Some have their cars pulled right up to the line, and they sit on their hoods or their trunks after placing their bets. Drinks in one hand, joints in the other.
“I’m always ready, sweetheart.” I blow him a kiss. “I hear you like having your ass spanked. But what about accessories? Would you prefer rope or handcuffs? Maybe some zip ties? Oh, or a chain. Maybe a little whip action? I have it all.”
His hand tightens on the black steering wheel, and he shifts in his seat.
“Aww, don’t be ashamed, Jimmy. We all have our kinks,” I taunt.
He shakes his head. “You sadistic son of a bitch,” I hear him mutter.
“Racers, are you ready?”
Putting all jokes aside, I turn to look at the half-naked woman who stands before us. She has a green flag in her right hand. She parts her legs in her black heels. Leather straps run all the way up her calves to her thighs. She wears a black leather skirt that barely covers her pussy and a black lace bra. That’s it. She pushes her right hip out, lifting the flag and then bringing it down. I let off the clutch and shift into first. Then second. Then third. I pull away from him right off the bat. I’m the quickest off the start and the fastest all around. No one can beat me. I’m not even sure why they fucking try.
My car vibrates underneath me, the sound of the roaring engine filling the inside. I have the A/C turned off and the windows down, and the wind feels good on my sweaty shirt.
When I cross the finish line, I see people jumping up and down on either side of the lanes. They know to bet on me. I’ve never let them down. Looking in my rearview mirror, I see his lights behind me, and I laugh.
I begin to slow down and make the turn that they have mapped out with orange cones.
My car comes to a quick stop right off the tarmac. He finishes, then goes to the parking lot. Once out of his car, he heads toward me. He looks down to see my jeans still undone. I make no attempt to fix it because they’re about to come off anyway.
“How did that feel?” I ask. “Was it as good for you as it was for me, baby?”
He just shakes his head at me, shoving his sweaty hair back from his face.
“Next time, I’ll bring the lube. Don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” I joke.
He comes to a stop, tilting his head. “You gay, Grave?”
I smirk. “Homophobic, Jimmy? It’s 2020. Aren’t we past that?”
“I think you have a crush on me,” he mutters, disgust dripping off his words.
I smile at him and throw my arm over his shoulders, pulling him into my side. He stiffens. “I’ll fuck anything with a hole, sweetheart. Why don’t you get on your knees and open that mouth for me?” My free hand comes up and touches his lips.
“Fuck you, man!” he snaps and shoves me away. He digs into his pocket and tosses a wad of hundred-dollar bills at me.
“Aw, come on. Making it rain?” I ask, and he turns his back to me, walking away. “Don’t you wanna see what else I can do for a stack of hundreds?”
“Fuck you, man,” he shouts, flipping me the bird over his shoulder.
I laugh as I pick up the money from the ground.
“Grave!”
I spin around to see Lucy running toward me. Her legs wobble, like a baby fawn not knowing how to walk just yet as her heels take on the gravel, but I find it cute that she tries for me. I bend down and pick her up at the same time she jumps into my arms. Wrapping my arms around her, I spin us around.
“You won!” she says excitedly.
“Did you ever doubt me?” I ask with an arch of my brow.
She shakes her head. “Never! Now what does the king want from his queen?”
“Well, for starters, you can finish what you started before I had to run off.”
She jumps out of my arms, grabs my hands, and is yanking me back to my parked car.
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The smoke fills the small room reserved for high rollers. I sit at the blackjack table inside the Airport. The Mason brothers don’t actually own a hotel and casino like the Kings and I do. They’re more of an underground, off the books type of gambling ring. Due to Nevada laws, this is the