"Blue-eyed boys are always getting me into trouble," she said in a sultry voice.

I smiled, as I looked into those warm brown Latina eyes, so soft yet full of mischief.

"I'll be back in a sec guys," said Tracy as she got up from the table and headed towards the ladies room.

"Jack," said Mike, the cook I was relieving, "you need to be careful with Tracy, her name used to be Tommy."

"I know Mike," I replied, "we met last night."

Yes, that was when I met Tracy. I had worked the evening shift at the truck stop and as I walked home through the park, I overheard an argument coming from a wooded area. I decided to investigate and soon saw a big guy standing over a woman that was trying to get up off the ground.

"I'm gonna mess you up bad you faggy bitch," he roared as he grabbed a handful of her blouse to pull her up by while he drew back to strike her.

Without thinking, I launched myself forward and grabbed his fist with one hand, jerking him back. As He spun towards me with a snarl, I drove the heel of my palm into his nose as hard as I could. He fell backwards with a thud and I quickly kicked him in the nuts for good measure. He groaned loudly and curled into a ball as I turned to help the lady up. As I helped her brush off her clothes she thanked me profusely. Turning, as I heard a rustling behind me, I saw the man on his hands and knees, attempting to get up. Again I didn't think, simply reacted and kicked his blood splattered face hard, putting him down for the count.

"Is he dead?" she asked when she saw no movement from his sprawled body.

"No," I replied, "but he'll have one hell of a headache when he comes to later. By the way, I'm Jack."

"I'm Tracy, Jack, and I am so glad you came along when you did. I sure picked up a bad one this time."

"I guess he thought he had found some free pussy, judging from what I heard. Are you going to be all right?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied, "Can I give you a ride somewhere?"

I accepted and as we drove out of the park in her Lexus, she asked if I minded stopping at her place for a drink to calm her nerves. "I wouldn't mind having a drink or two myself," I agreed with a smile. "Do you often have trouble with the men you pick up Tracy?" I asked as she mixed us each a double screwdriver.

"No, this is the first time in quite a while," she replied as she handed me a drink, "almost everyone at the bar I go to knows what I am. I usually pick up guys that just want to be sucked, sometimes more. They can be mean sometimes but rarely try to hurt me."

As I sipped my drink, she sat down on the sofa near me. We chatted about her choices in her life and when we were about half through with our second round she leaned forward to kiss me, placing her hand on my thigh as she did. I returned her kiss warmly as she melted into my arms and moaned softly. Her hand moved to the growing bulge in my pants while one of mine slid down to her