice soothed her trepidations.



From Chapter One: Car after car whizzed past, leaving behind trails of exhaust for her to inhale as she sat and tried not to panic. Maybe her friend Kiki hadn’t gone to work yet, or could send somebody to help. Just as she started to dial her number, she heard a peck at her window, causing her to jump and drop her phone. It was a tall, brown skinned man with a medium build, wearing a suit. She rolled down her window just enough to talk to him.

“Hi Miss. I saw you sitting here. Do you need some help? Can I call someone for you?” He looked around in her car.

“Well, my car stopped on me. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, but I do have a cell phone. I was just trying to reach one of my friends. I should be able to get someone, but thanks anyway.” She was always weary of accepting help out on the road. That’s how so many women ended up raped or dead. She didn’t want to become a statistic, even though it was early morning, and he was wearing a suit. And he was mighty fine, now that she stopped panicking long enough to really get a look at him.

“Are you sure Miss? I hate to see a lady in distress. The last time my wife got stranded out on the road, a nice gentleman stopped to help her. So I’m returning the favor to another person in need. I’m on my way to work, but I can give you a lift to the gas station at least.” He smiled at her reassuringly.

She still felt hesitant. He looked ok, but killers came in all colors and sizes. And suits. She looked around at her surroundings again quickly. She had no idea where the nearest gas station was, or when she’d be able to get someone out there to get her. Maybe she should go with him to the gas station. The tall stranger must have sensed her fears.

“Look Miss, I know you don’t know me, but here’s my business card. I promise, I’ll just take you to the gas station, so at least you can get off the road, ok? No funny business at all.”

He handed her his card. She looked it over noting his title: First Federal American Bank, Antonio Marshall, V.P. Commercial Loan.

“See, I’m harmless. I’m just your friendly neighborhood banker!” he chuckled.

He seemed innocent enough, and persistent, so she decided to take a chance. “Ok, well, I guess you can drop me at the nearest gas station. I can take it from there.” She felt a little queasy. She hoped she could get in contact with somebody fast.

“I think there’s a gas station right down the road about half mile or so. I can drop you off there.” Antonio waited for her to gather her phone, keys, and purse. He opened the door for her while she exited the car.

Joy locked her car doors for what it was worth. Antonio walked over to the passenger side of his car, and opened the door for her, waiting for her to get in. He was driving a midnight black 300M. Wow, what a difference. He got in and started his car. He hesitated, then grabbed his cell phone from its holder on the dash.

“I just thought about something. Why don’t I have my mechanic’s shop tow your car for you? They are fantastic, and I know they won’t rip you off. At least your car won’t be sitting on the road all day. They can usually get someone out to pick it up within an hour. You want me to call them? Do you live in the city or the burbs?”

“I live in Joliet. I was headed for my job in the city.”

“That could work well for you, since they have a shop in Plainfield. Can you get a ride back out there to pick the car up?” He was flipping his phone around from end to end, waiting for her to decide.


Joy finally decided to let Antonio call his mechanic's shop for her and give her a ride into to the city so she could make her job. While she rode with him, her mind was lost in fantasy as he crooned in her ear. She imagined his thick, muscular body rubbing all over hers; their lips locked in a hot, frenetic kiss. Too bad that he was married. Then again, that never stopped her before. She definitely wanted to see more of him. How could she work him into her life? Better yet, how could she work him into her bed?