Dr. Phil Agonistes Ch. 02

Chapter 1 is here.

Most couples who act out a "Truck Stop Hooker" role-play might try it with an actual vehicle, but they would stay in the garage or at most venture into the driveway. This was not true for Phil and Robin McGraw. In a quest for maximum authenticity they had to play the game at a real truck stop. It increased the chance for getting caught, of course, but that was part of the appeal of the whole thing.

Phil was the famous Doctor Phil, host of his own long-running "advice" show (or human circus as he sometime called it) and at times he picked up role play ideas from the confessions of his troubled guests. His wife Robin saw all of the shows, often from a front-row studio seat, and she added her own take to their leisure time events.

One of the guests had been a thirty-something divorcée who was having trouble paying her mortgage. One evening while commuting home from work she pulled into a truck stop and tried her luck as a first-time lot lizard. Her business suit was something of a novelty among the drivers, and in a few hours she had made a surprising amount of money giving blowjobs and handjobs to the lonely asphalt cowboys.

After that the woman had used various unconventional outfits during her work sessions. Cocktail dresses and formal evening wear were choices that made her popular with her customers; the truckers had taken to calling her Duchess Caroline. Phil had a hell of time convincing her over the course of forty-five minutes to give up her hooking ways.

On a Saturday evening Robin got ready with her own costume, and although it wasn't as eye-catching as Caroline's get-ups she expected that Phil would be pleased. He didn't actually see her after she dressed but he saw her car leaving the driveway. About ten minutes later he got into his own vehicle, a crew-cab pickup with a camper box in the bed, and followed her route out of town. He was dressed casually except that he had his favorite white Panama hat.

As he drove east he played music on his sound system and sang along with some of the songs. One of his favorites was by Townes Van Zandt.

"I'm going out on the highway, listen to those big trucks whine
I'm going out on the highway, listen to those big trucks whine
White Freightliner, won't you steal away my mind?"

They had planned to rendezvous at a so-called "travel center" in San Bernardino County. Phil noted that the old truck stop term had mostly been replaced by this euphemism. It was past dark when Phil drove into the parking lot and passed the restaurant. He noticed Robin standing at a window and he made sure that she had seen him. Then he drove to the far side of the facility and found a space between two tractor trailers. His front bumper was near the property line and beyond it was a dusty field.

A couple of minutes after he had turned off the engine he looked in the right hand mirror and saw a dark-haired woman approaching on that side of the truck. Robin came over to the passenger's window and tapped on it.

As Phil pushed the down button on the window he looked her over to figure out who he was dealing with. Robin's outfit didn't shout "hooker;" it could have been worn by any lady traveler stopping at the center. She had a University of Tulsa tee shirt ("Can't Be Beat") and a denim skirt. Her headgear was a bit incongruous for her; it was a Coors Beer baseball cap. Robin was rarely attired in legible clothes. He hadn't yet seen what kind of shoes she had on.

In a few moments she said, "Hi there sugar, it's a nice evening, isn't it?"

"Sure is honey; very nice evening indeed." He drawled that more than he usually did when on his show.

"Say, you don't sound like you're from around here."

"I live in California now, but I'll always be a Texas boy at heart."

"Is that so? I'm from Oklahoma myself."

"I've heard that Oklahoma girls are kind of bad, if you get what I mean."

"Oh, not so much. At least we wear underpants to church. Those Texas girls are so shameless they'll flash the preacher during his sermon."

"I reckon you're right." Phil chuckled and he was impressed that she was able to improvise this bit of dialogue so well.

He continued, "My name's Clyde by the way." Where did I get that from, Bonnie and Clyde?

"Pleased to meet you Clyde. I'm Jenny Jo, or just J.J. as my friends call me. Say, you want a little company tonight?"

"Sure do. I've got a cooler back here with some soda pop. Come on in, the back door's unlocked."

They both got into the back seat of the crew cab. Phil took a couple of bottles out of the cooler and offered her one.

After a few sips she said, "Now Clyde, I saw you sitting all by your lonesome out here. I figured you were expecting something to happen."

"Well, little lady, that's true; I expected someone like you to walk by."

Both Phil and Robin had some knowledge of hooking from the thousands of guests who had been on his show. They knew that it was a transaction, plain and simple, although some of the johns would delude themselves about the true nature of the situation.

Clyde revealed that what he wanted oral sex, first by going down on her, then with her sucking on him. Jenny Jo offered her price - Robin had heard from enough guests to make a reasonable guess at what it cost - and Clyde paid her with real bills (although not the actual amount in their dialogue).

As he paid her Clyde joked, "For the first part of this, you should be paying me."

Jenny Jo laughed at him, "Oh no, big boy, you know that's not how it works." She continued, "What's the matter, wifey doesn't put out with these things?"

"No ma'am, she just lies back and thinks of Jesus. Calls it her 'marital duty.' She thinks that even doggy-style is a sin."

"Well thank goodness for these tight-ass wives, I'd probably starve without all the business they send my way. Say, maybe we should go into the camper back there? One of these trucker boys may come back."

Clyde looked around and noted that there were it was quite dark at his end of the lot; the nearest lights were on the other side of the trucks. "Nah, we'll be fine. If one of these road kings does see us, he'll probably just jack off in his cab before leaving."

Phil and Robin were well aware that hookers spurned any displays of affection in their work and generally got to business in the most efficient way possible. Jenny Jo lay back on the rear seat and raised her skirt. Clyde first noticed her shoes: ankle-high white boots. Boots in warm weather are a little sluttish but hell, this is California. Then he saw her pink thong strap. Jenny Jo reached down and pulled it aside.

"Do you like my pussy, Clyde?" Her pubic hair was dark and springy. Robin is kind of old school about not shaving there, but I think it's better that way. I'm pretty old school myself.

"It's a mighty fine one, J.J. Let me show you some moves, actions speak louder than words." How many times have I said that on my show? He knelt on the floor and put his mouth on her. In a few moments she was squirming on the seat.

"Clyde, you've obvious had some lessons from other girls. You know just how to find my cly-tour-is and make it tingle." He chuckled at hearing her mispronunciation and that seemed to stimulate her even more.

Then he noticed her fiddling with her clothes and he stopped to look up her body. Jenny Jo had raised her T-shirt and was unhooking her bra. "I hope this is okay," she said. "If I rub my own boobies, I get a better climax. Oh, my nips are so sensitive."

In short order she had one leg up on the back of the seat and the other on the top of the seat in front. Clyde figured he had paid to get his own needs met, so he unzipped his fly and took out his cock. He stroked himself with one hand while holding up one of Jenny Jo's legs with the other.

He hadn't planned to make himself come this way and he didn't even get close. Jenny Jo brought her legs together around his head and shouted something about her pussy exploding. Clyde knew to keep pushing his face forward until she finally went slack.

She said, "That was one of the finest muff lickings I've ever had. But hey, don't think you're getting a discount just for that."

"Don't worry, I'm keeping my end of the bargain, you just keep yours. Like right now would be good."

He positioned himself sideways on his seat and she knelt on the flow. "I know you took that tall Texan out early," she said. "Almost thought you'd jack your own load."

"Honey, even if I had, I'd need a good lube job from you anyway." As she started licking his cock he took her hat off and looked down at her. He noticed that she was wearing lipstick, but it was a subtle color. Phil briefly pondered his first blowjob at Midwestern State University. What was that little girl's name, Katie Lee Branson; spring of '74?

Meanwhile Clyde was urging Jenny Jo on. "That's it, Okie lady, you've got the magic lips. Keep working on that dick, you know how; wear out that lipstick." When he came one of her hands was holding him by the base while her lips slid down sideways along his cock. He ejaculated right past her face and the drops came down on the back of her shirt and on the floor beyond.

When he was resting afterwards he said, "Wasn't sure if you were going to swallow or not."

"Mister Clyde, if you want that, you got to order it at that beginning."

"Oh I should have remembered that." He was amused rather than upset. He knew that a lot of hookers took the semen in their mouths but then spit it out whether or not the client noticed. Amazing the things you learn as a psychologist. That old saying, nuts and sluts.

Jenny Jo said, "You've got a handkerchief? I need to pat down my shirt."

As she did, Phil thought about how he liked post-sex cuddling; he wanted to say, I love you. But both of them stayed in character. Clyde might appreciate her skills and good nature, but he didn't love Jenny Jo.

To distract himself he got a fresh bottle of soda for himself. Jenny Jo said, "If you got some more, how about some fun in the camper bed?"

"Some more what?"

"Maybe more sperm. But that's optional. Definitely more money; that's not negotiable."

He thought about it. The camper section was very basic; it was only about a foot higher than the roof of the cab. There was room to sit or lie down in there and that was it.

"Let me think about it for a bit," he said. "I was wondering, I might be in these parts again soon. Maybe we should meet up then. What is the name of this burg again?"

"Hespira. It's named after the Greek god of the West."

It seemed that Robin fell a bit of character on that one; it was unlikely that Jenny Jo would know that. Then again, who knows what her back story is? He would have liked to ask her, but he knew you could pay hookers to talk about yourself but not the other way around.

She offered, "I have a cell phone number you could use."

"Why don't you use that for everything?"

"I try to but these guys move around constantly. I've got to troll the lots sometimes." She looked a bit wistful as she said, "There's a lot of competition from younger girls."

Phil got the idea that Jenny Jo was much younger than Robin but probably well out of her twenties. Thirty-five maybe? Even though she was fictional, Phil couldn't help but wonder what she'd be like as a guest and what kind of advice he'd give her.

Meanwhile Clyde decided to lighten things up again. "You know what, Jenny J., I'm feeling fit and fine now. Let's go in the camper bed."

He figured missionary style would work best in there and he got the price and paid. They both got out and Clyde unlocked the lift gate at the back. Within a few minutes Jenny Jo had her legs up, her ankle boots propped against the ceiling of the camper box.

"That's it cowboy, ride me high in the saddle," she said.

He responded, "Honey, If there was a rodeo for screwing, I'd be a first-place contender."

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Later on they decided to meet at a diner closer to their home. They knew they could do better than the food at the travel center.

As he drove west into the L.A. basin Phil played a Rhett Atkins cover of an Eddie Rabbit song. He might not admit it to a purist, but he was impressed with the Atkins version.

Well the truck stop cutie comin' on to me,
Tried to talk me into a ride
Said I wouldn't be sorry
But she was just a baby
Hey, waitress, pour me another cup of coffee,
Pop it down, jack me up, shoot me out, flyin' down the highway,
Lookin' for the mornin'

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I have an idea for Chapter 3 but I haven't written it yet.