If you have driven a vehicle for any length of time, then at some point this has happened to you. A creature, big or small, darts out in your path and you have to make a decision; swerve, or turn it into roadkill.

If there is not enough time to avoid the creature you hear and feel the thud as your tires roll over the unfortunate entity. But, depending on your day, sometimes you purposely aim for it, finding pleasure in the act.

No matter the reason, roadkill happens. But what if ‘Roadkill’ also happens in other ways? Hmm...

When Van North walked into the LA nightclub, predatory females went nuts. They called out his name, waved, and smiled. The more aggressive ones blocked his path flashing their bodies in an attempt to interest him.

The newly-single actor had just been named the sexiest man alive by a popular celebrity magazine. Not that he needed any more publicity, he was already world famous.

Van didn’t crave the added notoriety, even though it did boast his already huge ego. He snaked his way through the adoring female maze. Finally, he arrived at the back table where his friends waited.

“Oh, my, god! Look who decided to show up! The world’s most sexy man!” exclaimed Vince in laughter. Vince was Van’s best friend since grade school. “We’re not worthy!” Vince called out as he bowed down with his arms.

“Fuck off,” Van laughed taking a seat beside Vince and punching his friend in the shoulder. “Did you see what I had to go through to get back here? It’s like every woman here is in heat!”

“And yet you never brought us, lowly peasants, any gifts!” Vince lamented. “Not a blonde, brunette, or redhead, not even a black or brown one! We have needs too, you bastard!”

Van shrugged his shoulders as he looked around the table at his closest circle of friends. These men kept him grounded.

Vince was his shadow, the guy who reminded him he was human when the air got too thin. He also looked after all the social media. Vince was on his third wife and probably would be divorced again by the end of the year.

Aaron was his movie double, doing stunts the producers wouldn’t let Van try. Aaron was a bisexual man with a penchant for any human being that liked anal.

Max was his agent and PR guy, and even though he took ten percent of everything Van made; Max was worth it. Max fucked anything that stayed still for five seconds, but his favorite was double-teaming a girl.

Lastly, there was Brock, a giant of a man, who acted as his bodyguard when needed. Brock liked to fuck young, barely legal girls with his monster black cock.

Many a night the guys shared the same woman or women, and for the past ten years, the five of them had been as close as brothers; maybe closer. It takes a certain type of man to be confident of his sexuality as his cock is rubbing against another man’s.

“I need some Roadkill!” Max enthused, “Come on Van snap your fingers for us!”

“Yeah, for sure!” echoed Brock, “but make ‘em young!”

The rest of the guys joined in, even Aaron, smacking the table with their fists and shouting ... Roadkill! Roadkill!

When Van looked around the club, smiling girls waved hoping to attract his attention. Young starlets were the best fuck, there was nothing they wouldn’t do to become famous. Over the years, Van did help a few girls get a small part in one of his movies, but after that, they were on their own. Roadkill only went so far, then they needed talent.

Looking around, Van picked out a table with three beautiful young girls. The looks of surprise on their faces meant he didn’t need to introduce himself. “Ladies, would be willing to join me and my friends? We are sort of celebrating.”

One of the girls played it cool, but the other two went insane. It was impossible to resist Van’s good looks, charm, dimples, and most importantly, his new title.

“Fuck, yeah!” hollered the outgoing redhead. “Lead the way, sexiest man alive!”

Introductions were made and Samantha sat on one side of Van, while Molly sat on the other side. Vince pulled the last girl, Eve, onto his lap and she giggled non-stop when he immediately snuck a hand under her loose dress.

Drinks flowed as the two groups got to know each other better. Molly was an aspiring actress with no credits to her name yet, Eve worked in a bank and still lived at home, and Samantha worked as a barista at Bean There.

After several strong drinks, Molly, the redhead, turned into a foul-mouthed drunk. When Van couldn’t take her wandering hands or her high-pitched nasal voice any longer, he whispered in her ear. Without hesitation, Molly ducked down into Max’s lap to give him a blowjob. In turn, Max gave Van a wink.

“I love Roadkill!” he shouted out pushing Molly’s head down.

Eve had been making the rounds sitting on each man’s lap and enjoying intimate moments with each guy. Somewhere along the way, she lost her panties, and her red thong was draped over a beer bottle in the middle of the table. Everyone laughed when Brock brought Eve to a screaming orgasm with his fat fingers.

Samantha was the odd duck in the female posse. She nursed one drink and seemed out of place from the other two girls. Van tried his best to find out more about her, but she was too shy and reserved.

Looking around Van spotted the club owner and waved him over. Van whispered into his ear and the Latino owner slipped a key into Van’s hand.

“Would you like to take a walk with me?” Van asked Samantha. She nodded her head and stood up with him. The rest of the guys knew exactly where Van was going and gave a loud cheer. Molly tried to see what the excitement was about, but Max was close to coming.

“Keep sucking, bitch, I’m close!”

The key opened a door leading to a private back suite, complete with a full kitchen and two bedrooms. Van let Samantha enter first then locked the door behind them.

Samantha turned and gave Van a strange look. “Should I be afraid?”

“Only if that’s your thing,” he said nonchalantly. “I just need some quiet time for a bit. You want another drink?”

When she shook her head no, Van walked over to the full bar and poured himself a tall whiskey. He carried his drink over to the patio door and stepped out into the cool night air. The twinkling city lights drew his attention for several minutes. Samantha eventually joined him and stood at his side.

“I hate this fucking city,” Van said loudly and meaning every word. “Everyone wants a piece of my soul.”

“I don’t,” Samantha said softly.

Van almost didn’t hear her. The sound of sirens filled the air and he watched a firetruck race down the street below him. The flashing lights and siren made him think of his brother, Ryan, who was a firefighter in Seattle. When news of being chosen as this year’s sexiest man alive hit the internet, Ryan was among the first to congratulate him.

He casually put an arm around Samantha, drawing her to his body. She was taller than his five-foot-seven, and although she didn’t fight, Van could tell she wasn’t comfortable.

“I don’t rape girls,” he said to put her at ease. “But I would like to fuck you. The choice is yours.”

Samantha knew Molly would give anything to trade places with her. The truth was, she had only been with one guy back in high school, two years ago. Van had probably fucked hundreds of girls who knew what they were doing. Her lack of confidence threatened to swallow her tongue. Van North just said he wanted to have sex with her!

Sam fell into the deep abyss of Van’s brilliant blue eyes. She tried to imagine the viral world he lived in where every single moment was captured by the paparazzi. In this age of advanced technology, she knew his popularity was as fleeting as the next movie flop. The pressure to remain on top must be intense.

The tabloids said Kate Kelce broke Van’s heart. In her quest to compete in the film business, she slept around with producers, directors, and other actors. Inevitably, she got caught. The tabloid story said Van called her the love of his life. But now she was old news.

Samantha realized she was nothing but a convenient opening for Van to put his cock in. Still, she couldn’t say no; not to Van North, the sexiest man alive!

“Okay,” Samantha softly said. “I would like to make love with you.”

The sincerity in her voice sliced through his jaded heart. When was the last time a girl said she wanted to make love, not fuck, but make love? This reserved, unassuming girl was so different than the parasites in this godforsaken city. For a moment she left him speechless.