I watched my friend work, changing the tire as the sun burned down on us. Under my t-shirt, a trickle of sweat rolled down my back and all I could think about was how nice the casino air conditioning would feel when we stepped through the doors. They always kept those places like a freezer. And this time of year, they'd be filled with hot, college girls with luscious lips.
I shifted my weight to one foot and started clicking my cell phone off and on, a nervous habit I had when I was anxious. "Your bad driving put us behind schedule. Can't you hurry up?"
"My bad driving? It was that asshole in the truck's fault."
I leaned over and looked at the tail of our car, nearly sticking out in traffic and said, "Well, you did a shitty job pulling off the road. Your ass is practically still in the slow lane."
Just then, a black pickup truck, lifted and with monster tires, whooshed by swerving at the last second to avoid hitting our car. With a heavy hand on the horn, the driver blasted an angry warning, flipping us off making the universal "fuck-you" gesture as he passed.
"See I told you," I said.
A more benevolent traveler came next, making a gentle, wide swerve as she veered away from our car and sailed past. "Your ass is in the road," I repeated as if that'd do any good.
I moved to stand at the rear of the car and watched as the next car approached. I put on a big smile and waved to it, hoping they'd change lanes and give us a wide berth. The car swerved, just enough to clear our tail. Then just as the passenger window crossed my line of vision, a beautiful blonde lifted her t-shirt and pressed her voluptuous tits to the window, giving me a show.
Damn!
I smiled and waved at her as she passed.
"Oh my god, AJ. You should've seen it … ye-hee!" The girl was open-mouthed and laughing, along with what looked like a car full of college-aged girls.
AJ was still hunkered down at the right front wheel. "See what?" he called out without breaking his focus.
With a silly grin on my face, I trotted around the car to AJ. "Aw, man, you missed a good one. She flashed me! A hot girl just flashed her tits at me. It was awesome!"
AJ just shook his head and kept working.
"We've got to get going." I prodded. "It's freaking spring break in Vegas, man. There are tons of women, all drunk and...and...I can't wait to get there. "
I leaned against the car, crossed my arms and looked off to the bleak horizon, dreaming. "It's gonna be great. I'm gonna find a tall bombshell in a tiny, black dress, the kind with an ass you'd let sit on your face for hours."
"Oh, Jesus. Keep your panties on, Dorothy. This won't take much longer. This is just a minor setback. We'll get there soon enough. And Vegas has a river of wet pussy just waiting to be tapped, so there'll be plenty left for you by the time we get there."
He leaned back from working on the tire, wiping his sweaty brow with a forearm. "I know what I'm gonna do the first thing we get there," he said. "Get one of those big slushy drinks in a cowboy boot from Coyote Ugly and watch the girls dancing on the bar, butt pumping in those skimpy shorts."
I drifted for a moment, envisioning what it would look like. "Mmm. Yeah … " I murmured.
"Hey, dickhead, did you find a place that sells tires yet?" AJ snapped. "It's damn hot out here and I'm sweatin' like a pig."
"Pigs don't sweat." I tipped my head toward AJ. "They don't have sweat glands. That's why they wallow in the mud."
"You're givin' me a fucking lecture on pig sweat? Smartass." With an annoyed scowl, AJ stood and wiped his hands on his jeans. "Just find us a repair station already."
I turned my attention back to my Google search on my smartphone.
"Come on, slow poke," AJ prodded. He watched as I continued searching the web. "Can't you find anything? Is that finger tapping the screen as small as your little pecker? You know, we can't drive very far on this emergency spare. These tires are only meant to go about fifty miles or so."
I shot him a nasty look, but it was just part of the back-and-forth male bravado guys our age engaged in. We had a kind of banter that sounded foul, but we both knew it was all in fun. Like most guys our age, we confirmed our manhood by flinging caustic jibes at each other.
"Okay, I found one. The good news is there's a gas station, a full service station, at the next exit and it's right … there." I looked up from the screen and motioned in the direction with my arm. "It's so damn close, we could practically walk to it."