Bitsy Logan let her long hair fly in the wind, as she drove to the Barton Road Test Track to see the new formula racer she had been hired to drive. Bitsy's long golden hair was her one concession to her femininity. The curvy little blonde knew that short hair would be much easier to handle but she had promised her father never to cut it. He said it reminded him of her mother's hair, falling loose and wavy, like a shining golden curtain down her back. An album of faded photographs was all that Bitsy had to remind her of her mother. Mrs. Logan had died when Bitsy and her twin brother were only three.
Bitsy was so tired that every bone in her body ached. There had been the going away party the guys at the local racetrack had thrown last night and then the four hour plane ride this morning. The exhausted girl was ready to drop as she negotiated the sharp turn at the off-ramp and followed the signs to the Barton Track. Any other driver might have gone to the hotel first, to catch a quick shower and a little shut-eye. Bitsy Logan wasn't just any other driver. She knew she'd never get any sleep before she saw the new TX-7.
Bitsy flashed her pass at the guard at the gate. She felt like giggling as she saw his eyes widen. Mr. Barton had given her the pass last week when she had signed the contract. The guard obviously had never expected a woman. to flash the coveted driver's pass.
"I'll call ahead to let them know you're on your way," the guard said, hastily returning the pass and jotting the entry in his log book. "Somebody'll meet you at that big white building down there."
Bitsy put the rented car into gear and drove off quickly, leaving the guard staring after her in astonishment. She always received this same astonished reaction when people found out she was a race car driver. Sometimes it made her angry, but most of the time it amused her. Bitsy was used to astonished looks. She'd gotten them all her life.
A man in red coveralls came rushing out of the building the moment Bitsy pulled up. There was a big smile on his face as he opened the car door and stared at her.
"Glad to meet you, Miss Logan," he said, helping her out of the car. "I'm Jeff Rhodes, the chief mechanic. Somebody would have met you at the gate but Mr. Barton didn't expect you until tomorrow. He thought you'd want to rest up after your trip out here."
Something about the tall sandy-haired mechanic's friendly smile made Bitsy relax instantly. At least he wasn't acting astonished because she was a woman. She gave him a smile in return and pushed the hair back from her face.
"If we're going to work together, you'd better start calling me Bitsy," she said warmly. "If you call me Miss Logan, I probably won't even hear you."
"Bitsy, hmmmmm?" Jeff repeated, looking thoughtfully. "That must be short for Elizabeth .. . right?"
"Almost," Bitsy laughed. "It's short for Bettina. I've been called Bitsy ever since I can remember."
Bitsy noticed the uneasy silence as she entered the building. The crew had undoubtedly been told to watch their language. It was unusual to have a woman visit this all-male domain and Bitsy smiled as Jeff introduced her to the men, one by one. Bitsy knew that she'd have to make her position very clear, right from the start. An up-tight pit crew would seriously hamper her chances for winning the race.
"You look like a good crew," Bitsy grinned, tossing her hair back with a little flip of her head. "But let's get one thing straight from the beginning. It's going to put all of us under a strain if you keep on being so damn polite. I don't need any special treatment. I'm a driver first and a woman second. I've been hanging around garages since I was four years old and there isn't a swear word in the world I haven't heard. You guys treat me like a member of the team, and that's all I ask. Just don't treat me like a lady or I'll have to prove I can out-swear and out-drink any guy here."
There was a stunned silence as Bitsy finished her little prepared speech, and then the crew started to smile. "Hey .. . you're all right, Miss Logan!" a short dark-haired man said. Then he grinned even wider as she raised her eyebrows at him. "Uh ... I mean, you're all right, Bitsy!" he chuckled. "Do you want to see the results of the tests we put her through this morning?"
Bitsy nodded and went over the printed sheets. The TX-7 had been through a whole battery of tests in the past week and it looked good. Vibration level was lower than expected, the wind tunnel test looked fine and the speedy little car had come through the dynamometer tests with flying colors. The only test that hadn't been done was the actual road test and that was scheduled for tomorrow morning. Bitsy would do that herself, getting the feel of the car and testing the way it accelerated and cornered under a variety of conditions.
"Now let me take a peek at the car that's going to come in first on Sunday," Bitsy ordered, handing the test results back to Arnie, the dark-haired mechanic. "I didn't come all the way out here just to see the test results."
The crew looked as if they'd just held up their first-born baby for inspection when the tarp was removed from the TX-7. Bitsy was more impressed than she let on as she stared at the gleaming sleek lines of the fiber glass body. She was beautiful, but could she get out and move? Bitsy could hardly wait to find out when she took the TX-7 out on the track tomorrow. Mr. Barton must think the TX-7 had a good chance of winning or he would have waited to enter her in a less-important race. The West Coast Grand Prix was an important race and the competition would be fierce.
"Beautiful!" Bitsy breathed, her eyes shining as she looked at the car. "But beauty's not enough. We'll see how she behaves when I take her through her paces tomorrow."
Bitsy's eyes widened as she stepped out into the sunlight and saw the sleek new convertible waiting for her. The rented car had disappeared.
"I had one of the boys bring this over for you," Jeff explained, running his hand over the flawless paint job. "Mr. Barton said to gas it up for you the moment you arrived. He had it run off the line especially for you."
"Fantastic!" Bitsy breathed, opening the door of the new convertible and taking a deep breath of the new-car smell that floated from the interior. "Look at that! He's got my name engraved on the dash. Mr. Barton didn't have to go to all this trouble."
"Mr. B. does everything in style," Jeff chuckled. "Including signing you to drive the TX-7. He's already cashed in on the publicity in the papers. Sales are up 30% at Barton Motors."
Bitsy felt a twinge of uneasiness as she drove the personalized convertible to the hotel. Now she was beginning to wonder why Mr. Barton had been so quick to sign her as his driver. Perhaps it wasn't her ability that had attracted him at all. It might be the fact that Barton Motors was proving how liberal they were with the upswing of the women's liberation movement. He might have hired her because she was a woman, not because she was a good driver.
"Damn!" Bitsy muttered, turning her expensive car over to the parking attendant. She'd never thought of that angle before. It made her even more determined to win the race and prove to Mr. Barton that a woman was capable of driving just as well as a man. She didn't like the idea that he might be cashing in on her femininity. She'd have to find out if Jeff Rhodes had kept any of those newspaper articles. It would be interesting to read what Mr. Barton had said about her.
Bitsy stood under the shower for a full ten minutes before she felt presentable. Then she slipped on a robe and stretched out on the enormous bed. She was tired but her mind was whirling a million miles a second. She thought of Jeff Rhodes again and a pleasant warmth stole over her body. She was going to get along with her chief mechanic just fine. Bitsy hoped that they could become good friends but she'd learned to be very careful around men. Men could act like good buddies and then something usually happened to spoil everything. Bitsy wasn't going to let that something happen with Jeff. If he tried to act like anything other than a good friend, she'd knock his head off!
Bitsy grinned to herself and snuggled down in smooth, fluffy comfort of her pillows. She didn't think she'd have any trouble with Jeff. He seemed awfully nice and men usually learned, after only one mistake, not to fool around with her. There had been only one exception to Bitsy's rule of hands-off. And she had learned a lot from that painful experience. Bitsy began to burn inside, just thinking about the time when Nick Edmonds had dated her ...
CHAPTER TWO
By the time Bitsy was seven, she knew what she wanted to be when she grew up. When she graduated from high school, she still hadn't changed her mind. For a girl who'd grown up without a mother's influence, it was natural for Bitsy to be fascinated by her father's garage. She developed an interest in cars right along with her twin brother, Brian.
When the high school boys drove into the garage to tinker with their cars, they always found Bitsy there, dressed in grease-stained coveralls and looking like one of the mechanics. At first the boys ignored her but after they'd seen what she could do with an engine, they accepted her with a grudging respect. She was the Logan Kid, and no one seemed to notice that there was a cute, curvy little figure under her loose coveralls... no one except Nick Edmonds.
Nick raced at the Golden Circle, the track right outside of town. He always had a girl with him when he drove into the garage to check the work being done on his stock car.
"Well.. i how's Miss Hurst Golden Shifter today?" Nick asked, grinning at Bitsy. It was a muggy afternoon in late-June, and Bitsy was working on her brother's car. He was going to drive it in the race on the 4th of July.
"Who ... me?" Bitsy asked, looking up from her work and wiping her hands on the sides of her coveralls. She frowned slightly as she realized that Nick was alone this afternoon. He must have dropped the red-haired nightclub singer he'd been running around with for the last few weeks.
Nick reached out and flipped Bitsy's cap off her head. Then he grinned even wider as her long golden hair tumbled down.
"I'll be damned! There is a girl under there!" he teased. "You wouldn't be half bad looking if you'd scrub the grease off your face and wear something besides those coveralls."
Bitsy felt a blush rise to her cheeks. None of the other guys had ever talked to her this way.
"You can't have it both ways," Bitsy retorted, feeling a funny trembling feeling in her tummy. "Did you come in to watch the combustion checks on your car? Or did you come in to ask for a date?"
Nick raised one eyebrow and grinned. "A date, hmmmmm?" he mused. "That's not a bad idea. If you can get number 28 running by next week, I'll take you to the party at the track. Just don't wear those damn coveralls."
Bitsy looked down at the concrete floor of the garage. She hadn't meant to hint around but a date with Nick Edmonds was nothing for a girl to turn down in a hurry. He was the top driver at the Golden Circle and he never dated a girl who wasn't gorgeous. If she had a date, it would make her father happy. He was always worrying about whether he should send her away to her Aunt Mary's in Boston so she could learn how to be a lady.
"You're on," Bitsy grinned, sticking out her hand to seal the bargain. She gave a little gasp of surprise as Nick grabbed her hand and pulled her forward so that she lost her balance and fell against him.
Bitsy wasn't expecting to be kissed. She was so shocked when Nick pressed his lips to hers, that she didn't even think to resist. This was a lot different than the fumbling kisses she'd exchanged with the neighborhood boys. Nick's lips were hard and his tongue moved against her mouth in a way that made her dizzy. Before Bitsy knew quite what was happening, she found herself kissing him back in the very same fiery way.
"Sure enough!" Nick grinned, setting her back on her feet again. "I didn't believe it when I heard there was a girl under that cap, but you just made a believer out of me, baby."
Bitsy stood there in a daze and watched Nick peel out of the parking lot. Then she shook her head and unconsciously licked her lips. No wonder Nick always had beautiful girls with him! If he could kiss like that, he could have any girl he wanted. Her lips were still glowing from the heat of his unexpected kiss.
Bitsy didn't realize that the fiery kiss Nick had given her would change the course of her life. It was a cinch that Nick would win the 4th of July race and then she'd be attending the party at the racetrack with the winner. Bitsy knew at least twenty other girls who'd give anything to go to the winner's party with Nick, yet he'd chosen her. The excited girl vowed she'd make sure that Nick's car was running perfectly by next week. It was real prestige being the winner's girl. Bitsy was in for another surprise before the big race. Brian and her father had decided to enter and the garage was a whirlwind of activity for the next two weeks. Bitsy was sure that her brother didn't have a ghost of a chance to win against Nick. Brian was a good driver but he didn't have the special brand of gutsy courage that makes a good race car driver. The race wasn't all that important to Brian.
The only reason he agreed to race was because of their father. Bitsy's father was a retired racer himself, and he'd dreamed of a family win in the big race ever since Brian was old enough to drive. He thought that Brian would follow in his footsteps but Brian was more interested in going to college and studying law.
"I wouldn't race at all, except I feel so damn guilty about leaving for college in the fall," Brian muttered, pulling off his helmet and smiling at Bitsy. "You know Dad's always wanted me to stay home and run the garage."
Bitsy shrugged slightly. "I know," she sympathized. "I'm the one who's always wanted to race, and he wants to ship me off to Boston to learn how to be a society lady. It's too bad I'm not you and you're not me. Then we'd both be happy."
It was the following afternoon when things started to happen. Bitsy was waiting for Brian to put on his gear so they could take a run around the track when she heard his yelp of pain. She raced through the garage and opened the door to their upstairs apartment. Brian was huddled at the bottom of the stairs, his face as white as a sheet. Fifteen minutes later their worst fears were confirmed. Brian's arm was broken in two places. There was no way he could drive in the race.
"Well just have to find another driver," Mr. Logan said, patting Brian awkwardly on the back. "Don't worry, son. We'll find someone."
Finding another driver was easier said than done. After one whole evening of telephone calls, Mr. Logan gave up in disgust. "Everyone who wants to drive has already entered," he sighed. "I guess we'll just have to forfeit the entry fee and try again next year."
Bitsy's eyes began to glow. Why couldn't she drive? There weren't any rules specifically stating that women couldn't enter the race. The fee was already paid. The car would just sit in the garage if someone didn't drive it. She was every bit as qualified as Brian, perhaps even more so. She could win, too. Bitsy knew that she could win. She'd been watching the races for the last ten years and she knew every technique there was. And if she won this race, her father might reconsider and let her stay here instead of sending her off to Aunt Mary's.
"I'll drive!" Bitsy grinned, throwing her arms around her father's neck and hugging him tightly. "There's no rule that says a woman can't enter. Come on, Dad ... let me try it just once, please?"
"Don't be silly, Bitsy," Mr. Logan said. "You can't drive in that race. It's too dangerous. Besides ... it's not right for a girl to compete with men."
Brian's eyes narrowed as he looked back and forth between his father and Bitsy. He could see that Bitsy really wanted a chance to drive. There really wasn't any reason why she couldn't. She was a hell of a lot better than he was.
"It's not dangerous if you know what you're doing," Bitsy argued. "And that idea of women not competing against men is just old-fashioned. Women are in a lot of competitive sports now. I'll make a bargain with you, Dad. If I don't win the race for you, I'll go off to Aunt Mary's in the fall. I won't argue about it or anything. But if I win... you have to let me stay here at the garage."
"That sounds good to me, Dad," Brian grinned. "You're not going to refuse a bet like that, are you? Bitsy's a good driver. She won't get hurt or anything if she races just this once. Then, if she doesn't win, you won't have to argue with her about going to Aunt Mary's. That sounds like a good deal to me."
"Well..." Mr. Logan said, starting to grin. "It sure would shake them up down at the track if my little girl beat the pants off all those other drivers. I'll tell you what, Bitsy . .. I'll let you race this once, and then I don't want to hear another word about going to Boston. If you lose, you go, and that's that."
The night before the race, Nick called. "Don't tell me I'm going to have to take another girl to the party," he teased. "By the time you get through swallowing all that dust I'm going to kick up in your face, you won't be able to go anywhere."
"I'll be ready for that party at eight," Bitsy giggled. "And I won't have any dust on my face either. You don't get dust in your face when you're out in front and that's where I'm going to be!"
Nick chuckled in amusement. Racing against Bitsy was going to be like shooting sitting ducks. It would be sort of fun, though, just as long as she didn't think he was going to let her win.
"You're not going to get any advantage, just because you're a girl," Nick warned. "When I race, I intend to win. Just don't count on any favors from me."
"Don't count on any favors from me, either," Bitsy retorted. "If you win that race, it's going to be fair and square. And if I win, it's going to be fair and square too. Is that a deal?"
"That's a deal," Nick chuckled. "I'll pick you up at eight."
Nick wasn't figuring on any competition from Bitsy. He figured that it might be fun consoling her when she came in last place, though. He even waved at her when they were lining up for the beginning of the race. There wasn't any mercy in Nick's crowding action on the second turn, when he eased in front of Bitsy and took the lead. He figured that he had the race sewed up tight until he started on the final lap and saw Bitsy's red number 98 right behind him.
"Oh, shit!" Nick groaned, skidding around the turn and jockeying for position on the straightaway. She was still coming up fast. He hadn't counted on Bitsy being this good. He couldn't let a girl beat him. He'd never live it down, especially since everyone knew that he was taking her to the party tonight. Nick had never figured that Bitsy would even be in the running and here she was, hanging on his bumper like a leech.
They came around the final turn abreast and now Nick was really getting worried. He had the inside, which was a big advantage, but Bitsy put on a burst of speed and bumped him against the rail. It was a gutsy, dangerous trick, but it worked. Before Nick got control back, she was pulling ahead and he was a second behind her as she flashed across the finish line.
Nick was so mad he didn't even get out of the car to congratulate her. The way she'd squeezed him, coming out of the final turn, could have caused them both to spin out and end up blocking the whole damn track. Nick didn't stop think about how he would have felt if another guy had squeezed him out like that. Then he would have figured it was just the breaks. Getting bumped out by a girl was something else. If there were some way of getting out of that party tonight, he'd do it, but everyone would figure he was a sore loser if he didn't bring her. He'd have to grin and bear it, but he didn't have to like it one bit. Girls shouldn't be in racing anyway. They were too emotional and they did stupid, dangerous things. That was Bitsy's trouble. She was trying to act like a man in a man's sport and it was about time somebody taught her to act like a woman.
By the time Nick drove up to get Bitsy, he had decided what to do. He'd lost a lot of face with the guys by losing the race to Bitsy. He'd just have to have a nice long talk with her after the party and explain to her how women were supposed to behave. Maybe he'd even do more than explain, if Bitsy looked good to him tonight. He might have to show her how women were supposed to act.
"Hi, Nick!" Bitsy giggled, climbing into his car. "See? I don't have any dust on my face."
"Yeah," Nick agreed, taking a long, appraising look at her. "You sure don't!"
"Hey... I hope you're not mad at me or anything," Bitsy said, blushing a little. "I... I guess I just got lucky, huh?"
"Yeah," Nick replied, grinning at her. He was beginning to feel a little better now that he'd gotten a good look at Bitsy dressed like a woman ought to be dressed. She looked great! She just had some crazy idea in her head about racing, that was all. Once she found out how much fun she could have being a woman, she'd forget all about competing with him on the race track. He'd give her a little good loving tonight after the party and then she'd come around just fine. She'd probably want to quit racing so she could watch him in the stands. She was just a mixed-up kid but he'd fix that up in a hurry. Once a girl like Bitsy got a little good fucking, she'd be perfectly content to leave the men's sports to the men.
The more Nick thought about it, the better his idea seemed. He grinned all through the party and took his ribbing good-naturedly. The guys would stop ribbing him the minute they found out that he'd tamed Bitsy Logan down in the best way a man can tame down a wild woman. After Bitsy got a good taste of fucking, she'd settle right down like any other woman. And Nick was sure that taming Bitsy Logan was going to be a hell of a lot of fun. She was sure asking for it in that tight red dress. He could see her nipples punching right out against the red satin. Bitsy was looking like a woman tonight and in just a little while, he'd make sure she was acting like a woman too.
"Oooooooh, that was fun!" Bitsy giggled, as she climbed into the car. "I just wish the party hadn't ended so soon."
"It doesn't have to be over," Nick said quickly. "We'll run over to my place and I'll show you my trophies and stuff. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Sure," Bitsy breathed, snuggling down in the seat. She didn't have the slightest premonition of what was going to happen once she got to Nick's apartment. She never dreamed that he wasn't taking her there to look at his trophies. Even though Bitsy had been hanging around boys all her life, she didn't dream that Nick was using one of his famous lines on her. It just never entered her head not to trust Nick. She still regarded this date as a bet she'd collected. She'd gotten his car running and he'd taken her to the party. That was all there was to it.
Bitsy felt her head whirl around a little as she walked along the path to Nick's apartment. All the apartments looked out onto a garden in the center of the complex and Bitsy knew that the rents were high in this part of town. She'd never been to a place as nice as this, and her eyes widened as Nick unlocked his door and flicked on the lights. It was beautiful! All Nick's furniture looked expensive and new when she compared it with the sagging chairs and sofa in her own living room.
"How about a little toast to the winner?" Nick asked, bringing out a bottle and two glasses. He'd seen Bitsy stumble a little on the garden path and he was sure that she wasn't used to drinking. He'd made certain that the drinks she had at the party were doubles, and now, with a couple more belts, she ought to agree with anything he suggested. If she didn't agree, there were other ways of persuading her. Bitsy wasn't used to men, and that was an advantage. He'd sweep her right off her feet if he got her drunk enough. And the way she was smiling, lopsidedly, that shouldn't be any problem at all.
"I... I don't know if I should have any more to drink," Bitsy protested, shaking her head as Nick handed her the glass. "I'm not used to it and I might pass out or something embarrassing like that."
"No problem," Nick urged. "If you get bombed I'll just bundle you in the car and take you home. Your father can't get too mad if you get a little bombed tonight. After all, you deserve it. A driver's got to celebrate for winning a race."
"That's right," Bitsy giggled. "I haven't celebrated enough yet. Winning that race got me off the hook with Dad. Now he's going to let me stay home instead of shipping me off to my Aunt's in Boston. I'd rather work at the garage but Dad thinks I should go to Boston and go to some silly girl's college. You know the kind of place... a school where the girls have to wear dresses and high heels every day. I think Dad has got the wrong idea. He wants to turn me into a lady."
"What's wrong with being a lady?" Nick asked, grinning at her. "Acting like a woman has a few advantages. You might find out it's fun."
"What advantages?" Bitsy giggled. "I can't think of one single advantage in being a woman!"
"I'll show you one," Nick grinned, reaching over the taking the drink out of her hand. "Come here."
The minute Nick started kissing her again, Bitsy felt that familiar tingle. It was the same tingle that had left her red-faced and breathless that day in the garage. The room started to spin around and then she was returning Nick's kiss, moving her tongue against his just the way that he was doing. She felt her breasts mash up against his chest, and her nipples hardened and punched out, like little heated cherries. She'd never dreamed that something could feel this delicious. It was better than anything she'd ever felt before.
"And here's another advantage of being a woman," Nick groaned, his fingers squeezing around her ripe, full breasts. Bitsy opened her mouth to protest, but his lips were pressing against hers again and she just couldn't pull away. This felt too wonderful to stop right away. Lots of girls let men touch them like this. It might be just a little wicked, but only a little. She'd stop him if he tried anything worse. She certainly didn't want word to get around that Bitsy Logan put out!
Just as Bitsy was about to squirm away from Nick's arms, he released her of his own accord. She looked up at him in astonishment, wishing that the moment had lasted just a little longer. Perhaps he hadn't liked kissing her and touching her hard little nipples. Maybe the other girls he dated did it better than she did.
"Drink up, kiddo," Nick grinned. "I'll mix you another drink and then we'll head out. I don't want to get you home too late. You're just a kid."
Nick grinned at Bitsy's irate expression. Calling her a kid had been a burst of inspiration. Now she'd have to prove that she wasn't a kid and that would be a step in the right direction. Bitsy was going to turn into a woman tonight, but he wasn't going to force her into it unless he had to. Nick figured that he could have Bitsy begging for it, if he played his cards just right. For a girl her age, she was awfully innocent. That was what happened to girls who hung around being buddies. Nick was willing to bet that not a single guy who came into the garage had ever bothered to make a pass at Bitsy. That was their tough luck and his good luck.
They didn't know what they were missing. Bitsy was a real doll when she took off that pair of greasy coveralls and looked like a woman. Nick could hardly wait to see what happened when she took off her dress and he got to see her as a total woman. He was willing to stake a bundle on her being an absolute knockout.
Bitsy's eyes were still flashing fire. She'd never been so humiliated in her life. After that kiss and everything, Nick was calling her a kid! She'd show him who was a kid and who wasn't!
"Make my drink a double this time," Bitsy said, staring at him icily. "And for your information, Mr. Edmonds, I don't have a curfew like some snotty-nosed kid! I can stay out all night, if I want to, but I can't imagine spending all that time with a guy who thinks I'm just a kid!"
Nick turned his back to mix her a drink and he let a big grin flash across his face. She was a regular little wild-cat when she got mad. Those big blue eyes flashed pure fire.
"Well. . . maybe I was wrong about you being a kid," he said slowly, handing Bitsy a fresh drink. "You sure don't know how to act on a date, though. Maybe I'm just used to girls that are a little wilder."
Bitsy blushed heatedly. "I happen to have been out on plenty of dates!" she lied. "And I've never had any complaints about not being wild enough. Maybe you just don't turn me on . . . did you ever think about that, Mr. Smart Ass?"
"Come on, Bitsy... let's not argue," Nick grinned. "You're pretty when you're mad, but you're even prettier when you smile."
Bitsy started to smile, then, just because she couldn't help it. Nick had her completely confused. First he said she was just a kid, and then he turned right around and told her she looked pretty. She was getting thrown completely off balance tonight, and the drinks weren't helping her confusion one bit. Her head was whirling around in dizzy circles, and now Bitsy wished that she hadn't gulped that last drink so greedily. It really would prove she was only a kid if she passed out right here on Nick's couch.
Before Bitsy quite knew what was happening, Nick was kissing her again. This time his hands moved even quicker and the confused, slightly-drunken girl felt her nipples blossom under Nick's hand. She knew that she should pull away but she didn't want to act like a kid again. She wasn't quite sure how far to let things go before she stopped Nick, but she knew that she didn't want to stop him yet. His fingers felt wonderful stroking over her plump heated nipples, and a great curiosity began to grow in Bitsy's shivering body. She wanted to know exactly what Nick did with those wild girls he dated.
"Mmmmmmm," Bitsy gasped, as Nick's fingers began to fumble with the back of her zipper. He acted as if unzipping a girl's dress was something he did all the time. Maybe it was ... perhaps she was acting like a kid for not letting him go just a little bit farther. It wouldn't hurt to find out what Nick found so fascinating about wild girls. She could be a wild girl for just a little while and then she could stop him. It would be fun to find out exactly what wild girls did.
"Ooooooooh!" Bitsy gasped, as Nick's swift fingers found the clasp of her brassiere. Her breasts tumbled out like ripe, sun-warmed melons, and the sensation was utterly delicious as Nick's fingers smoothed over her bare skin. He was stroking now, climbing up the shivering slopes of her warm, white breasts and squeezing her hard, full nipples. Bitsy had never felt anything this exciting before.
As Nick's head bent down, and his lips traveled over her creamy breasts, Bitsy began to wonder if there wasn't an advantage in being a woman after all. She'd always thought that men got all the breaks. They were the ones to do exciting things like drive race cars and run around partying until all hours of the night. She'd always thought that girls were supposed to stay at home and cook and do needle-work or something like that. Now Bitsy was beginning to get an entirely different idea of what women did. Maybe some girls sat home and knitted sweaters, but the wild girls Nick had been talking about certainly didn't! Of course those girls got talked about, but it was worth it. It might be very exciting to be a wild girl for a little while. She could always turn back into a good girl if things got a little too exciting.
"Oooooooh, yes!" Bitsy breathed, thrusting her breasts forward so that her nipples rubbed against Nick's burning lips. This was a lot more fun than sitting home and knitting. It was even better when Nick opened his lips and sucked one hard, nearly-bursting nipple inside, teasing it lightly with his tongue and rolling it with his lips. This was even more fun than winning the race. Why hadn't she ever thought to try this before? There were definite advantages in being a woman that Bitsy had never even thought of before.
Nick permitted himself one quick grin of triumph and then he concentrated on driving Bitsy crazy with his teeth and lips and tongue. All the while, he was carefully inching her dress down, sliding it over her hips until all he had to do was pick her up and it would slide right off. Then he lifted her up in his arms and watched the red dress fall to the rug like a sheet of flame.
"Wh ... wh ... what are you doing Bitsy gasped, trying to stop her head from whirling. "Nick ... I think I'd better, oooooooooh!"
Nick stopped the dazed girl's protests very effectively by kissing her again. Then he walked across the room and into the bedroom, his lips sealing any argument Bitsy might have given hint. This was going to be a hell of a lot of fun. There was no way that Nick was going to stop now. Bitsy might just as well relax and enjoy it. This little curvaceous tomboy needed to learn how to behave around men, and he was just the guy to teach her. She was going to forget all about racing with the men by the time he finished his sexy little lesson.
Bitsy's head was swimming around in dizzy circles. She knew that Nick was walking, and she blinked in surprise when he kicked open the bedroom door. He shouldn't be taking her in here . . . and what had happened to her dress?
Before Bitsy had time to really think about it, Nick was pulling off the rest of her clothes. Finally she was completely nude and the startled, dazed girl tried to sit up. She had to stop this right now! She'd been feeling so wonderful with Nick's mouth on her nipples that she hadn't realized everything was happening so fast. Bitsy might have been inexperienced but she wasn't that innocent. She'd heard plenty of talk about the guys who got girls in their bedrooms. There was only one way something like this ended and Bitsy knew she'd better pull herself together and stop Nick.
"Nick!" Bitsy gasped, struggling to a sitting position. "I have to go home right now!"
"Sure, honey . . . " Nick grinned, unbuckling his pants. "In just a minute. First there's something I have to show you... something you're really going to love."
Bitsy began to shudder as she heard the tone in Nick's low voice. He'd never sounded like this before. Now all the teasing sound was gone, and he sounded awfully determined. She had to get out of here right away!
Nick dropped his clothes on the floor and grinned as Bitsy's eyes lowered to his waist. He saw the color come into her face, and she seemed to stop breathing as she stared at his stiff, protruding cock. Nick figured that the sight of his big prick would knock her for a loop. He could tell that she was fascinated and frightened, both at the same time.
Bitsy's eyes dropped open. Even though she'd overheard a lot of raunchy conversation at the garage, she'd never imagined that a man's cock was so big! She knew that she should make a run for the door right now while she still had the chance, but somehow, she couldn't seem to move. The sight of Nick's huge, red cock held her completely spellbound. She was hypnotized like a deer in a spotlight. Even though she urged her body to run, she couldn't move a single muscle.
"I... I... don't!" Bitsy whispered, her eyes widening as Nick began to move toward her. "Nick .. . please! You . . . you can't!"
"Somebody's got to teach you the facts of life, baby," Nick grinned, feeling his cock jerk under Bitsy's fascinated gaze. "You don't have to go to Boston to learn how to be a lady. I can take care of that right now."
"A lady!" Bitsy gasped, her face turning white. "You. .. you don't want me to be a lady. You want me to be a WHORE!"
"It's all the same thing, baby," Nick grinned, reaching for her hand. "A lady turns into a whore soon enough, the minute she gets her first taste of a man's cock. You want to touch it, don't you? I can see it in your eyes."
"No!" Bitsy gasped, her voice shaking. "No! I... I don't want to touch it!"
Even as the words left her shaking lips, Bitsy knew that she was lying. She did want to touch it. Nick was right. She wanted to feel how hard and big it was. She wanted to touch Nick's cock more than she'd ever wanted to do anything. She wanted to, but she didn't dare. She had to run right now, before things got even worse. She had to get out of here before something awful happened.
"Touch it!" Nick urged, grinning in triumph. He grabbed Bitsy's trembling hand and pulled her forward, wrapping her finger right around the shaking width of his hard, hot prick. "Touch it all over ... I know you want to."
"No!" Bitsy whispered, trying to pull her hand away for a brief moment. Then she felt the heated hardness of Nick's prick and she couldn't help herself. She had to explore that mysterious, pulsing rod of flesh with her fingertips. The sight of his huge, hard cock drove all thought of resistance from her mind.
"Up and down, baby . .. that's right," Nick grinned, noticing the flash of color that flooded to Bitsy's white face. "Feel how hot and hard it is? You made it that way. Now you're going to have to take care of it."
Nick's words didn't even register in Bitsy's consciousness. All she could think about was the way that Nick's enormous prick jerked under her stroking fingers. A glowing warmth began to spread through her trembling body, and her mind whirled around and around in ever-widening circles. It was so hot.. . and so huge! She'd never imagined that it would be this big. After her first tentative touch, she was caught up in a tide of curious fascination. She had to touch it just a little longer. Then she'd insist that Nick take her home. But first she had to touch every inch of his heavy, jerking prick. She had to feel it slide between her fingers and heat her whole body with its flaming hardness.
Nick knew that he had her now, and the triumph was very sweet indeed. It was going to get even sweeter when his cock was in her tight little pussy chute. There was no doubt about it now. Even if Bitsy recovered enough to resist, he wasn't going to pay any attention to her protests. She'd be glad once he'd actually fucked her. Nick had never met a girl who wasn't grateful for the stiff, searing lunges of his hard cock. Bitsy would be no exception. And she was a virgin to boot. That was even more exciting. He could break her in just the way he wanted her, and then she'd forget all about trying to act like a buddy. Her father really had the wrong idea. Sending Bitsy to Boston wasn't going to turn her into a woman. He could do it very easily in just a few minutes by fucking the hell out of her. Her father wouldn't know what happened, but he'd be plenty surprised to see his daughter tomorrow morning. She wouldn't be interested in doing men's things, when Nick was through with her. She'd just be interested in pleasing a man . .. one man .. . him!
At first Bitsy had been reluctant about touching Nick's huge cock, but now her fingers were learning just what to do. She couldn't help the little sigh of satisfaction that escaped her trembling lips as she heard Nick groan in pleasure. So he thought she was just a dumb kid, hmmmmm? He certainly couldn't accuse her of being a kid if she was making him groan this way. She must be touching his cock just as well as those wild girls he dated, to make him groan this way.
"Slide your fingers up and down and squeeze," Nick gasped, grinning widely. "Maybe I might change my mind about you, baby. You might not be a kid after all."
That did it. Bitsy didn't exactly know what Nick meant but she was still burning about being called a kid. If this was all it took to make him think she was grown up, it was easy. She just listened to the way he groaned and panted, and did the things that seemed to make him react the most. He seemed to love it when she squeezed his hot, hard prick in her fingers and shook it up and down, so Bitsy did it over and over. She was intent on proving that she wasn't a kid any longer. He'd have to admit that she was every bit as grown-up and exciting as those other girls he dated, if she made him groan really hard.
Nick was absolutely amazed at the transformation in Bitsy. She wasn't acting scared any longer. She wasn't sure what had happened to change her mind, but he didn't care. That chance remark about getting her home early because she was still a kid must have been a stroke of pure genius.
Nick reached out for Bitsy's quivering breasts and grinned as he heard her sigh. She was really confused now, and that was just how he wanted her. If he could keep her sighing in pleasure like this, there wouldn't be any problem at all. All he had to do was tell her that he was changing his mind about her being a kid, and she'd go right along with everything he suggested. This was a hell of a lot easier than Nick had thought it would be.
Bitsy felt her head swim with new, exciting sensations as Nick squeezed her plump, heated nipples. He was twisting them now, sending little currents of excitement through her trembling body. It was a little like she'd felt when he'd first kissed her, except it was even better. Now the currents of excitement were turning into sweeping waves of desire and she felt weak and dizzy. Something was happening to her and whatever it was, was awfully exciting. She couldn't seem to stop sighing as Nick's fingers squeezed her nipples, and a flood of warmth traveled all the way down her body and made her shake like a leaf in the wind.
"Ooooooooooh!" Bitsy sighed, letting her fingers slide over every inch of Nick's jerking cock.
Her nipples were swelling now, plumping up like they were ready to explode, and there was a delicious glow creeping over her whirling senses. She didn't even think to resist when Nick bent down and sucked her quivering nipples into her mouth again. Why should she complain about something that felt this wonderful?
"Ooooooooooh," Bitsy moaned again, squeezing Nick's hard cock even tighter. She'd never felt anything like this before. Nick was mouthing and chewing her nipples until she thought she was going to die of exquisite pleasure. If this was how Nick acted with his dates, no wonder they were wild girls! She was feeling wild too, and she could hardly wait to see what would happen next.
"Yeah ... I'm definitely changing my mind about you," Nick grinned, feeling his cock jerk again in Bitsy's tight grasping fingers. "You aren't such a kid after all. Maybe I ought to give you a real treat. What do you think, kid? Are you grown-up enough for a woman's kind of treat?"
"Yesssss," Bitsy moaned, sensing danger but jumping right in anyway. She couldn't help it. She wanted to find out what kind of treat Nick gave those gorgeous girls he dated. Of course she wouldn't let anything really happen. There was still time to get up and run if he tried anything drastic. She was beginning to enjoy tins brush with dangerous adult excitement. Sometimes you had to take a calculated risk to get what you wanted. Bitsy'd heard her father say that often enough, when it came to racing. The drunken girl was sure that the same thing applied to what she and Nick were doing right now. She could still back off if she got herself into a jam. And finding out what sort of a treat Nick meant, was worth the risk.
Bitsy felt Nick's hot fingers trail down her body, and she thought she'd pass right out from excitement. A little voice in the back of her head told her that she was playing with fire, but she refused to listen. She just had to find out what Nick had in mind.
"You're going to love this, baby," Nick grinned, reaching the fluffy mound of Bitsy's golden cunt and stroking her gently. He could feel her whole body quiver, and he knew that she wasn't going to resist too much. He could handle her resistance easily. All he had to do was get her to relax and enjoy it, and her natural passions would burst into flame. That shouldn't be hard at all.
"I...I...stop!" Bitsy gasped, her face turning crimson with shame. Nick's fingers were drawing closer and closer to her trembling pink cuntal slit and she knew that she should stop him now. This had gone far enough. She was really going to be in trouble if she let Nick think that she'd actually let him do anything he wanted to her.
"Come on, Bitsy ..." Nick grinned. "Relax and enjoy it, will you? I'm not going to rape you or anything. We're just going to have a little fun. Don't tell me a girl as pretty as you has never done anything like this before!"
Nick knew damn well Bitsy had never done anything like this before, but he figured he'd goad her into it. He could tell that she was getting ready to bolt for the door and he really didn't want to hurt her. Of course he wasn't planning on stopping at all, but she didn't have to know that yet. He'd get her to relax a little first and then it would be a hell of a lot easier to slam his big cock into that sweet little virgin pussy of hers. As long as she thought nothing was actually going to happen, she'd go along with him now. Nick didn't mind stretching the truth a little in a situation like this. She'd be willing enough when the time came. And if she wasn't. .. she'd enjoy the hell out of it once he got it in. Nick was used to dealing with reluctant virgins. You just teased them along and made them think you were going to stop, and once you got through their tight little cherries, they were glad you'd done it.
Bitsy drew a deep shuddering breath and bit her lips. How could she admit that she'd never let anyone see her naked before? How could she tell Nick that no guy had ever tried anything like this with her? Then he'd know that she was just a kid and he wouldn't want to bother with her. She'd never get to date him again if she didn't let him go just a little farther. And Bitsy wanted to date Nick again. She wanted to shock and surprise the guys at the garage when she ended up being Nick's girlfriend.
"I.. . I. .. just a little more and then I have to go home," Bitsy conceded. "But Nick ... I don't want you to really do anything. I've never... I mean ... I don't think it's right for a girl to ..."
Bitsy's voice trailed off in embarrassment. It seemed really stupid to tell Nick that she didn't want him to actually fuck her. It sounded silly and old fashioned, even to her. How could she tell him that she didn't want to be the kind of girl the guys in the garage joked about? It would sound stupid.
"Hey. .. relax, will you?" Nick grinned. "I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to do. How's that for a bargain? You can't get any fairer than that, right kid?"
"Uh. . . right," Bitsy gasped, quivering violently. "Just as long as we understand each other and ... oooooooh!"
Nick almost laughed right out loud as his fingers reached his goal. He felt her fingers tighten instinctively on his stiff, jerking prick and he groaned instead. His fingers slid into the moist, sweet groove of her pussy and he heard her startled squeal of surprise and he pressed down on the erect little button of her clitoris. She wouldn't give him any argument after a few moments of this.
"Ooooooh, Nick!" Bitsy squealed, jerking as if she'd been touched by a live wire. Suddenly she understood why all the girls wanted to go out with Nick. This was wild and exciting and heavenly. Sharp, exciting jolts of pleasure rushed through her quivering cuntal slit, and a creamy river of juice shot out of her tightly clenched cuntal mouth. The flashes of excitement got brighter and brighter until her whole body was glowing with passion. This might be wrong, but it was thrilling, all the same. And Nick had promised not to do anything she didn't want him to do. Bitsy was sure that she could control herself, even if his blinding excitement was the most exquisite pleasure she'd ever felt. She wouldn't let Nick do anything except this. Then she couldn't get into trouble.
"Aaaaaah!" Bitsy moaned, hearing the sound of her own quivering voice and blushing in shame. The heated cream rushed out of her spasming cuntal mouth and spread over her pink, delicate tissues like icing on a warm, pink cake. Now Nick's fingers were sliding all over her burning, shivering pussy groove, and she couldn't stop her exciting trembling as they headed right for the little fluttering opening of her virginal cuntal chute.
"Ooooooh, Nick!" Bitsy gasped, trying to find the words to stop Nick's swift movements. She really should stop him now. She didn't want him to ... but she did! She wanted Nick to shove his finger right up her heated, shaking channel. She wanted to try it just once, to see what it would feel like. Just one plunge of his finger and she'd be satisfied. There was a blazing need to know just what thrilling things could happen when he pushed his finger inside the virgin tunnel of her femininity.
Nick was having a little trouble with his hot, jerking cock. Bitsy's heated innocence was turning him on more than any other girl he ever had. He could seem to control his prick as he reached the fluttering little ring of her pussymouth and started to dip into the creamy pool of pussy honey inside. He didn't really want to scare Bitsy half to death, but he couldn't take this kind of excitement for much longer. He'd have to shove his prick in soon. He could feel the tight little barrier of her cherry and his cock was almost out of control now. It was time to do something about her virginity whether she was ready or not.
"Oooooh, Nick!" Bitsy squealed, feeling the electric thrills rush through her body like a current of heated joy. She'd never dreamed that anything could feel so wonderful. Her fluttering cuntal ring was squeezing around Nick's fingertip, and there was a heated sensation inside the virginal tunnel of her quivering innocent cunt. She wanted him to go on and drive his finger deeply into that untouched secret place, but she really had to stop him now. It just wasn't right.
"Nick!" Bitsy screamed, grabbing for his hand and jerking it back with a burst of fierce strength. "That. .. that's enough! Please!"
"Sure," Nick grinned. He'd been planning on pulling his finger out anyway. Now it was time for some real action and he was ready, whether Bitsy was or not. There was no stopping him now. His cock was going to bust right through her tight little cherry and then she wouldn't be asking him to stop anymore. Then she'd be begging for him to fuck her, just like a real woman. Bitsy was going to act like a woman tonight, whether she wanted to or not.
"Nooooo! Nick!" Bitsy screamed, staring at his grinning face. There was something different about his grin now. It wasn't the nice, teasing grin that she knew so well. This was a mean grin ... an evil smile that told the frightened girl exactly how well Nick was going to keep his promise to stop. He wasn't going to listen to her at all. He was going to rape her and she just had to get out of here somehow!
"Nooooo!" Bitsy screamed again, staring at the huge spear of Nick's enormous cock. It looked even bigger and more menacing than it hd a second ago. It was throbbing and jerking threateningly, and Bitsy was sure that Nick was intending to kill her with his horrid, huge spear. He'd rip her apart if he tried to shove that monster inside her.
"Nooooo!" Bitsy gasped, as Nick's arms tightened and he slid her legs apart widely. Then his body hurtled down and he was pressing forward, sliding his hot, stiff cock up and down her creamy, trembling cuntal slit. He didn't even appear to have heard her screaming protests. Nick wasn't going to stop. He was going to rape her!
"Mmmmmm, you don't want me to stop, baby," Nick grinned, rubbing his cock a little harder. "You're so slippery, it's going to slide right in. I know what you want, kid, and I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to tame you right down into a sweet little woman. Then you won't try so hard to act like a man."
"Ooooooh, no!" Bitsy gasped, in a rush of insight. Now she knew what was in the back of Nick's awful mind. He was getting even with her for winning the race. He wanted to turn her into one of those simpering girls in the stands, the ones who almost died when a driver came over and kissed them. He was taming her down into a carbon copy of those silly girls by raping her into submission. He was trying to use her own passion as a weapon against her so that she'd fall into line and just become another one of his girls. He figured that if he fucked her and she liked it, she'd settle down like a silly, empty-headed girl, and stop competing with him on the racetrack. If Nick couldn't beat her on the racetrack, he was determined to beat her in the bedroom!
Just as soon as Bitsy realized what Nick was bound on accomplishing, she felt her mind begin to clear. She couldn't fight him physically. He was too strong for her. She didn't enjoy the idea of being fucked against her will, but this was only the first lap of the race she was eventually going to win against Nick. Of course she was still terrified as he rubbed his huge, hot cock up against her shivering cuntal slit, but she'd get through this night somehow and then Nick would have a surprise coming to him. She'd be damned if she'd drop out of racing! And she'd make this evening into a hollow victory for Nick. She'd figure out how to do that right after this awful moment was over.
Nick felt Bitsy's body tense and he grinned in triumph. She'd finally gotten the idea. She was waiting for him to plunge his thick cock into her virgin cunt, and he could hardly wait to do it. He was going to spend all this energy taming Bitsy Logan tonight, and tomorrow she'd be just as sweet as the rest of his girls. There'd be no more foolishness from Bitsy by the time he was through with her. He'd won ... he could tell it already.
"Oooooh, No!" Bitsy moaned, turning her face away from Nick's triumphant grin. She wished there were some way to stop her body from trembling this way, but she really was frightened. She knew Nick wasn't going to actually kill her with his huge, hot cock, but it felt like it. If only there were some way to stop the cream from rushing from her fluttering cuntal mouth! Bitsy was ashamed of her heated reactions to Nick's rubbing caresses, but she couldn't seem to stay as stiff and unyielding as a board, no matter how she tried. There was no way that she could control the trembling of her body as Nick's hot, heavy prick rubbed against the soaked smooth tissues of her cunt. Every time the head of it pressed against her thrusting clitoris, her pussymouth creamed heatedly and another river of steamy juice gushed out. She didn't want to let Nick know that she was excited about what he was going to do, but she just couldn't control her passions.
Nick knew that he was getting to Bitsy. His cock throbbed urgently as her pussy steamed and the juice rolled out of her spasming cuntal mouth. He could tell that she was terrified, but still her pussy was gushing out steamy rivers of juice. She was ready to be fucked. There was no doubt in Nick's mind. He'd tame her the way a man ought to tame a woman and she'd love him for it, once it was over.
"Now!" Nick groaned, jerking back his cock and grasping the slippery, rigid pole in his fingers. "Here it comes, baby . .. you're going to love this, once you get a good taste. You'll see."
Bitsy held her breath and tried not to make a sound. She was afraid that Nick was right. She was going to love it if it felt anything like it had when he pushed his finger up her flaming cuntal chute. Every nerve in her body seemed to be centered in the spasming ring of her virginal opening as Nick aimed his ceck at the fluttering little hole and started to push.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Bitsy moaned, biting her lips to keep from screaming. Nick had been wrong. She didn't love it at all. His hot, bloated prickhead was mashing right up against her virginal pussymouth and it hurt like hell! "Damn, you're tight!" Nick groaned, pulling back just a little. There was no way he was going to stretch her out by just pushing. He'd have to give one hell of a hard shove before he'd get his cock in her tiny opening. Sure it was going to hurt at first, but she'd be really glad once it was in. She'd love it once he got past her cherry and really started to fuck her.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Bitsy squealed. The sound was muffled but there was unmistakable agony in her voice. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and waited for the first horrid thrust.
There was a timeless moment, and Bitsy heard Nick take a deep lungful of air. She knew it was coming now. Any second and his cock would hurtle forward and jam into her tiny, defenseless cuntal mouth.
Bitsy waited in agony of anticipation, and finally she heard a loud grunt. Then she felt a blast of sharp pain as Nick's stiff hot cock battered up against the tiny opening of her cuntal mouth. It felt like he was trying to shove a burning fencepost inside her, and she let out a shriek of pure terror as his cock jammed forcefully against the soft tissues of her cunt. She wanted to twist away, and she moved her hips desperately, trying to get free from the heated spear that was raping her femininity, but it was no use. The huge, rigid poker of his prick was holding her down on the mattress like a bug on a pin. There was no way that she could twist free and the pain washed over her in streaking waves.
"Nooooo!" Bitsy screamed. She couldn't help it. She'd been trying to endure this bravely and silently, but the pain was too intense. She didn't want to give Nick the satisfaction of hearing her cries of terror but she couldn't keep silent any longer.
Nick drew back just a little and took another deep breath. One more swift, forceful thrust ought to do it. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Bitsy was making a lot of noise and it was difficult to hold her down. He knew that no one in the apartment complex would hear the noise she was making, but it didn't make any sense to prolong this painful moment. Bitsy was squealing in fright but Nick had chosen his secluded apartment with particular care. Things got wild at some of the parties he threw, and he made sure that the walls were soundproof before he moved in. It would do Bitsy no good to scream for help. None of the neighbors had ever complained about the loud music and shouts from his parties, and they wouldn't complain now. But Nick's cock was getting sore from battering against Bitsy's stubborn cherry. He'd get this over with in one hell of a hurry and then things would settle down just fine. She wouldn't keep screaming when she got used to being fucked. Then she'd be squealing in pleasure if she made any noise at all.
"Pleeeeease, Nick! Don't!" Bitsy squealed, tossing her head back and forth in a frenzy. "Stop . . . pleeeease!"
It gave Nick a thrill of power as he held Bitsy pinned helpless to the bed. He hooked his arms around the shuddering virgin and lifted her legs up high, spreading them out widely. Now she was in a perfect position and she couldn't twist away from him. One good, hard thrust ought to accomplish the deed now.
"NOOOOOOO!" Bitsy screamed as Nick's bloated cockhead hurtled forward again. She felt her painfully fluttering cuntal mouth resist but his fierce pounding onslaught was too much for her tender tissues. There was a blinding stab of pain and then she felt something pop as Nick's huge cock hurtled all the way to the back of her virginal fortress.
Bitsy's mouth opened in a soundless scream. It hurt too much to cry out. Nick's huge burning prick was inside her cuntal channel and she wanted to die to escape from the burning, smarting pain.
For a moment, Bitsy's mind swung around in terrified circles. He had raped her. It was over. He hadn't ever been intending to keep his promise to her and stop. He had set her up for this whole evening. This was his retaliation for the way she had beaten him in the race this afternoon. He was sawing his huge cock back and forth now, and Bitsy was sure she was going to faint any second. She felt humiliated and defiled by this rude, insistent plunging, and she wished now that she'd never won the race this afternoon. If tins was what came of beating men at their own games, she didn't want any part of it.
Bitsy bit her lips again and silently endured this painful thrusting. Nick's cock was a burning log, rubbing up against her sore invaded tissues and sending wave after wave of pain through her body. She couldn't understand how any woman could let a man do this disgusting, painful thing to her. Women just didn't have the courage to resist when men tried to force themselves. She certainly wasn't ever going to marry a man and have to endure something like this night after night. Once was bad enough and Bitsy vowed that she'd never have anything to do with a man again, if she got out of this alive. Never!
"Wiggle around a little, baby," Nick grunted, shoving his cock in and out with heated swift strokes. "You'll love it then."
If Bitsy wouldn't have hurt so much, she would have laughed right out loud. Love it? He was crazy! She'd never love a horrid thing like this. Women were stupid if they let men do something like this to them. Fucking was stupid and it hurt besides. All this romantic stuff she'd read about had been just kiddie stories. There was nothing in the least bit lovely about having a thick, hot spear invade her body. It wasn't one bit enjoyable, even if it was beginning to hurt a little less.
Bitsy endured the searing lunges for another couple of seconds, and then she groaned. Nick's body was awfully heavy on hers. She gave a little wiggle with her hips to try to get a little more comfortable. It didn't hurt very much anymore. It was still humiliating but at least it had stopped being so awfully painful.
"That's it, baby!" Nick groaned, driving in deeper and harder. He could feel Bitsy's tightly-clenched cuntal chute quiver around the hard length of his cock, and his balls tightened and throbbed. He wasn't going to be able to hold it for much longer. He could always go ahead and shoot now and then fuck her later, when he'd recovered a little. She'd love it the second time for sure. He wouldn't have to go through all that business with her cherry the second time. It would be clear sailing, and she'd love it if they did it again in just a few minutes. The first time for a girl wasn't so hot anyway. The second time was the real clincher.
Bitsy tried to stop wiggling the moment that she heard Nick's groan of pleasure. She didn't want him to get any pleasure out of this humiliating moment. Unfortunately, her body had other ideas. It definitely felt much better when she moved her hips around in a little circle.
"Oooooh," Bitsy moaned, letting her breath out in a shuddering sigh. She moved her hips a little more, widening the circle she was making with her shivering ass globes. It was really beginning to feel better now .. . almost pleasant. There was a loosening in her tight invaded channel and a fire began to smolder at the very back of her pink cuntal tunnel. This wasn't bad at all, once it had stopped hurting!
"That's it, baby," Nick groaned. "Now you're really getting the idea!" He plunged deeply into the molten sea of pink at the back of her cuntal tunnel and groaned again. Now her cunt was sucking at his cock like a tight, wet juicy mouth, and he felt the excitement build in his body. He was going to have to shoot pretty soon. It would be impossible to hold off for very much longer. Her tightly quivering cuntal channel was sucking the cum right out of his balls.
"Mmmmmm!" Bitsy moaned, feeling her face flush crimson with embarrassment. He was raising her legs up higher and higher until she was all the way off the mattress with her asscheeks wiggling obscenely in the air. This had to be the height of her humiliation but it was exciting too, in a strange new way. She felt like a girl in an X-rated movie as her body trembled, and she thought of how she must look, spread out so widely and shuddering like this. She didn't want to look like one of those girls in the slick men's magazines, but she couldn't seem to get her asscheeks back down on the mattress no matter how hard she wiggled.
"Oooooooh!" Bitsy gasped, feeling a new rush of warmth invade her trembling feminine tunnel. Nick was thrusting to the very back now, and every time the wide, slippery head of his cock jammed up against the hot surface of her womb, she felt like squealing. This was a lot different than she had felt before. It felt really wild and different and very, very nice!
"Oooooh, Nick!" Bitsy squealed, locking her heels around his slippery back. She could feel what was happening to her and there was no way that she could stop it. She didn't want to stop it. Her body was really starting to respond to Nick's deep, driving lunges. Her cuntal chute was vibrating urgently, sucking hard at the engorged head of his flaming cock. She could feel her quivering cuntal mouth snap in and out as he hurtled faster and faster. Her whole body seemed to be building up to some frightening peak and she couldn't seem to think about anything anymore. All she could do was squeal and clutch Nick's body tightly with her trembling legs.
Nick began to plunge in a frenzy, coming out of the turn and onto the straightaway. He could feel Bitsy's body started to respond to his fucking, but he couldn't wait now. His cock was jerking too hard and his balls were screaming with agony. He was going to fast to stop now. He'd just have to shoot early this time and make up for it later.
"Aaaaagh!" Bitsy screamed. Her tiny pink cuntal mouth was snapping and spasming wildly. She was quivering as if in an earthquake, and the waves of pleasure were jolting through every pore of her body. Her shivering cuntal chute felt as if it were glowing with heat, smoldering and sputtering like a cold engine that finally catches and roars into life.
Nick let out a bellow of pleasure as Bitsy's tight, juicy cuntal tunnel started to squeeze and suck rhythmically. He'd never felt anything this fantastic before. Bitsy was hotter and tighter than any other girl he'd ever fucked, and it was just too much for him. His balls began to throb, and then they swelled up and started to pump as the sperm hurtled out of the tip of his prick, and jetting into the sweet, hot cavern of her flaming cunt.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" Bitsy squealed. Now there was a burning rush of wetness splattering up against her cuntal walls. She could feel her body shaking and quivering as the rush of hot sperm plummeted out and soaked her sore pink tissues. The fire in her body was growing brighter and brighter and she wanted this moment to go on forever. There was a new feeling growing in the very back of her shuddering cuntal chute and she wiggled her hips desperately, trying to make this moment last. Something was going to happen . .. she was sure of it.
Gradually the burning spurts began to stop until all that was left was a heated trickle. Bitsy squeezed her lips together to keep from making a sound but she wanted to scream out with frustration. Why had he stopped so soon? Just when things had gotten really exciting, Nick had stopped. That wasn't fair at all!
Nick groaned and rolled over. He shouldn't have had so much to drink at the party. He was tired now .. . more tired than he'd ever been in his life. If he could just take a little nap, he could get it up again and then he'd really show Bitsy what fucking was about. All it would take was a little nap and then he'd be ready to go again.
Bitsy held herself motionless, hardly daring to breathe. Her heated cuntal chute was still fluttering and churning but it was over. She wanted to throw herself on top of him and do it some more. He'd stopped just when it was getting the best.
Bitsy shook her head silently. Of course she couldn't do that. Then she'd be behaving like one of his wild girls ... the kind of girl he wanted her to be. She'd just take advantage of this situation and wait until he was asleep. Then she'd call a cab and go home. Of course Nick would call her and try to get her to let him do it again, but she wouldn't. She'd lost the first battle, but this was a real war. He'd almost gotten her when her body had trembled so wildly . . . when the heated walls of her cunt had wrapped themselves around his heated cock and clung to him .. . he'd almost made her promise that she wouldn't enter another race if he'd just fuck her again. But now that it was over, and Nick was almost asleep, Bitsy was filled with new resolve. Nick would see that she wasn't just another girl to intimidate with his big cock. He'd find out that she didn't crave his cock enough to agree to give up competing with him. Next Sunday, at the Golden Circle, Nick was in for a big surprise. She'd be right out there racing and if he ever wanted to date her again, that was fine with her! She could live without fucking perfectly well. Lots of women were unmarried and unfucked, and they were perfectly content. She'd just throw her energies into something else ... something constructive like being the best race car driver in the State. And she'd be damned if she'd be just another girl on Nick Edmonds' string!
CHAPTER THREE
Bitsy sighed unhappily as she squirmed slightly on the big bed. She always felt warm and uncomfortable when she remembered that night with Nick Edmonds. Of course she'd never let him touch her again, and she'd won every race she entered that summer. By the time the summer was over, even her father had given up protesting her career as a driver. Bitsy had attracted a lot of attention, being the only female driver in the area, and her future had been assured when she signed on as a test driver for Barton Motors. But even her father hadn't dreamed that she'd be the first woman driver in the West Coast Grand Prix. Every once in awhile, Bitsy wondered if Nick Edmons had followed her career in the papers. It gave her a pleasant little smug feeling as she imagined Nick opening the paper and reading about her contract to drive the TX-7. Of course she didn't even know where Nick was anymore. He was probably still racing stock cars in some small town somewhere. He'd left town about the same time as she had, and Bitsy certainly hadn't asked anyone about him. Nick Edmonds was out of her life for good and there was nothing to be gained by thinking about him.
Bitsy was startled when the phone rang. She'd spent an hour thinking about Nick Edmonds again and her face was flushed as she answered the phone.
"Bitsy!" Mr. Barton's voice rang loudly in her ears. "Jeff just called to say you were in. How's that little room down there? Big enough for you?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Barton," Bitsy laughed. "I didn't expect a suite like this, and I'm just amazed at all this luxury. You really didn't have to go to all this trouble. You're spoiling me, I'm afraid."
"Nothing but the best for Barton Motors' first lady driver," Mr. Barton chuckled. "Can you stop in before you go out to the track tomorrow morning? I've got some more papers for you to sign."
"Certainly, Mr. Barton," Bitsy said politely. "How do I get to your office?"
"You take the elevator up to the penthouse," Mr. Barton said. "I'm five floors above you right now. Barton Motors owns this hotel, and the executive offices are on the top floor. Just run up here in the morning and we'll take care of those papers."
There was a sharp click as Mr. Barton broke the connection and Bitsy sat holding the phone for a moment. Then she frowned slightly. Mr. Barton hadn't even asked her what she thought of the TX-7. She should have thanked him for the convertible too. He must think she was awfully impolite.
Suddenly Bitsy started to smile and she rushed to her suitcases and started to dress. She'd run right up to Mr. Barton's offices right now and thank him personally for the car. Then she'd have time to discuss the TX-7 too. She'd sign all the papers and they could have a nice talk. That was a good way to make up for the way she'd acted on the phone. A personal thank you was much better than just thanking him on the phone.
Bitsy stepped off the elevator and her feet sank into the deep red carpet. Barton Motors' executive offices were really something! Mr. Barton didn't believe in sparing any expense when it came to decorating his offices. It looked like a palace up here.
"May I help you, Miss?" a uniformed security man asked, stepping forward when she reached the end of the hallway.
"Oh . .. yes!" Bitsy said, smiling quickly. "I'm Bitsy Logan and I'm here to sign some papers for Mr. Barton. He's still here, isn't he?"
"At the end of the hall, first door to your right," the guard answered, checking Bitsy's pass. Then he grinned as he saw that she was the driver of the TX-7.
"Sorry, Ma'am," he apologized. "I didn't recognize the name at first. There was a story in the papers about you, just today. You just go right ahead, as long as Mr. Barton's expecting you. I'd take you down myself, but we're a little short-handed tonight."
Bitsy hurried down the hall, following the guard's directions. Perhaps she should have admitted that Mr. Barton wasn't exactly expecting her, but she hadn't thought of it before. She was sure that Mr. Barton would be pleased at the way she'd rushed right up here. He wouldn't mind if she came in unannounced. After all, he had said there were papers to sign.
Bitsy tapped lightly on the office door. She waited for at least a minute but no one answered. She didn't know if she should just open the door and walk in but she felt silly standing out here in the corridor.
Bitsy pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside, glancing around with lively curiosity. This looked like some kind of waiting room for there was a receptionist's desk in the middle of the large room. The desk was deserted but Bitsy could hear the sound of voices coming from the door on the far wall. That must be Mr. Barton's private office and the receptionist was probably in there, doing something for Mr. Barton.
Bitsy knocked at the door discreetly but again, no one answered. Now she really didn't know what to do. Should she go in or wait until the receptionist came back out to announce her? Bitsy was entirely unacquainted with office procedure.
For a moment the lovely little blonde stood at the door uncertainly, shifting from one foot to the other. She guessed it would be all right if she just pushed the door open a crack and called out. If Mr. Barton were doing something important, she'd be glad to wait until he could see her. She'd just take a quick peek and then announce herself.
Bitsy was totally unprepared for the sight that greeted her eyes when she pushed open the door a bit and peeked in. She felt her knees tremble and her hand flew to her mouth. Mr. Barton was doing something important all right, but it wasn't at all what she expected!
The surprised blonde gave a gasp of shock as her eyes filled with the totally unexpected scene. Mr. Barton was sitting in a swivel chair in the corner of the room and his legs were spread out widely. There was a beautiful dark-haired girl kneeling between his hairy legs and she was stroking his stiff cock with her slim fingers.
"Oooooh," Bitsy whispered, reaching out to steady herself. Her legs were shaking so hard she thought she'd surely faint. She hadn't dreamed that things like this went on in executive offices!
"Don't take all day, Lila," Mr. Barton snapped, glancing down at the girl's busily working fingers. "I've got a meeting in fifteen minutes. If you want to keep your nice, easy job you'd better do what you're paid to do."
"Yes, Mr. Barton," the girl replied, her voice soft and husky. "I just thought you might like a little more than usual this time. Doesn't it feel good when I do this?"
Mr. Barton threw back his head and chuckled. "It feels good!" he grinned, tipping up the girl's chin. "It feels damn good, but I know what you're up to. You figure that if you get me nice and horny this way you won't have to suck my cock so long. Isn't that right, Lila?"
The svelte, dark-haired girl giggled. "I'm just trying to do what you pay me for, Boss," she said. "Don't you get tired of the same old thing, day after day? I thought you liked your girls to be imaginative."
"You can be imaginative all you like, as long as you wrap your nice hot lips around my prick in a big hurry," Mr. Barton retorted. "Come on, Lila . . .you know what to do."
Bitsy blinked in astonishment as the girl's head dipped down. Surely she wasn't going to do what Mr. Barton asked! Keeping a nice job wasn't worth doing something that disgusting. How could she stand to do such a degrading thing? Bitsy trembled in outrage for this poor intimidated girl.
"Awwww . .. that's it, honey," Mr. Barton groaned, closing his eyes and grinning widely. "That's better .. . suck it nice now and maybe I'll give you the morning off tomorrow."
Bitsy was so shocked she couldn't move. Mr. Barton was deliberately forcing this poor girl to do this totally humiliating thing. She just couldn't believe that he was such a bastard. Bitsy expected to see an expression of fear on the girl's face when Mr. Barton began to push her head down, but there wasn't the slightest trace of fear or revulsion on Lila's lovely face. Instead there was an eager expression that made Bitsy's mind whirl in confusion. She couldn't imagine a girl wanting to do a disgusting thing like sucking a man's cock, but Lila looked thrilled as her lips nibbled at the stiff, long pole of Mr. Barton's cock. Bitsy could see the girl's eyes and there was an excited gleam in their green depths. Lila wanted to suck Mr. Barton's cock!
"Noooooo!" Bitsy whispered, staring at the scene with shock. Lila must be crazy to do a thing like this. It wasn't normal for a woman to enjoy a degrading act like this. It wasn't normal at all... yet Lila was clearly looking forward to drawing Mr. Barton's long, jerking cock into her mouth. Bitsy didn't understand the girl's attitude at all. How could she let Mr. Barton take advantage of her this way?
"Aaaaah .. . that's great, Lila!" Mr. Barton sighed, closing his eyes blissfully. "Lick it all over, doll.. . lick every inch of my big cock." Bitsy shuddered and a tingling feeling started to grow in her body. Even though she didn't approve of what Mr. Barton and Lila were doing, she couldn't help but be fascinated by the sight. Mr. Barton's cock was jerking lewdly now, and it was shiny and wet-looking on the top. He was leaning back in his chair and there was an expression of greedy lust on his face as Lila's little pink tongue swirled out and began to lick.
Bitsy felt her head start to whirl. She really should get out of here before they saw her. What if Mr. Barton looked at the door and discovered that she was peeking at them? Not only would it be the most embarrassing moment of her life, he'd probably fire her as well. If she had any sense at all, she'd get out of here as fast as she could. It had been a drastic mistake, coming up to Mr. Barton's office unannounced. She wouldn't make that mistake again, now that she knew what kind of man he really was.
Bitsy tried to make her trembling legs obey her, as she told herself to move. Somehow, her legs didn't seem to get the message. Then she tried to pull her eyes away from the perverted sight in Mr. Barton's office but she couldn't seem to do that either. Something was holding her here and her body just wouldn't obey her commands. Every instinct told her to leave now, before she was discovered, but Bitsy's trembling body just wouldn't listen to her better sense. She was held spellbound by the sight, just as surely as if she'd stepped into a trap. She was held like a fly in a spider's web, and even though she struggled to move, nothing . .. absolutely nothing happened!
"Eat it up, doll," Mr. Barton gasped, squirming a little in his chair. The swivel base turned just a little and now Bitsy could see both of them clearly. Lila didn't seem to mind licking Mr. Barton's red jerking cock at all. She looked like a kid, working on an all-day sucker. Her pink tongue was lapping and swirling all over the engorged shaft of Mr. Barton's prick and there was an expression of rapt enjoyment on her face. Lila didn't mind... she loved it!
Bitsy felt the trembling feeling in her body get more and more severe. She was shaking like a branch in a strong wind. Unconsciously, the curvaceous blonde licked her full heated lips and they parted slightly, just as if she were licking Mr. Barton's cock right along with Lila. Her nipples began to heat and they hardened into shivering peaks that thrust out stiffly against her brassiere. The touch of the lacy fabric on her sweetly shivering buds made them burn even more and Bitsy reached up to touch them without even realizing what she was doing.
"Oooooh," Bitsy whispered, her fingers moving gently to massage her aching, thrusting nipples. There was a shivery feeling in the pit of her tummy that seemed to spread out in rippling circles, heating her with a glow that made it difficult to think. She didn't want to feel this way but she couldn't seem to stop. It was almost the way she'd felt that awful night with Nick, and Bitsy squeezed her nipples even harder, trying to break the lusty spell that was spreading over her.
"Noooooo," Bitsy whispered again, one hand moving down her body to cup the shivering mound of her cunt. She had to get out of here. Seeing something this wicked and shocking had done something evil to her mind. She shouldn't be thinking like this. She shouldn't be wondering what it would be like to swirl her hot little tongue over a man's prick. She was through with men. She'd vowed never to get emotionally tangled with another man and no one could force her to do something this disgusting. Bitsy just couldn't understand a girl who would let herself be intimidated like a man the way Lila was doing.
Even though Bitsy knew that this scene was having an unhealthy effect on her mind, she couldn't seem to leave. She was fascinated by the sight of Lila's tongue lapping so eagerly over Mr. Barton's stiff cock. How could the girl be enjoying something like this? It was inconceivable to Bitsy. She certainly wouldn't enjoy licking a man's cock ... at least she didn't think that it would be enjoyable. Of course she'd never find out. No man would ever get that sort of advantage over her again. She'd been a silly little fool over Nick Edmons, but now she was a lot smarter. Men only wanted one thing from a woman, and no man would ever get it from her again. She'd never be beaten into submission with a man's cock. It hadn't worked when Nick tried it and no one else would ever get the chance.
Bitsy's mind whirled around in sexy circles. She pressed her fingers over her shivering cuntal mound and felt the rush of heated cream invade her quivering feminine channel. Even though Bitsy was horrified at her lusty reaction to his lewd scene, she couldn't seem to stop staring in fascination, and her body wouldn't stop responding. Her mind may have been horrified at the sight, but her body was quivering right along with Lila's as the girl's flashing pink tongue neared the head of Mr. Barton's shiny cock.
"Oooooh!" Bitsy breathed sliding her fingers along the soaked crotchband of her panties. Now Lila's tongue was slipping right over the engorged red head of Mr. Barton's cock and the girl was smiling wantonly as she dug the tip of her twirling oral digit right into his deep red glans hole. Bitsy saw the girl swallow, and she swallowed right along with her, imagining what the slippery fluid on Mr. Barton's cock would taste like. It must be good. Lila was smiling now and her tongue was flashing eagerly as she tried to coax out another drop of creamy juice.
"Nooooo!" Bitsy whispered, pulling aside the moist band of her panties and slipping her fingers into the shuddering pink heat of her aroused cuntal tissues. She shouldn't be doing this! It was shameful!
Part of Bitsy's mind watched her actions in astonishment. She was sliding her fingers down over the erect little bump of her clitoris, feeling the rush of sensations that filled her quivering body. Her fingers were flying straight down that juicy heated groove, heading for the fluttering little mouth that spasmed and flooded with cream. Then her fingers were inside, pushing up her narrow, squirming channel and Bitsy was lost in a myriad of sensations. Her body seemed to be floating and even though danger bells rang in her head, she ignored them. It felt so wonderful that she just couldn't stop now. She knew she was taking an awful chance, peeking in Mr. Barton's private office like this, but nothing could drag her away. She had to find out what would happen when Lila sucked the long, jerking pole of Mr. Barton's cock into her hot, wet mouth. She had to find out if the girl was going to do exactly as Mr. Barton ordered. Bitsy's curiosity was killing her and she couldn't leave now, even though she knew that she'd be in big trouble if Mr. Barton or Lila discovered her. She just had to see everything that was going to happen.
"Come on, doll..." Mr. Barton urged. "Suck it! Take it all in your mouth and suck it!"
Bitsy stared in fascination as Mr. Barton pressed down on the back of Lila's curly black hair. He was shoving her head right down on top of his long, pulsing cock. Surely Lila would object now! She couldn't possibly take Mr. Barton's lengthy cock in her mouth. It would choke the tiny receptionist. Perhaps Lila didn't understand what Mr. Barton wanted her to do. She would surely resist at any second, when she realized that he intended to push her head right down over his jerking prickshaft.
"Mmmmm, good!" Lila giggled, opening her mouth as wide as she could. "Mmmmmmm!"
Bitsy's mouth dropped open as she realized that Lila wasn't resisting at all. She was going to do it! Lila was going to let Mr. Barton push her mouth right down over his long, hard prick. She even looked as if she wanted to do this strange thing. There wasn't the slightest hint of resistance in Lila's eyes as she opened her mouth and let Mr. Barton push her head down.
"Nooooo!" Bitsy breathed, not believing her own eyes. Lila was doing it! She was letting Mr. Barton push her head down on his cock and her cheeks were ballooning in and out in greedy acceptance. She was sucking Mr. Barton's long red cock, just as he'd ordered her to do.
"Harder, doll... suck it hard!" Mr. Barton groaned. His eyes were closed now and there was an expression on lewd enjoyment on his face. His hand slid from the back of Lila's head but the lovely receptionist didn't make any move to withdraw her mouth from his cock. She seemed to be sucking even harder now, and as Bitsy watched in shock, Lila's lips squeezed around the width of Mr. Barton's cock and the jerking shaft disappeared inch by inch into her moist, juicy mouth.
"Nooooo!" Bitsy gasped, turning white with outrage for the girl. Lila must be really afraid of Mr. Barton to be doing something like this. The poor girl was even acting as if she enjoyed it. Perhaps the lovely receptionist was drunk or drugged. Surely no girl could do something like this willingly! It just couldn't be as marvelous as Lila was acting. It just couldn't be . .. could it?
Bitsy's confused mind was filled with doubt. It was clear that Mr. Barton was no longer holding the girl's head in place, yet Lila was sucking even harder and she smacked her lips with greedy hunger as his long prick pole slid farther and farther into her mouth. Lila wasn't objecting at all to Mr. Barton's lewd demands. She really acted as if she were enjoying this wicked act. Bitsy just couldn't understand that at all.
Suddenly a new idea occurred to Bitsy. What if she were wrong? What if sucking a man's cock was really pleasurable? What if Lila weren't acting at "Noooooo!" Bitsy whispered, her face turning beet red. That was impossible! She was almost positive that sucking a prick couldn't be this much fun. Yet. .. she had never done it and there was no way of knowing for certain unless she, herself, had tried the wicked act. These thoughts made Bitsy even more confused, and for the first time since it happened, she wondered how she would have felt if Nick hadn't fallen asleep that night in his apartment. Would she have a different attitude about sex now? Would she be willing to do what Lila was doing? Would she enjoy it just as much as Lila appeared to be enjoying it?
Bitsy told herself to stop thinking this way. She'd done exactly the right thing by staying away from men since that awful experience with Nick. Women who let men control them in bed, were spineless excuses for human beings. Once a woman had given in to the wicked lusting of her body, she lost her chance in life. Then she was relegated to pleasing a man ... to sitting around and waiting for him to come home so she could indulge her lewd desires. Women who let their bodies control their minds were stupid. They didn't deserve any better than they got and that wasn't enough for Bitsy Logan! She'd never give in to the demands of her body again if it meant losing her self-respect. It was hard to fight those thrilling urges but Bitsy was determined to fight them with all her energy. No man would turn her into his servant, like Mr. Barton was doing to Lila. She'd never be caught groveling at a man's feet and acting like his slave. Never!
Even thought Bitsy's thoughts were brave and independent, her body was acting in exactly the opposite way. Her face was flaming and her nipples punched out against her clothing. Her legs trembled wildly and her shivering cuntal tunnel was swimming with a river of heated juice. Bitsy didn't realize it, but her body was betraying her again. Just the sight of Lila sucking Mr. Barton's stiff cock, had turned the ever present itch in her body into a raging fire.
Bitsy's fingers moved faster. Now they were bunching together and hurtling up the heated channel of her scorching cunt. Little sighs of pleasure escaped her lips and her fingers sped to the back of her squirming cuntal chute to touch the blazing heat inside. Bitsy was hungering for a cock, even though she didn't realize or admit it. Bitsy wanted a stiff, hot prick to fill the aching, squirming tunnel of her heated arousal. Bitsy might never realize what she really wanted out of life, but someone else did!
* * *
The thick red carpet hid the sound of approaching footsteps as Jeff Rhodes walked down the hallway. He opened the office door and stopped in amazement, his hand to his mouth. At first Jeff didn't believe his eyes. There was Bitsy Logan and no one could make a mistake about what she was doing. She was leaning against the wall, staring into Mr. Barton's inner office, and her hand was moving under her skirt. Bitsy Logan was playing with her cunt and from the look on her face, she was enjoying the hell out of it!
Jeff backed out of the room quickly, shutting the door silently behind him. So Bitsy Logan wasn't as straight as he'd heard! He'd listened to the gossip about Bitsy being a man-hater but he hadn't really believed it. Then, when he'd met her this afternoon, he was sure that the gossip was wrong. Bitsy didn't hate men. She was just frightened of them. She might not be the type to take out for a casual fuck, but it ought to be possible to win her favors if he went about it the right way. Bitsy acted like a girl who'd been burned. She probably had one bad experience and gave up on men. If he could figure out a way, he'd give her plenty of good experiences to cancel out whatever had happened. Jeff had no doubt about his ability to please women. None of them had ever complained.
Suddenly Jeff got an inspiration. He hurried to the guard's desk and dialed the phone. Then he grinned as it rang in Mr. Barton's office. The Old Man might be plenty upset about being disturbed if he was fooling around with Lila, but he'd answer the phone. A ringing phone meant money to Mr. Barton and money was the rich executive's first and only love.
* * *
"Damn!" Mr. Barton groaned, reaching for the phone. "Yeah? What do you want?"
A couple of seconds later, Mr. Barton hung up the phone with a puzzled expression on his face. Jeff knew better than to disturb him at this time of the day. And the boy hadn't really had anything to say. It was a strange phone call, but Mr. Barton didn't have time to think about that now. Lila's lips were still sliding up and down his engorged prickshaft and he was almost ready to blow the back of her head off with his exploding spurt of sperm.
"Hurry up, doll!" Mr. Barton groaned, twisting a little in his chair and closing his eyes again. "You've got one minute to finish blowing me and it had better be good."
* * *
Bitsy jerked her hand away from her flooding pussy and shuddered in fear. What had gotten into her, behaving in this shameful manner? She could have been caught out here when the phone rang. What if Mr. Barton had asked his receptionist to come out here for something? Then all hell would have broken loose!
"Oooooh, no!" Bitsy breathed, smoothing down her skirt quickly and straightening her hair. She'd give Mr. Barton one minute and then she'd knock on the closed office door. She just hoped that she'd be able to talk to him without blushing. Her cuntal channel was still twisting wildly and she felt like going right back to the door and watching Lila finish sucking Mr. Barton's prick. There was a heat in her body that seemed to grow instead of diminish, and Bitsy knew that she'd have to do something to relieve her passions when she got back to her own room. This was awful! She'd never expected anything like this to happen tonight. She'd make certain to call the next time she came to Mr. Barton's office!
* * *
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Mr. Barton yelled, throwing back his head and twisting convulsively in his chair. Lila's little teeth were nipping at the tip of his cock now and her throat was burning sweetly as she bobbed her head up and down desperately. Just one more second and he'd be coming. He could feel the sperm rise to the tip of his cock like mercury in a thermometer on a hot day.
Lila giggled slightly and reached for her Boss's balls. Her fingers squeezed demandingly and her throat sucked. Lila knew exactly what she was doing and it was her favorite part of her job. She didn't care all that much for answering the telephone and announcing callers, but when Mr. Barton called her into the office for a little fun, Lila was the most eager employee he had on the payroll. Lila loved to suck cocks and she especially loved Mr. Barton's. She wouldn't give up this job for anything in the world. She got to meet all Mr. Barton's exciting friends, and then there were times like this when she had the chance to indulge her wildest fantasies. There was only one thing that would make Lila's happiness complete. She wished that Mr. Barton would have a little more time for her. He was always in a hurry .. . always rushing off to meetings and business deals. Lila wanted to help Mr. Barton relax and she knew just how to do it if he'd give her a little more of his time. Lila had dreams of going off on a vacation with Mr. Barton and bringing him back suntanned and happy, instead of up-tight and harried like he usually was. Lila was a good receptionist and she was fiercely loyal to Mr. Barton. He'd been kind to her when he pulled her off the streets and she'd do anything to pay him back. Oh, he was gruff with her sometimes but there was a nice, warm man under that gruff and tough exterior. Lila could testify to that. He'd treated her better than any man ever had, and now she didn't have to work in the sleazy bars anymore. Mr. Barton would be a real peach if he'd just learn how to relax and take it easy.
"Awwwwww, doll!" Mr. Barton groaned, his face turning red as a ripe tomato. "Do it, Lila! Suck it all out!"
Lila gave another squeeze with her throat and she felt his cock stretch right out and quiver. She could hardly wait to swallow his heavy jets of cream. This was the moment she lived for every day .. . the moment that made all Mr. Barton's gruff words fade in her mind. At this moment he needed her, and Lila knew that he loved her just a little or he wouldn't have kept her in this wonderful job. Mr. Barton had enough money to buy any girl he wanted, and yet he chose her for his number one girl. This time she'd give him the best time he'd ever had, to pay him back for the nice little apartment and the closet full of expensive clothes. She'd do it anyway, even if he'd never given her anything. Lila was wild about her boss and someday he'd realize it. Then they could really have a good time.
Mr. Barton gave another loud yell as the sperm hurtled out of his prick, jetting forcefully down Lila's squeezing throat. She was like a little volcano, squeezing and boiling. He could almost hear his cock steaming when the sperm rushed out and splattered against the back of her slippery blazing throat. Lila was the best cocksucker in the world and he'd have to give her a little bonus in this week's paycheck. He depended on her a lot more then he'd ever depended on anyone before. This boring office routine would be unbearable without Lila to liven up his day.
"Mmmmmmm!" Lila moaned, swallowing desperately and feeling the rush of heat that filled her body as Mr. Barton's sperm rushed down her open throat. She could tell that she'd really pleased him this time. He reached down to squeeze her full, round breasts and Lila quivered just like a puppy being patted by her master. Mr. Barton was fantastic. He was the best boss in the whole world!
CHAPTER FOUR
Bitsy was still shaking when she got back to her suite. She was sure that Mr. Barton and his beautiful receptionist hadn't noticed anything unusual when she signed the papers and thanked him for the car, but she was still unnerved by the whole experience. Her cuntal tunnel was still churning wildly, and every time her legs rubbed together, a jolt of pleasure rippled through her quivering body. She shouldn't be feeling this way: It was dangerous. She'd taken an awful chance by peeking in Mr. Barton's office door and Bitsy vowed that she'd be more careful in the future. She hadn't dreamed that watching Mr. Barton and Lila would make her feel this way. Of course she was still aroused, but now that her mind was clearing, Bitsy decided to take a cold shower and drown out her passions with the icy spray. She wasn't going to give in this time. And she'd never think of Nick Edmonds again. Thinking about Nick had started this whole thing and seeing Mr. Barton and Lila hadn't helped matters. She was going to learn to control her body if it was the last thing she ever did. It was time to start exercising self-control right now.
Bitsy began to get out of her clothes quickly, before she could change her mind. She'd take a nice cold shower and then she'd have something sent up from room service. She'd watch television until a reasonable hour and then she'd go straight to bed to get plenty of sleep for the road tests tomorrow. From now on she'd behave as strictly as a nun. If she avoided the passionate urgings of her body, they'd disappear in time. All it took was a little self-control and she could do it if she was determined to succeed.
Bitsy called room service and rushed straight to the bathroom to take her shower. She was just stepping under the stinging icy spray when the knock came on the door.
"Come in!" Bitsy hollered out. "Just put it on the table. There's a tip there for your trouble!"
Bitsy didn't think twice about it, as she let the icy streams of water rush over her body. This ought to take care of that warm, shuddering feeling in her nipples. She stayed under the water for a full ten minutes and when she finally flicked off the shower, she was shivering violently. After a brisk toweling she felt much better. Her clothes were in the other room, still unpacked, and Bitsy hesitated as she considered wrapping the cold towel around her again. It was wet and there was no reason to be so modest. Room service had left a long time ago and she was alone in the empty suite. She didn't have to worry about her father or Brian walking in on her here.
Bitsy grinned slightly and tossed the towel into a corner of the bathroom. There was nothing wrong with hurrying out to the other room and getting her clothes. She was being ridiculous even thinking of wrapping that drenched towel around her shivering body again. Modesty had its place but she didn't have to be modest when she was alone.
Bitsy felt a twinge of excitement rush through her as she padded out into the other room. She wasn't used to running around naked, but it was a good feeling. It gave her a naughty little thrill to see her full high breasts quivering as she walked. She felt as free as a bird and she headed straight for the suitcases to unpack her clothes. She didn't have to put on anything for the remainder of the night if she chose to run around nude. That was a freedom Bitsy had never before experienced.
Jeff sat on the edge of the bed and watched Bitsy move gracefully to the other side of the room. He knew he'd have to let her know he was here pretty soon, but he was enjoying the sight of her body so much, he didn't want to say anything before he absolutely had to. She was as graceful as a faun and her figure was lovely. His cock stiffened in the front of his pants as he thought about kissing the pink, pointed rosebuds of her nipples. Her cuntal mound was fluffy and golden and Jeff could just barely see her delicate pink cuntal lips peeking through the curly fluff of blonde hair. Bitsy Logan was an absolute doll, and she'd cause any of the centerfold magazine girls to turn green with envy. He really hated to let her know he was here and spoil this moment. She was the loveliest woman he'd ever seen.
Bitsy opened her suitcase and set it up on the little stand the hotel provided. Now that she wasn't shivering quite so much, she realized that the cold shower hadn't done a bit of good. She was still plagued by that warm, aroused feeling and instead of alleviating her passions, the shower had only intensified her arousal.
"No!" Bitsy groaned, squeezing her breasts savagely. Would nothing work? She'd vowed that her arousal wouldn't get the best of her tonight, but her body was betraying her in a way that was almost frightening. Bitsy began to tremble as her nipples punched out against her fingers and the heat fanned "into a blazing fire of lust. She just couldn't stand it any more. Thinking about Nick and then seeing Lila and Mr. Barton, had done awful things to her. There didn't seem to be any way of exercising control over her quivering body. Not even an icy shower had doused the flames of her passion.
Jeff knew he couldn't let this moment go on any longer. He was feeling like a heel, sitting here and watching Bitsy squeeze those luscious-looking breasts of hers. He'd have to let her know he was here. She'd probably be madder than a wet hen, but his cock was killing him and he knew that if he let this go on for one more moment, he'd rush right over there and rape her. Not that it wouldn't be fun to do just that, but Jeff wasn't about to resort to rape when Bitsy was so obviously aroused already. He'd just let her know that he was here, and then they'd let nature take its course.
Bitsy jumped as if she'd been shot when she heard Jeff clear his throat. She whirled around and stared at him in shock. Her mouth opened and closed silently and she looked about ready to faint. Jeff Rhodes was right here in the room with her and he'd seen everything she'd done!
"Oh!" Bitsy squealed, her hands dropping from her breasts as if she'd been burned. Her face turned beet red and her body started to shake even harder as he got up and walked toward her. What was he doing here?
Bitsy stood frozen to the spot and blushed heatedly. The quivering warm feeling blazed again and her legs turned weak as she tried to think of what she should do. Her mind was a muddled mass of raw emotions and she didn't seem to be able to think at all. She could see the passion glowing in his eyes and she stood there helplessly, holding her breath and shivering uncontrollably.
"Let me," Jeff grinned, reaching out for her breasts. Then his fingers were squeezing her shivering pillows of heated flesh and Bitsy's mind went on strike. Her body was screaming for him to go right on and never stop and her nipples hardened into plump, quivering cherries on the tips of her creamy white slopes. There wasn't a thought in Bitsy's head as she sighed lustily and went weak with the exciting thrills that were rushing through her aroused body.
"Yessss!" Bitsy gasped, thrusting her nipples forward. Jeff's fingers closed around the hard, heated buds and a rush of desire turned Bitsy's body into a glowing flame. Of course . .. this was what she needed ... she couldn't deny it any longer. He was here and it was like a dream as the thrilling ripples of excitement spread like a flash fire. Her head slipped back and her knees buckled. A delicious rush of lethargy invaded her every pore and her body screamed out for more.
"Aaaaaaaaah, yesssss!" Bitsy groaned, as Jeff's lips found her nipples. Then he was sucking them into the blazing heat of his mouth, chewing and squeezing until she thought she'd die of the wondrous sensations coursing through her body. There wasn't a single thought of stopping... of twisting away from his embrace and running from these sweeping thrills. She couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to ... and Bitsy definitely didn't want to. Her body had taken over her mind and every aroused centimeter of her was begging for more and more and more.
Somehow Bitsy found herself on the big bed, sinking down into the mattress and squealing in joy. His fingers were searching now, searching for the hidden places that she had ignored for so long. There was a strength and a gentleness about him that made her quiver in excited surrender, and then his fingers were rubbing over the smooth, silky skin of her body. . . rubbing down farther and farther .. . combing through the moist curls of her golden cuntal mound and seeking the place where every nerve in her body seemed to be centered.
"Oooooooh, yes!" Bitsy moaned, throwing her legs open widely in joyful abandon. She didn't care about anything right now. She couldn't think about a single thing except the burning need to feel his hardness inside that squirming, flaming place between her legs. All of her careful plans were forgotten. Every warning and caution was drowned out by the sweeping rush of lust that burned through her mind. All of her inhibitions went up in smoke, and the only thing left was the urgent need to be filled by that glorious stiff spear of delight.
Jeff knew that he had swept her off her feet and he felt just a twinge of guilt at what he was doing. That guilty feeling lasted for the length of time it took to shed his clothes, and then it disappeared along with her caution. He'd been wanting to do this ever since he'd first laid eyes on her, and now he was going to get his wish. So he'd been a little sneaky, coming into her room when she thought it was room service. That didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the way her body was responding to his, and the way she was shuddering sweetly as he stroked her smooth, satiny skin.
"Pleeeease," Bitsy whispered, trembling from head to toe. "Pleeeeease!" His fingers were slipping down now, smoothing over the heated moist flesh of her blazing cuntal groove and her body began to vibrate like a violin. She could feel the rush of vibrations shake her deeply, and a river of creamy juice flowed over her pink, shivering cuntal slit. His fingers were slipping through the creamy, blazing wetness, and Bitsy held her breath as they approached the little erect nub of her clitoris.
"Aaaaaah!" Bitsy gasped, jerking wildly, as if a jolt of electricity had flashed through her body. The jolting sweetness hit again and again until she could do nothing but sob in agonized wonder at the rush of lust that filled her every pore. She had never thought there could be anything like this. It was so different.. . and so marvelous ... and so beautiful, that the delicious thrills made her bold with lust.
"I want to ... ooooooh, yes!" Bitsy sighed, her hand reaching for the stiff pole of Jeff's prick. "Aaaaaaah ... so hard!"
Bitsy felt as if she were two people as her fingers closed tightly around the jerking shaft of Jeff's hard, hot cock. The cautious Bitsy . . . the part of her that shuddered at the thought of letting a man drive her wild with passion again ... sat helplessly wringing her hands. The wanton Bitsy .. . the girl who flamed with lust, and shivered with the heat of burning anticipation . .. squeezed her fingers wildly around Jeff's stiff heavy cockshaft, delighting in the fullness of his powerful manhood. There wasn't room for both Bitsy's in the lust-ridden girl's mind, and the cautious counterpart disappeared in a blaze of passion, shouting dire warnings which the wanton Bitsy completely ignored. Now only the wanton was left, and the lovely blonde felt a rush of sensation that almost made her dizzy as she ran her fingers up and down the shuddering, jerking pole of Jeff's thick cock, savoring the hot, hardness she felt in her hand. She was totally fascinated and enthralled with his stiff, hot spear of flesh that trembled and jerked with unleashed power. She needed it to probe within her shivering molten tunnel, to stir the boiling pink sea of lust that was building in her trembling body. Bitsy needed it so badly she thought she'd surely die as Jeff pushed forward, slowly centering his wonderful, strong prick at the fluttering mouth of her cunt.
"Yessssss!" Bitsy wailed, her hips moving desperately to capture the hard rod of delight. "Pleeeeease .. . now?"
Jeff didn't wait for a second invitation from the wildly trembling girl. He could feel the heat of her aroused feminine. chute as it clutched the squeezed around the burning head of his cock. Her little cuntal tunnel was wet and tight and hot with lust. He couldn't wait another second to drive his aching cock into that burning wetness.
"Oooooooooh!" Bitsy squealed wildly, as Jeff's long prick impaled her firmly. It was sliding in, slipping through the clutching tissues and molten juices. It was- hurtling forward like a rocket, blasting to the back of her squeezing tunnel, and filling her completely with its burning length.
Bitsy thought that she would surely go mad with the breathtaking sensations that swept over her. She could feel her narrow, feminine tunnel squeezing joyfully around Jeff's thick, pulsing rod and there was none of the fear that had assailed her the last time. When Nick's hot, stiff prick had hurtled into her blazing cuntal chute, she had screamed in terror and pain. She was screaming now, too, but her cries were joyful. The excited blonde felt her cuntal tunnel bloom around the width of Jeff's lovely thick cock, clutching and opening like the petals of a rose, and then closing again in a squeeze of pure delight. The squeezing rhythm kept time with the pounding thrusts that Jeff made, as he hurtled his cock back and forth in her blazing tunnel. She was a giant pink sea, trying to capture the hard, ship, that loomed on her horizon, sucking it down and waving against it as it battered and probed into her molten depths. She was a twisting, raging tornado, whirling and spinning, drawing his fiery hard spear into her clutching center as it shook and pounded in her grasping clutches. She was the sky, and he was a rocket burning a blazing path across her heavens, making the stars whirl in a brilliance never before seen that flashed and circled in an explosion of lights and sounds and colors.
"More. . . more. . . more!" Bitsy squealed, tossing her hips and grinding her twisting, heated body against his. The hurtling, driving, pounding pleasure was carrying her away, and she threw herself into it gladly, lifting her hips and meeting his searing lunges with answering thrusts of her own. They were moving together in a rapidly gathering rhythm, breathing closely together until Bitsy wasn't sure which was the sound of her own wailing moans. The cacophony of sound grew louder and higher until she was screaming for him to fuck her, begging for more of his swift probing pleasure, pleading for the one mighty thrust that would release her from her agony of frustration.
Jeff felt the clutching, burning oven of her femininity open, and blast his prick with a breath of fire. Now he was pounding in so deeply, he was almost afraid of hurting her, but still she screamed for more. His arms found her willing legs, and he lifted her quivering asscheeks from the bed until she was climbing him like a lineman shinning up a pole, clutching and thrusting against his cock with her heated tunnel, and wrapping around his body with a burning embrace that left him gasping for air and thrusting madly into her soft, blazing depths. Her arms wrapped around his back and she clawed at him, trying to take him in deeper still, until he was drowning in the flood of her heated juices, going down for the third time in her blazing depths, sinking to the very bottom of her deepest well of churning heat that twisted his cock and sent him back to the surface again like a cork flying out of a bottle of champagne. It was wild and wet and wonderful and Jeff had never expected anything like the wanton, clutching girl beneath him. Of course he'd hoped that she'd be wild and passionate, but he'd never even guessed the full measure of her uninhibited lust.
Jeff felt like hollering out in joy, but he restrained himself at the last possible moment. He didn't want to startle her. Her eyes were wild and glazed with passion and there was no way that he'd take a chance on startling her out of her wild frenzy. He pressed his lips together and gave a muffled yelp of rapture as his cock touched the back of her burning womb and he felt her body lift and cling to his. There was a new, delirious shaking deep inside her molten cuntal chute now and Jeff knew that she was almost at the brink of passion. A few more moments of this driving, pounding fuck and she'd hurtle over the steep edge of orgasm. All he had to do was hang on and keep thrusting to push her over the edge into pure delight.
"Yesssssss!" Bitsy screamed loudly, the pleading sound in her voice echoing back to her own ears and making her quiver even harder. Her clutching heated cuntal tunnel seemed to be trying to turn itself inside out with a squeezing motion that left her completely breathless. She shouted once more and it was happening .. . she was standing on that dizzying peak and one more swift thrust drove her over the edge, screaming as she fell into the abyss of total bliss.
"Aaaaaaaaagh!" Bitsy squealed, her body tensing and then exploding into a million separate pieces, every one quivering delightfully. She laughed joyfully as the separate pieces gathered together and exploded again and again, each explosion more thrilling than the last. If this was that blinding rapture that she'd only read about in books, none of the words had done justice to the heavenly sensations that coursed through her body. This was fantastic and she wanted it again and again.
"MMMMMMMMMMPH!" Jeff shouted, biting his lips to keep the yell of pleasure inside. He could feel the explosions, one by one, and her clutching tunnel was sucking now, squeezing around his cock demandingly and drawing his sperm up to a blazing fire of readiness. There was no way that Jeff could hold it another second. His balls tightened and started to pump, and then the sperm was shooting out of his jerking cock, hurtling to the very back of her twisting, clutching cuntal chute and flying out in a heavy flood of completion.
"AAAAAAAAGH!" Bitsy screamed, feeling the blazing rush of sperm hose deeply in her burning cuntal tunnel. It was splattering and steaming and jetting out in a pulsing force that made her raging channel explode even more delightfully. Another burst, and then another, left its steamy slipperiness on the sides of her clutching cuntal walls until she dropped back to the bed in exhaustion, the flame of passion quenched by his mighty liquid burst.
Jeff looked down at the lovely girl beneath him and grinned. What a fantastic fuck! He'd never had anything like it, and it had been better than his wildest imaginings. He saw her eyes close and then she was sighing deeply, slipping into slumber as peacefully as a well-fed baby.
The grin stayed on Jeff's face for a long time. No wonder she was tired! This had been a big day for her, and then this wild fuck on top of it had put her out like a light. He knew he hadn't said more than three words to her tonight, but talking could wait until tomorrow. He just didn't have the heart to wake her.
Jeff stood up carefully and covered Bitsy with the sheet. Then he dressed silently and stopped to write a short note which he propped up on the dresser. He was whistling cheerfully as he walked down the hall and pressed the button for the elevator. What a fantastic girl! He could hardly wait to talk to her tomorrow!
CHAPTER FIVE
There was a ringing in her ears, and Bitsy sat up groggily to shut off the alarm clock. For a moment the startled girl didn't know where she was, but then she blinked and grinned widely. The hotel. . . the TX-7 ... and that was the telephone, instead of the alarm.
"Yes?" Bitsy answered, still blinking to try to clear her head. She felt marvelous this morning and she knew it was going to be a super day if she could only wake up all the way.
"Good morning, Miss Logan," the girl at the switchboard trilled out cheerily. "It's six-thirty and Mr. Rhodes left a wake-up call at the desk for you last night. He also said to tell you thank you for the very pleasant evening."
"Oh .. . yes," Bitsy responded, "thank you for waking me."
A puzzled frown took the place of Bitsy's smile as she hung up the phone. Thanks for the very pleasant evening? What in the world did he ...
"Oh, noooooo!" Bitsy gasped, her face turning white as she remembered everything about last night in a flash. Her eyes opened wide and she groaned in shock. She had come into the room naked, and he had ...
"Ooooooooh!" Bitsy gasped again, color flooding her cheeks. She certainly hadn't behaved like that, had she? Bitsy quivered with guilty remorse and the tears sprang to her eyes. She had. There was nothing to do but face it, and make sure it never happened again. It was the excitement that had made her slightly crazy last night. First the excitement of seeing the TX-7, and then thinking about Nick, and then the phone call from Mr. Barton, and the way she'd peeked into his office. She'd been half-crazy last night, and she'd do anything to erase her awful response to Jeffs embraces. There was no way to wipe the slate clean. She had behaved like a wild little wanton and she'd done it with Jeff! The head of her crew! How could she face him after last night?
For a moment, Bitsy was frozen with fear. What could she do? She knew she couldn't face Jeff after what had happened. But she wouldn't give up her job driving the TX-7 either. She'd just have to think of something fast and it had better be good.
Bitsy dialed room service for coffee, and after two cups she felt a little calmer. She'd made a drastic mistake but it wasn't too late to straighten things out and start over. She'd talk to Jeff the moment she got to the track and lay down the law. There'd be no more nights like last night, and if he tried to do something like that again, she'd .. . she'd .. . she'd simply kill him!
* * *
"Wait a minute, Bitsy!" Jeff said carefully, staring at the lovely girl's distressed face. "I don't understand. I thought you enjoyed last night just as much as I did."
Bitsy gave Jeff an icy stare. "I did," she admitted, blushing a little, even though she tried not to. "But that's over. It was just a mistake. I'll only see you here at the track, Jeff, and I want you to pretend that last night never happened. I can't let anything interfere with my driving. I don't expect you to understand, but I hope you'll respect my decision. The only place I want to see you is right here and then we'll keep it strictly business!"
Jeff sighed in exasperation. "All right, if that's the way you want it," he agreed, trying to make some sense out of her words. "I still don't understand though. How could I interfere with your driving?"
"Just take my word for it, you could!" Bitsy snapped, letting her emotions get away with her. "I made this same mistake before and I'll never make it again. There's going to be no repeat of last night."
"All right," Jeff said, walking away in disgust. Boy, did he ever have her figured wrong! She really was a man-hater after all. He must have just caught her in a weird mood or something last night. After the way she'd looked at him with those icicles in her eyes, he wouldn't touch her again with a ten foot pole. He didn't need her anyway. There were plenty of girls hanging around the track, and he always managed to find his share. If Bitsy didn't want him, he sure wouldn't beg. He just didn't understand, that was all. She was really a puzzling girl. No other girl had ever responded to him so wildly and then turned him off cold the next morning. If Jeff hadn't decided the idea was ridiculous, he almost would have guessed that she was afraid of him for some unfathomable reason.
* * *
Bitsy was shaking as she eased the TX-7 onto the track and took it around the first curve. She felt like crying. She hadn't expected Jeff to understand, but straightening things out with him had been much harder than she realized it would be.
She felt like turning the car into the pit and changing her mind, but then Bitsy's determination took over and she knew that she couldn't do that. She had to prove to her father and all the guys back at the Golden Circle that she was going to win. She had to keep her mind on winning and forget all about Jeff. Men were trouble with a capital "T" and she didn't need trouble right now. If she let her heart dictate to her mind, she'd end up making a drastic mistake. There was no way that she'd give up racing for any man, even a man like Jeff Rhodes. She'd push the memory of those sweet shuddering thrills she'd felt last night right out of her mind, before she did something foolish. Jeff wasn't going -to tie her down, like a man always did to a woman. He wasn't going to interfere with her career if she refused to acknowledge the way she felt about him. There was no way Bitsy Logan was going to admit that she was falling in love with Jeff. There was only one way to stop herself from falling in love, and that was to refuse to see Jeff except when she absolutely had to. And she'd make sure that there were plenty of other people around so she'd never be alone with him again. If she couldn't trust her traitorous body, at least she could protect herself from ever getting into a situation like last night again. Jeff Rhodes would forget about her soon enough. He was a handsome man and he'd find another girl to keep him happy. He'd find a girl who would be willing to sit at home and darn his socks or whatever women did when they were married to a man. She wasn't going to be content to be any man's slave . . . not even Jeff's!
* * *
"She's good!" Mr. Barton gasped, watching Bitsy flash around the test track. "I think we might just stand a chance at that trophy. What do you think, Lila?"
Lila grinned. Usually Mr. Barton didn't usually ask for her opinion, and it pleased her every time he did. "I think she's a lot better than that meatball you hired last year," Lila giggled. "Wouldn't it be marvelous if she won?"
Mr. Barton nodded. His eyes were still on the car, but there was a strange expression on his face. He was thinking about the unexpected call he had from his father and then the visitor from Florida last night. A worried frown appeared on his forehead. Just a second ago, he'd been all excited about the idea of Bitsy taking first place. Now he wasn't quite so sure.
"That's enough, Lila," Mr. Barton ordered, standing up quickly. "We've spent enough time out here. Let's get back to the office. I've got an appointment at noon."
Lila hurried to keep up with Mr. Barton as he headed toward the car. She had really wanted to stay and watch Bitsy Logan a little longer. She couldn't understand how a girl could enjoy driving a racing car. Bitsy Logan must be really unusual to enter a man's sport like racing. Lila couldn't help but feel a deep respect for any woman who really excelled in a man's field. Of course she'd never do anything like Bitsy. She was perfectly content to stay in her nice job and take care of Mr. Barton whenever he needed her. She and Bitsy Logan were two different types of people. Lila got all her pleasure from pleasing Mr. Barton, and if he wanted to leave right now, that was fine with her. His wish was her command.
* * *
"I called some of the directors last night," Mr. Barton said, glancing uneasily at the young man who sat casually in his office chair. "My father's right. It's true that they approve of entering, a woman driver, but if Bitsy Logan wins, that's another story. The Board is afraid our sales will drop sharply if she takes the trophy. Barton Motors will be very unpopular with the male consumers, if a woman we've sponsored wins the race."
"I told you that yesterday," Nick Edmonds grinned. "I also told you what I could do about it. I think my price is pretty inexpensive, considering the way your sales are going to rise if you go along with my plan. What do you say Mr. Barton? Do we have a deal or what?"
"I don't approve of blackmail!" Mr. Barton said, glaring at Nick. "I don't approve of the tactics you intend to use to keep Miss Logan out of the race!"
"It's my way or nothing at all," Nick grinned. "You know your job isn't worth a plugged nickel if Bitsy wins, and you saw how good she is with your own eyes this morning. What's it going to be? Do I solve your problem or not?"
Mr. Barton sighed heavily. "You solve my problem," he muttered, handing Nick an envelope. "Here's half the money now. You'll get the other half when you deliver. And I want the pictures in my possession right after you take them tonight."
"Sure thing, Boss," Nick grinned. "Now there's just one other thing. I need an assistant... someone who'll take the pictures and someone you're sure we can trust. This is a two-person job. I can't drive your car in the race and take care of Bitsy all by myself. Someone's going to have to help me."
Mr. Barton frowned and then his face relaxed as he thought of Lila. He knew she'd do anything for him. She never questioned his orders and she was loyal and close mouthed. Lila was perfect.
"You want me to WHAT?" Lila gasped, her face turning white. "But Mr. Barton! I thought you wanted Bitsy Logan to win the race! I... I don't understand at all."
"You don't have to understand, Lila," Mr. Barton said firmly. "All you have to do is help Nick. There's a good reason for all of this and I'll explain it later. What I need to know now is whether you'll help me or not."
"Of course I'll help you," Lila replied promptly. "You . . . you're not going to hurt Miss Logan, are you?"
"Of course not!" Mr. Barton snapped. "We're just going to keep her out of the race. No one'll be hurt, Lila .. . you have my word on that."
Nick Edmonds permitted a slight smile to flicker over his face. Mr. Barton had given his word but he hadn't. Of course he wouldn't permanently injure his feisty little female rival, but she wasn't going to be very comfortable either. Nick was planning on getting even for the way Bitsy had treated him when she beat him out in those races. This time he was going to win, and he didn't give a damn whether it was fair or not. He was going to win the West Coast Grand Prix and he didn't care how he did it. Bitsy wasn't going to beat him out on this one. He'd guarantee that! By the time he finished with Bitsy, she'd be so humiliated she'd quit racing for good. It hadn't worked the last time he'd tried it, but this time Nick was positive that he'd succeed. This time he had some power behind him, and Bitsy was going to be helpless and scared by the time this race was over. It was his time for revenge, and revenge would be very sweet indeed!
CHAPTER SIX
Bitsy stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes. She felt more lonely than she'd ever felt in her life. Everything went just the way she had planned, and there were only two more days before the race. Tomorrow she'd take the car out on the course and practice. She had no doubt about her ability to win. The competition was fierce, but the TX-7 had shown its stuff on the test run this morning. The car was well-designed, and she couldn't ask for anything more perfect. Everything was coming up roses for her, but yet she wasn't as excited as she'd thought she would be. As a matter of fact, Bitsy was depressed. Last night with Jeff had upset her more than she'd realized. And she couldn't forget the hurt in his eyes when she'd told him she didn't want to see him again, outside of the track.
Bitsy was feeling completely miserable when the knock came at the door. For a moment, she almost hoped that it was Jeff, but then she fixed a stern expression on her face and hurried to the door. If Jeff was here she'd send him packing in a hurry. There wasn't any time in her life for romance.
"Oh! Hello!" Bitsy gasped, staring into Lila's smiling face. "Uh . .. come in. Don't tell me you have more papers for me to sign."
"No ... no more papers tonight," Lila replied, walking into the room and leaving the door slightly ajar. "I just came to wish you luck on the race. Mr. Barton and I were at the track today and you looked just great. He's very confident that you'll win, you know."
Lila stopped speaking as she saw Bitsy's eyes widen. Then Nick was behind her, stuffing an ether-soaked cloth over her face. Lila felt like a complete traitor as she saw the fear in Bitsy's eyes. She wanted to scream at Nick to stop but she remembered, just in time, that she was doing this for Mr. Barton. Bitsy's fright didn't matter ... or it shouldn't matter. Mr. Barton had to keep Bitsy out of the race or there'd be big trouble. She couldn't let Mr. Barton down just because she felt a little sorry for the terrified girl. Mr. Barton was all that counted. She had to remember that.
"Nice work, Lila," Nick grinned, holding Bitsy tightly as she sagged in his arms. "Now bring the car around to the private entrance and I'll get her into the elevator."
Nick was in luck as he carried the unconscious girl into the hallway. There was no one in sight. Everything went like clockwork and soon he and Lila were speeding toward the test track with Bitsy bundled in the back seat. She was out like a light and every time she started to rouse, Lila dropped a little more ether on the cloth. They could keep her out like this for a long time, if need be.
The guard at the gate recognized Mr. Barton's silver car and waved them through without even looking in the back seat. Nick noticed a light on in the garage but he didn't think anything of it. All the mechanics and the crew were off duty. They probably left a light on so the guard could check the building periodically. He wasn't going anywhere near the garage tonight anyway. His goal was a little shed a block away, where the tires were stored. He had the key in his pocket. No one would ever look for Bitsy there and it was nice and private for the rest of the evening's activities. If Bitsy screamed, there would be no one to hear her. Nick could hardly wait to see the look on Bitsy's face when she realized what was going to happen to her. It was worth more to him than the considerable sum of money he'd gotten from Mr. Barton.
* * *
Jeff paced the floor of his small office restlessly. He still couldn't figure out why Bitsy had given him the brush-off this morning. He had gone over every minute of their evening last night and their conversation this morning and still he couldn't figure it out. There was no reason for Bitsy to act like she had.
The handsome mechanic knew that he should go home and get some sleep. It was late and tomorrow would be a busy day. The qualifying heats would be held in the afternoon and there would be a heavy maintenance schedule on the TX-7 right up until the race. As head mechanic on the pit crew he would be expected to personally inspect any work done on the car in whatever capacity.
Jeff sighed and sat down behind his desk again. There'd be no sleep for him tonight, even if he did go straight home. He might as well stay here and check out the TX-7 once more. At least he'd be doing something useful instead of tossing and turning the way he'd do if he tried to go home to bed. Bitsy Logan had upset him more than he thought. He couldn't seem to get her out of his mind.
* * *
"Nick! You don't have to be so rough!" Lila gasped, shivering a little in the chilly tire shed.
"Mr. Barton promised that no one would be hurt."
"A little roughing up's not going to hurt her any," Nick grinned, tossing Bitsy down on a pile of old tarps and pulling off her clothes. "Just take the pictures and shut up, Lila. This is between Bitsy and me. We're old friends from way back."
Lila pressed her lips together to hold back another protest. She supposed that Nick wasn't really hurting Bitsy, but this whole situation was really beginning to bother her. Bitsy was out like a light, totally unable to defend herself, and Nick shouldn't be man-handling her like this. He didn't have to be cruel, just to set her up for some pictures.
"There!" Nick grinned pulling off the last of Bitsy's clothes and pushing her down on the tarps. "Now we're going to have to wake her up a little for the pictures. It's going to look like a set-up job if her eyes are closed."
Lila nodded. She supposed Nick had a point. Right now Lila didn't really care about the pictures at all. She just wished that she was anywhere but here. She'd never take part in something so disgusting again. The only reason she didn't walk out right now, was because of Mr. Barton. He was counting on her and she'd do it, this once. But she didn't have to like it.
"Wake up, baby!" Nick chuckled, twisting Bitsy's nipples until the lovely girl moaned slightly. "Open up those big blue eyes, baby. You've got to cooperate with your old friend, Nick."
Bitsy's head was swimming around and around. She felt sick to her stomach and she hurt all over. She couldn't seem to open her eyes but she had to. Someone was hurting her and she had to make it stop. She could feel a sharp pinch on her nipples and there was a jumble of voices in her head.
"Get set, Lila," Nick chuckled, giving Bitsy's nipples one last twist. "She's coming around now. I want a nice picture of her sucking my cock. That ought to convince her to drop out of the race."
Lila focused the camera with trembling hands. Now she was sure that she didn't like this one bit. Nick was deliberately being cruel to poor Bitsy and Lila couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. She could see Bitsy's eyelids fluttering now and she steeled herself for the moment when Bitsy woke up. Lila felt like a traitor. Bitsy had trusted her when she let her into the hotel room, and she had betrayed that trust. Even though Lila knew that this was important to Mr. Barton, she still felt just awful about her part in this unfair blackmail scheme. Mr. Barton should have gotten someone else to help him.
Nick unzipped his pants and knelt on the tarp until his stiff cock was even with Bitsy's face. He could hardly wait to see the shock in her eyes. That would pay back for some of the embarrassment he'd endured at her expense. Nick wasn't going to be content with merely taking the pictures either. He had a couple of other ideas up his sleeve. Bitsy was going to do a lot more for him than just suck his cock.
Bitsy felt warm all over and then she started to shiver. She must be dreaming. Her eyes felt like they were weighted down and it was an effort to open them. Finally, after a super-human effort, she managed to raise her eyelids and she blinked in astonishment. She must be still dreaming. This was a nightmare. She was in some sort of shed with tires piled up to the ceiling and there was someone with her. Her mouth opened in surprise and then she heard a voice that sounded very familiar.
"Keep that mouth open, baby," Nick said, motioning to Lila. "Here's something nice and big to fill it up."
Bitsy tried to turn her head but she couldn't seem to control her muscles. Something seemed to be wrong with her body. She thought she was moving but she wasn't. Everything was dim and she seemed to move in slow-motion like a crazy movie.
"Wh .. . what?" Bitsy mumbled, her voice barely audible to her own ears. Her head was whirling and her ears were ringing. There was a funny taste in her mouth and she felt just awful. She had to wake up from this horrid dream. It was the worst nightmare she'd ever had.
"Here you go, baby," Nick chuckled, waving his stiff cock right under Bitsy's nose. "Just take a nice big lick of this. Stick out your tongue like a good girl and lick it all over. You're going to love it."
Bitsy frowned, but she didn't seem to be able to think. It must be Jeff... she thought she recognized the voice that was ringing in her ears. It must be Jeff and she must be dreaming about last night when Jeff was in her hotel room. Yes ... that must be it. There was Jeff's cock right in front of her face and she had to apologize for the way she'd acted this morning at the garage. She shouldn't have turned him off like that. She hadn't wanted to do it. She'd been silly and stupid, and now she had to show him how she really felt about him. She had to show him how much she wanted his lovely cock. Poor Jeff. She had to make it up to him.
"Yesssss," Bitsy breathed, reaching out with her fingers. It seemed to take forever to reach Jeff's lovely hard prick, even though it was only inches away. Then her fingers were around it at last and she could feel the warmth shooting through her body. This wasn't a nightmare after all. It was a lovely, lovely dream, and now she could show Jeff all the things she'd been afraid to show him before. She could do all those wonderful wicked things she'd been thinking about and she could be as wild and wanton as she wanted. This was a dream and in your dreams, you could do anything at all.
"Suck it, baby," Nick growled, pushing the tip of his cock up against Bitsy's trembling lips. "Suck it. .. come on . .. suck it right in."
"Mmmmmmmm," Bitsy murmured. She felt like giggling but she couldn't quite do it. She was floating now and her lips were opening. There was a funny flashing in her eyes as Jeff's hard cock began to slide between her lips. It must be a caution light. She had to hold her position. There must have been an accident on the track up ahead. Now would be the perfect time to pull in for a pit stop but she couldn't seem to see the pit. All she could see was Jeff's hard, pulsing cock sliding in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm," Bitsy moaned, sucking greedily. This wasn't the race. It was only a dream but the caution light was still flashing. She had time to suck Jeff's wonderful cock before the light turned steady green. She had only a few minutes and she wanted to make the most of them. Her tongue swirled lovingly over the heavy hardness of his cock and she drew in with her cheeks, filling her throat with the wonderful long pole of flesh. This was the most wonderful dream she'd ever had. It was too bad everything was so mixed up.
"That's right, baby," Nick grinned, turning his face so that he would appear in the pictures Lila was taking. "Suck it nice, baby . .. suck it real nice and I'll give you a little more."
Bitsy quivered with the rush of heat that filled her body. She wished the caution lights would disappear. They were hurting her eyes and they seemed to be getting brighter and brighter. Now they were almost like flashes of lightning and she could feel her body beat rapidly as the lightning struck her again and again.
"Only three pictures left," Lila hissed, aiming the camera again. "Do you want me to use up all the film?"
"Just a second," Nick chuckled. "I've got another position for the rest of the film. This ought to please your boss. Let's take the others this way."
Lila gasped as Nick tumbled Bitsy back onto the tarp. The bewildered girl was on her back now and Nick shoved her legs apart with a quick, strong motion. Then his cock was tearing into Bitsy's yielding cunt, sliding in so deeply that the girl moaned in pain.
"Jeff!" Bitsy wailed, tears coming to her eyes. "Not so hard ... Ooooooh! You're hurting me!"
"Take it easy!" Lila snapped, aiming the camera once more. Nick was being unnecessarily rough with Bitsy. He didn't have to be so rough to get these pictures. Lila saw Bitsy wince as Nick's big prick hurtled to the back of her defenseless cuntal tunnel, and she felt a sudden pang of sympathy for the girl. Thank goodness she was almost unconscious! Nick was pounding away at her poor body like a trip-hammer.
"Uuuuuugh!" Nick groaned, thrusting to the very back of Bitsy's flaming cuntal chute. He could feel the girl's body respond to his even though he knew he was hurting her. She'd called him Jeff... he'd have to find out who this Jeff was. Perhaps he could get a little more revenge if he knew Bitsy's boyfriend. Now that Nick had started to get even with Bitsy for beating him on the Golden Circle Racetrack, he kind of enjoyed it. He wasn't going to let an opportunity like this go to waste. Once he faced Bitsy with the pictures there might be other fun things he could force her to do. All Mr. Barton wanted was for Bitsy to withdraw from the race. Nick wanted a hell of a lot more than that. He wanted to humiliate Bitsy completely. By the time he was through with her, she'd not only withdraw from this race, she'd never race again!
"Aaaaaaah . . . please!" Bitsy groaned, trying to squirm away from Nick's cruel spearing. Her cuntal tunnel was sore and it felt as if he was pounding her right into the floor. The dream had been wonderful just a second ago, but now it was turning into a nightmare again. If only Jeff would stop being so rough, everything would be just fine.
Even though Bitsy moaned in pain, she felt the heat growing in her invaded cuntal channel. Every lunge was an agony, but it was a pleasure too.
"That's it!" Lila whispered, clicking the last picture and sighing gratefully. "Come on, Nick . .. that's all!"
Nick didn't even hear the whisper. He was much too interested in pounding into Bitsy's quivering cuntal channel. She was really beginning to heat up now, moaning every time he plunged his cock into her heated tunnel. He'd been waiting for this moment for a long time, and Nick wasn't even thinking about the pictures as he continued to pound unmercifully.
"All right!" Lila snapped, walking a little closer to Nick's hurtling back. "I took all the pictures, Nick ... let's get out of here!"
Still Nick didn't answer and Lila frowned. She reached out and shook his shoulder, trying to get his attention. Nick was thrusting and panting like a crazed bull, and Lila was sure that he was hurting Bitsy. She had to stop him. They'd done what they'd come for. The pictures were taken. Now it was time to take Bitsy back to the hotel and report back to Mr. Barton.
Nick turned around and gave Lila a withering stare. "You may be finished, but I'm not!" he snapped, a twisted grin on his face. "Go play with yourself or something. I'm not leaving until I get what I came for."
Lila stepped back a pace. For a second there, she was sure that Nick was going to hit her. He had really turned into an animal and she knew that she couldn't stop him. Nick was determined to keep right on fucking Bitsy until the deed was done. This was more than just an assignment to Nick. There was something here and Lila didn't understand, and she didn't like it at all. It was almost as if Nick were taking a personal revenge in fucking Bitsy like an animal.
Lila huddled against the wall and clutched the camera tightly. She prayed that Nick wouldn't seriously hurt Bitsy. The way he was tearing into Bitsy's cuntal channel made Lila quiver with fear for the girl. Nick's eyes were flashing fire and he was snorting through his nose like a stallion. If he kept his up, he'd have Bitsy screaming in just a minute.
"Uuuuuuugh! Hot!" Nick gasped, driving forward again in a lunge so fierce that Bitsy scooted right up against the wall. "Now, baby . . . NOW!"
Lila's mouth opened in shock as she saw Bitsy's legs quiver. Then Nick hooked his arms around the helpless girl's knees and lifted her legs up high, crushing them against her breasts. Now the poor girl was completely open to him as he lunged and snorted, tearing into her cuntal channel like a knife slicing through soft butter.
"Ooooooooh!" Bitsy moaned, her voice quavering with a new note. Something was happening deep inside her ravaged cuntal tunnel and she felt a fire deep within her, stir to life. This was a nightmare, and Jeff was pounding in her quivering cuntal chute like a crazed animal, but still her body was responding to the punishing strokes of his huge prick. She couldn't seem to control the way her feminine tunnel was quivering and sucking around his hard, brutal cock. She opened her eyes and stared into his face and then she screamed as awareness filled her mind. This wasn't Jeff! It was Nick's face that swam before her eyes. Nick was fucking her in this brutal, sadistic way!
"Noooooooo!" Bitsy squealed, trying to twist away from his searing lunges. Her reactions were slowly, dulled by the drug, but she knew that she had to get away from him somehow. This wasn't a dream! This was really happening and Nick was hurtling his awful, thick cock into her cuntal chute. Nick was raping her again and it wasn't in her mind. This was really happening and it was a living nightmare.
"Lila!" Nick gasped, holding the terrified girl, and realizing that she was beginning to come out of it. "Cover her mouth . . . hurry up! Do you want the guards to come?"
Lila grabbed the other bottle. It was the only thing she could think of to do. She could see the fear in Bitsy's eyes and she knew it would be more merciful if she knocked the poor girl out right now. Maybe Nick wouldn't enjoy his brutal act quite so much, but that was tough. She'd make sure that Bitsy didn't have to endure another moment of this awful experience.
"Hey!" Nick growled, as Bitsy's body suddenly went limp. "What did you go and do that for? You didn't have to knock her out. Shit Lila! Just when I was enjoying it!"
Lila shuddered in revulsion. What kind of man could treat a woman this way? Nick was awful. .. but even as she hated him at this moment, her body began to shake as he stared at her. Some strange corner of her mind was beginning to respond to the wild scene she had seen. Even though Lila didn't want to feel this way, she was beginning to get aroused by Nick's thick, hard cock.
"That was stupid, Lila," Nick said, grinning at her. "I don't want to waste this good fuck on a girl who doesn't know what's happening. I guess I'll just have to settle for someone who's awake.. . hmmmmmmmm?"
"No!" Lila breathed, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. She couldn't let Nick fuck her. That wouldn't be right. She was Mr. Barton's girl. But even as Lila knew she should resist, she felt a gush of creamy juice soak her cuntal slit. She didn't want to respond to Nick, but her body wasn't choosey. Her body didn't care which cock put out the fire. She needed a man, and Nick was here.
Lila shuddered. She could never explain this to Mr. Barton, but she had to do it. She couldn't help herself. Watching Nick's cock hurtle into Bitsy's pink cuntal tunnel had aroused all the passion in her own body.
"Oooooooooh," Lila moaned, as Nick grabbed her arm. Then his hands were pulling off her soaked panties and her arms were reaching out. She felt the first searing thrust of his thick prick and her mind stopped functioning. She couldn't resist. She needed a cock so badly and Nick was going to fill that need.
"Yeah! No wonder Mr. Barton keeps you around!" Nick gasped, driving deeply into Lila's creamy heated cuntal tunnel. "You're a good fuck, baby ... a real good fuck. Of course we don't want Mr. Barton to hear about this, do we? I wouldn't want him to know that you begged me to fuck you after we took the pictures."
Lila quivered in helpless rage. She didn't think that Mr. Barton would believe Nick. .. but she didn't want to take the chance. She wouldn't hurt Mr. Barton for anything in the world.
"Raise your legs up, baby," Nick grinned, seeing the confusion on Lila's pretty face. "Give me a real good time and I won't tell him. You can count on me to come through in a pinch!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jeff pulled the tarp over the TX-7 and wiped his hands on his coveralls. He was through. Now he'd get out of here and catch a few hours sleep. He was tired enough to sleep now. It must be two o'clock in the morning and he had to be up at six tomorrow.
Jeff took a deep gulp of the cool night air as he stepped from the garage. It was nice and peaceful out here. He was the only person at the test center tonight and it felt good to be all alone. It gave him a chance to think without anyone around.
Suddenly Jeff's ears perked up. He listened for a long moment and then he started walking. He could have heard a cat or something but it had sounded like a woman's voice, very faint and far away. It wouldn't hurt to check it out. Maybe some kids had gotten past the security guard and were fiddling around in one of the sheds. He could just take a quick walk around and see if anything was wrong.
Jeff heard the sound again as he walked toward the tire shed. That was really strange. There was no way that anyone could be inside. There was a good knock on the door, and he was the only one with a key to the shed. Of course Mr. Barton had a copy of the key, but Mr. Barton surely wasn't out here at the track at this hour. It had to be vandals if there was anyone in the shed.
Jeff approached the shed with caution. He really should have called the guard first but he hadn't thought of it. If there were vandals in the tire shed he wouldn't go in alone. He'd rush right back and get the guard. But first Jeff was going to take a quick peek to satisfy his curiosity.
The lock looked undamaged, as Jeff examined it carefully. Now he could hear noises coming from inside the shed. There was someone in there and they'd used a key to get in. That was the strangest part of all.
Jeff walked around the far side of the shed and stopped in his tracks as he recognized Mr. Barton's silver car. What the hell! Perhaps the boss was out here after all. Mr. Barton never let anyone else drive his special silver car. He must be inside . .. but what could Mr. Barton be doing in the tire shed?
There was no way Jeff was going to call the guard if Mr. Barton really was inside. The boss had a perfect right to check out any phase of operation at the track, at any time he wished. Two o'clock in the morning was a strange time for a visit, though. And Jeff couldn't imagine what Mr. Barton would want in the tire shed.
Jeff scratched his head and frowned. There was one sure way to find out. He'd just hoist himself up on top of the shed and take a look through the vent on the roof. If he happened to get caught, he could always claim he'd heard noises and climbed up there to investigate. Mr. Barton couldn't be angry about that. He could claim that he hadn't seen the silver car and that he didn't know who was in the shed. It might make Mr. Barton a bit suspicious, but Jeff wasn't intending to get caught.
Jeff held his breath as he quietly pulled himself up to the roof and scaled the incline until he was right over the vent. Then he bent down and peered inside. What he saw almost made him lose his balance and fall right off. It wasn't Mr. Barton in the shed! It was Lila and a guy he'd never seen before!
"Wow!" Jeff breathed, moving around so he could see a little better. Lila was on the floor and the strange guy was really giving it to her. Lila's legs were up around his waist and Jeff could see the way he was pounding his cock right into Lila's eager body. Lila acted as if she just couldn't get enough of the guy's cock.
For a second Jeff was thoroughly puzzled. Of course Mr. Barton had loaned Lila his car, but who was this guy? Jeff had never seen him before. It was possible that he was some out-of-town executive and Mr. Barton had ordered Lila to entertain him, but why here? This was the strangest thing Jeff had ever seen!
As Jeff watched, he felt a familiar tightening in his groin. Lila was sure a beauty. Of course she couldn't compare with Bitsy, but Jeff reminded himself that it was all over with Bitsy. After the way she'd acted this morning, it was clear that she didn't want to have any more to do with him. He couldn't help but think of the way she'd acted when he'd fucked her last night. He'd do anything to get her to act like that again. She was probably at the hotel right now, sleeping like a baby. If he had the nerve, he'd go right to the hotel now and straighten things out.
The longer Jeff watched, the hornier he got. Lila's legs were quivering wildly and he could tell that she was having a great time. He could just imagine what it would be like if he were fucking Bitsy that same way. He was going to have to do something about this hard cock of his. It was practically killing him. Every time that guy lunged into Lila's heated cuntal tunnel, Jeff thought of Bitsy, and a low groan escaped his lips. What he wouldn't give to be fucking her right now. She couldn't have been serious this morning about not seeing him again except at the track. Maybe there'd be some way to chance her mind if he could get her alone.
* * *
Lila felt the shaking start deep in her molten cuntal chute. She couldn't stand Nick, after the cruel way that he'd treated Bitsy, but her feelings didn't have anything to do with the way her body was responding to his quickening thrusts. It felt like he was going to fuck right through the back of her cuntal tunnel, and the sensation was so wild that Lila just had to squeal with pleasure. It felt like her whole cuntal chute was shimmering, churning wildly and gripping his cock with spasms of desperate urgency. She hadn't wanted to fuck anyone but Mr. Barton. She still didn't want anyone except her boss . . . but Nick's hurtling cock was heating her cuntal chute with a boiling fire. She just couldn't control the wild, searing thrills that swept over her body, and she tossed her head back and forth on the dirty shed floor, feeling the grit grind into her hair. She didn't care about getting dirty. She didn't care about being uncomfortable. She didn't care if her asscheeks were scraping on the rough wooden planks. There wasn't a thought in Lila's mind except the longing for more of Nick's hard lunges to satisfy her hungry cunt.
"Yessssss!" Lila shouted, opening her mouth wide in a scream of lust. "Give it to me! Fuck me, Nick! Fuck me hard!"
Nick grunted, and his face turned almost purple as he rounded the final curve and came across the finish line. His cock stretched out and jerked spasmically as his balls began to pump as he let out a howl of completion. Then the pulsing jets of sperm began to explode from the tip of his cock, rushing into Lila's quivering cuntal channel like rain into the thirsty desert. He could feel her cunt drink his hot bursts and the explosions came faster and faster, drenching her in a flood of cum that turned into a flash of burning wetness.
Lila squealed, digging her heels into Nick's back. Her cuntal channel started to rumble deep inside and then she was exploding too, her molten juices joining the flash flood to fill her shaking tunnel completely and churn and ripple inside her until she was filled to overflowing.
"AAAAAAGH! YESSSSSSSSS!" Lila groaned, screaming and moaning as the flood went on and on. The juice was running out of her fluttering cuntal chute now, leaking into sticky rivers on her legs and combining with the dust on the floor to make patches of sticky mud on her legs. This had to be the best fun in the world. If only Mr. Barton would fuck her like this instead of being in such a big hurry every time. Then she wouldn't need to fall prey to a situation like this because her greedy cunt dictated to her body.
* * *
Jeff pressed his hand to his cock and groaned softly. He'd never been this horny in his whole life. He knew he couldn't leave now. He couldn't climb down off the roof in this condition. He'd have to wait until this little party was over before he tried to make his descent.
Jeff held his position, even though it was killing him. Now Lila was crawling unsteadily to her feet and the guy was putting on his pants. They were about ready to leave, Jeff knew he couldn't have taken another minute of that wild fuck before he would have fallen off the roof with his jerking cock in his hand.
Jeff watched while Lila picked up a huge purse from the floor. He wondered what women put in those monstrous purses anyway. This was the biggest one he'd ever seen. It looked almost like a camera bag, but that was ridiculous. What would Lila be doing with a camera bag for a purse. It's probably some new style or something.
Next the man disappeared from view. A second later Lila disappeared too, and then there was a long moment when he could see nothing but the bare interior of the shed. Jeff couldn't imagine what they were doing for so long. They hadn't come out the door yet and they must be doing something.
After a few more tense moments, Jeff heard the door open and he crawled over to the edge of the roof to peek down. It took them a long time to come out of the door and when they finally did, they were supporting someone between them.
"Come on, Bitsy . .. walk!" the guy ordered, gripping her arms tightly. "Hold it, Lila. She's too far gone to walk. I'll have to carry her."
Jeff's mouth dropped open in astonishment as he caught a glimpse of Bitsy's face. She looked as if she'd belted down a whole bottle of booze all by herself. He watched Lila and the guy load Bitsy into the back of the car, and his heart pounded in his chest. So it hadn't been just a two person party. Bitsy had been there too!
"You drive," the guy grinned as he started to climb into the shotgun seat. "Two women in one night is my limit. I'm beat. We'll drop her first and then you can go tell Mr. Barton we're back. I'm going to crash."
Jeff's forehead wrinkled in a puzzled frown as the silver car drove off. He still didn't know what was going on. It just didn't make any sense. There was only one thing Jeff was sure of. He wasn't going to bother thinking about Bitsy Logan anymore. It hadn't taken her very long to find someone to fuck her tonight. She sure as hell hadn't been sitting in her hotel room thinking about him, as he had hoped. And Bitsy had lousy taste in men, as far as Jeff was concerned. That guy had looked like a first class asshole.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bitsy's head hurt so badly, she could hardly open her eyes when the telephone rang. She sat up with a puzzled frown as she heard Mr. Barton's request. She was supposed to report to his office right away.
"Oooooooh!" Bitsy groaned, stumbling toward the bathroom for the aspirin bottle. She'd never had a headache like this in her life. It felt like little men with hammers were pounding on the inside of her skull with axe picks.
The headache hadn't left by the time Bitsy was ushered into Mr. Barton's office. She felt a moment's uneasiness as she stared at Lila. There was something she should remember, but she couldn't quite put! her finger on it. It must have something to do with that horrid dream she'd had last night. She didn't remember much of it, but it had been a nightmare like none other. Lila had been in it, and Jeff and .. . Nick! There was something about flashing yellow caution lights that really weren't caution lights, and Nick making her suck his cock, and Jeff fucking her, and Lila smothering her with something. She shuddered violently as she began to remember a little of it. She never wanted to dream, something like that again!
"Good morning, Bitsy," Mr. Barton said, motioning her to a chair. "I have something we'd better discuss privately before you go out to the track today. I think you might change your mind about being in the race, after we discuss our little business."
"Wh ... what?" Bitsy gasped. "But Mr. Barton ... nothing could change my mind about entering the race! I can hardly wait until the qualifying runs this afternoon!"
"I'm afraid you won't be making those runs, my dear," Mr. Barton said, not meeting her eyes. "Perhaps I should call in my new driver to explain the whole thing. He seems to be a lot better at it than I am. I... I just want you to know that it isn't anything personal, Bitsy. If it were up tome, I'd be delighted to have you race the TX-7. Unfortunately, the Board has decided that it would be bad for business to let a woman win. I'm afraid it's my fault, Bitsy. You see, I never thought you'd be good enough to win, but now that I've found out how excellent a driver you are, I just can't take the chance on letting you drive."
"Wait a minute!" Bitsy fumed. "Are you firing me, Mr. Barton? Is that what you're trying to tell me? You can't, you know. I've got a contract that says I drive the TX-7 in the West Coast Grand Prix. I'm not giving up my contract!"
"We were afraid you'd say that," Nick said, striding into the room. "I think you're going to change your mind, Bitsy, honey. Just as soon as you open this envelope."
"NICK!" Bitsy gasped, her face turning white. She thought she'd never have to see Nick Edmonds again and now that she was actually face to face with him, Bitsy felt like throwing something at him. Nick Edmonds was despicable! If Mr. Barton weren't here, she'd attack him, screaming and clawing like crazy, even if he was a lot bigger than Bitsy's face grew pale as she thought of the startling coincidence. She'd dreamed of Nick just last night and now today he appeared in Mr. Barton's office. It made her wonder, for a second, about her memory. Of course last night had just been a dream, but it was frightening to think that she'd dreamed about Nick the night before she saw him. It gave her a very strange feeling that there was something about last night she should remember. Something very important... but what?
"Open the envelope, Bitsy, baby," Nick grinned, placing the large manilla envelope in her hands. "Or do you want me to do it for you?"
"Noooo," Bitsy whispered. She didn't know what was in the envelope but she had the feeling that whatever it was, was better left undisclosed. She didn't want to see what was in the manilla envelope and she wouldn't open it if her life depended on it.
"Still the stubborn little girl, hmmmmmm?" Nick grinned, taking the envelope from Bitsy's cold fingers and opening it quickly. Then he held it upside down and let the pictures scatter out on the desk top.
"Of course we could have done better in a studio, but it wouldn't have been so artistic," Nick grinned, noticing Bitsy's wide-eyes expression on shock. "I do think they turned out beautifully. And Lila's not even a professional photographer!"
"Noooooooooo!" Bitsy moaned again, blinking rapidly, as if her blink could make the awful obscene photographs disappear. Her knees started shaking and she sank weakly into a chair. Last night hadn't been a dream, and here was the horrid proof right here!
Mr. Barton felt a rush of sympathy as he looked at Bitsy's shocked face. He wasn't enjoying this part of it at all. He just didn't have the stomach for this sort of thing. For a moment, Mr. Barton almost called off the whole thing but then he thought of his father, and he steeled himself against showing how much the blackmail scheme disgusted him. He had to keep Bitsy out of the race or he'd lose his position as President of Barton Motors. His father wouldn't hesitate to replace him, if he didn't follow his instructions. Samuel Osborne Barton hadn't mellowed with his years and he still held the deciding vote on the Board. Winston Barton's father was aptly named. His initials were S.O.B. and the retired executive was proud of living up to his initials. If Winston wanted to keep his job as President of the multi-million dollar corporation, he had to follow his father's instructions to the letter. This was no time to let sympathy for Bitsy get in the way of his drive to succeed in his father's footsteps.
"I'll wait for you in your hotel room, Bitsy," Nick grinned, staring down at the photographs once more. "I'm sure you wouldn't want a copy of these pictures sent to your father. You wouldn't want that, would you, baby?"
"Noooooo!" Bitsy whispered, gripping the arms of the chair so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "No, please! Don't do that!"
"They'll be no need for anything like that if you make the statement Nick has prepared," Mr. Barton said softly. "Why don't you leave us now, Nick, and we'll discuss the financial arrangements."
Nick ran his fingers over one of the pictures and grinned again. "I'll be waiting, baby," he laughed. "Just don't take too long getting down to your room. I've got to be out to the track in an hour. We wouldn't want to be disqualified because we missed the trial heats, would we?"
Bitsy heard the door close behind Nick and still she couldn't say anything. Nick had won, after all. Now he'd race the TX-7 in the big race and she'd never be able to drive again. She was trapped and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Don't feel so badly, my dear," Winston Barton said, trying to think of some way to make the shocked girl feel a little better. "You'll get the full sum of money named in your contract of course, and they'll be other races. I want you to know that this isn't personal, Bitsy. The moment that Nick starts the race as driver of the TX-7, you'll get your pictures back. I'll shred and mail them myself.".
Bitsy took the check Mr. Barton gave her, automatically. Her first instinct was to throw it right back in his face. Then she remembered her father and how much the money would mean to his business. She couldn't refuse Mr. Barton's money, even though she wanted to.
Bitsy raised her eyes and stared at Mr. Barton intently until he flinched and turned away. "I wouldn't like to be in your shoes," she whispered, not trusting her voice. "I feel sorry for you if you're nothing but a figurehead at Barton Motors. A real man would tell the Board of Directors to go to hell and run the company his way."
Winston sat and looked at the door for a full minute after Bitsy had left. Then he sighed guiltily.
He supposed he wasn't a real man, treating her like this. He should tell his father to shove it and do things his own way, but Winston had never stood up to his father once in his whole life. He wasn't about to start now. There was too much at stake and proving that he was a real man to Bitsy Logan wasn't the issue here ... or was it? Bitsy had said she felt sorry for him, and no one had ever said something like that to Winston Barton before. The girl had a point, but it wasn't worth giving up everything he'd worked so hard all his life to get.
Winston leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. He felt like a rotten bastard. The look in Bitsy's eyes had shamed him for a moment, but he couldn't let that bother him for long. He had to prepare a statement for the press. Bitsy would recover from this shameful little episode and he'd see that one of the big racing firms hired her after all this was over. He could make up for the dirty trick they'd played on her if she got a good job out of the deal. That ought to make him feel a little better... he hoped!
CHAPTER NINE
Jeff still couldn't believe it. Bitsy had withdrawn as driver of the TX-7. The new driver was out there right now, and every time Jeff thought of him, his face got redder. The new driver was Nick Edmonds, the man he had seen with Bitsy and Lila last night. Of course Nick was good, but Jeff didn't believe for a second, the story Nick had given him about Bitsy deciding that the race was really a man's event. He had gotten the impression that Bitsy Logan wasn't the type of girl to hand over her place in the race to her boyfriend, but that was what Nick had claimed. He said that Bitsy had called him in last night, after she realized what tough competition she was up against.
The more Jeff thought about it, the more he burned. Bitsy was every bit as good a driver as Nick. He knew he had no business butting in. Nick was obviously Bitsy's boyfriend. What he had seen last night convinced him of that. Still... he hadn't figured Bitsy for being a three-way swinger either. She certainly hadn't acted like she had a boyfriend in the wings the other night in her hotel room. The whole thing was like a Chinese Puzzle, and Jeff couldn't find the solution even though he thought he had all the pieces. There was only one way to solve this puzzle and that was to talk to Bitsy herself. Right after he was through at the track today, he was going to call her and insist that she see him. He just couldn't believe that he could be that wrong about Bitsy.
* * *
"Don't you think you'd better get plenty of sleep tonight," Bitsy said icily, staring at Nick with hate in her eyes. "It's getting late and the race is tomorrow."
"I've got a few things on my mind besides racing," Nick grinned, sweeping his eyes over Bitsy's curvy body. "I always like to have a ball the night before a race. It keeps me on my toes, and you and I both know how important that is, don't we, baby?"
"Wh .. . what do you mean?" Bitsy gasped, her face flaming. "Haven't you done enough? I did everything you and Mr. Barton told me to. Thanks to you, I'm out of racing for good. No one'll ever hire me again, now that I backed out of this race!"
Nick saw the tears appear in Bitsy's big blue eyes and he grinned even wider. This was his retaliation. Only one more thing would make it complete. He wished that Jeff, the chief mechanic could see Bitsy now. The minute Nick heard Jeff's name this morning, he knew that Jeff was the guy Bitsy was crying for last night If he could mess up her romance with Jeff, then he'd really have a total revenge.
Just as Nick was ready to make a grab for Bitsy, the phone started ringing. He gave her a nasty little grin and held her at arm's length, staring at her tear-stained face.
"I'll answer that," Nick decided suddenly. "You just get your clothes off and get ready for me. Nothing's going to interrupt the little party we're going to have tonight, and if you have any silly ideas about running, just remember that Mr. Barton'll send those pictures to your father if I tell him you haven't been very cooperative."
Bitsy's eyes filled with tears as Nick shoved her onto the bed. He wasn't kidding. Nick really would convince Mr. Barton to send the pictures to her father if she didn't do exactly what he wanted. She'd rather die than let her father see those awful pictures. She had to go along with whatever Nick said. She had to force herself to do everything, no matter how humiliating, so that her father would never have to know what a mess she'd gotten herself into. He had been right all along. A man's field was too rough for a woman alone. She should have gone to Aunt Mary's in Boston. If she'd never gotten started in racing, none of this would ever have happened.
"Well. . . what a coincidence!" Nick chuckled, grinning at Bitsy and talking into the phone. "Yeah .. . she's here but she's kind of tied up right now. I'll tell you what, buddy. Why don't you come on up here and join us. We're about to have ourselves a little party and there's no reason in the world why you shouldn't be in on it. I'll leave the door open in case we're .. . er . .. otherwise occupied. Just come on in and don't bother to knock. Bitsy'll love having you here too."
"Noooooooo!" Bitsy whispered, after Nick had hung up the phone. "You.. . you can't! Please, Nick.. . I don't want to ... to party like this! You can't make me do it... I won't!"
"Oh, I think you'll change your mind in a hurry when you think about it," Nick grinned, reaching out to twist Bitsy's nipples. "You just go along with everything I say and your father'll never see those nice little pictures. Mess me up arid he gets a set in the mail the morning after the race ... in glowing color."
Bitsy stared into Nick's glittering eyes and she knew there was no escape. She wished that she could curl up and die, but just wishing to die didn't make it happen. Nick was getting his final revenge in a way that was so humiliating, Bitsy didn't think that she could bear it. Now he was letting one of his friends come up here, and they were both going to take turns with her. And she would have to do it to keep her father from seeing those shameful pictures.
"You just be real nice to my buddy," Nick grinned, sliding his fingers over Bitsy's body and squeezing her round, full breasts. You be a real party girl tonight and I'll make sure you get the pictures tomorrow. You just act nice and sweet and sexy, and everything's going to be just fine."
Nick gave another lewd little chuckle as he felt a rush of excitement speed through his body. This was 'going to be a real trip. It was much better than if he'd planned the whole thing. That guy, Jeff, had been giving him mean looks all day and Nick figured that he'd kill two birds with one stone. Jeff would see Bitsy for the little bitch she really was, and Bitsy would be defeated at last. He'd make Bitsy act like a little wanton tonight and he'd get the pleasure of seeing their romance disappear in a puff of smoke. No guy liked to think that the girl he was sweet on would do it with everybody and anybody, and Jeff would think that Bitsy was a two-timing bitch. That would be something to see!
"Get down here and suck my cock!" Nick growled, slapping Bitsy hard on her rounded butt cheeks. "Come on, baby. . . we're going to have a hell of a party tonight! You're just going to love the other guy who's coming up here. He's a real stud."
Bitsy shuddered in fright, but there was no mistaking the tone in Nick's voice. She knew she'd have to do anything he said. Somehow she had to get through this night and then it would be al over. If she could just block out what was happening, she'd survive, somehow. At least she still had Jeff on her side. He surely couldn't believe that she had dropped out of the race on her own. He must know that something was wrong. She'd be able to tell him what had happened after it all was over. Jeff would believe her. He had to!
"Open your mouth, baby . . . here it comes," Nick chuckled, holding his cock in his hand. He jammed it at Bitsy's mouth and she groaned as it pressed right up against her full red lips. This was the most humiliating moment of her life, but at least no one would know about it. This time Lila wasn't here to take pictures. Nick and this other man would be the only ones who witnessed her humiliation tonight.
He gripped her face and pried her mouth open forcefully. His big, hot prick was sliding in... filling her mouth until she thought she'd choke. And all the while she could hear his chuckle of amusement as she swallowed convulsively and shivered in fear.
"Suck it good, baby," Nick grinned, holding her head so tightly that she couldn't move. "Remember...you'd better do a good job or I won't be able to tell Mr. Barton that you cooperated. Come on, baby .. . blow me! You did a better job than that last night and you were half dead."
Bitsy had the urge to spit Nick's big, hard cock right out of her mouth and scream, but she thought about what would happen if she resisted. She swallowed once more and then her tongue started to move. The sooner she got this awful act over with, the better. She'd beat Nick at his own game. She'd suck his cock so well that he'd come before he wanted to, and then it would be over. Then she'd never have to do something like this again.
Bitsy's tongue started to move as a glimmer of an idea came into her mind. She'd suck Nick's cock better than anyone ever had before. Then, after the race, she'd kill him if he ever tried to come near her again. He had won this time, but he'd never get her into this position again. She'd turn him on so completely that he'd crave her again. Then, when he tried to find her, she'd disappear off the face of the earth. That was the only way to treat men like Nick. She'd be super, and then she'd be gone. He'd sweat every time he remembered this night and he'd know that he could never have her again.
Bitsy began to suck wildly on Nick's big cock as she heard him start to groan. If he wanted his cock sucked, she'd do it like a pro. If she kept this up, he wouldn't be able to hold it for long.
"Awwwwww, yeah!" Nick gasped, his face turning red. She sure was a hot little number. Bitsy had learned how to suck cocks from someone. She hadn't been this good last night. This was fantastic, and Nick's balls started to quiver wildly as he felt the burning length of her tongue milk his hard, jerking shaft. She was a wild little tiger and he was taming her tonight. She'd be eating out of his hand after the night was over. It just took a real man to know how to handle a woman and Nick figured he was the one to handle Bitsy. Just look at how wildly she was sucking his prick. He had her right where he wanted her. This was what he'd been dreaming of ever since that first night in his apartment. Bitsy was defeated and he was going to reap his reward.
Bitsy began to tremble as she sucked harder and harder. She didn't want to feel anything at all tonight, but the heavy pressure of Nick's rigid cock on her tongue was sending a rush of heat through her body. She couldn't seem to stop the way her cuntal channel was heating, gushing out floods of creamy juice. The last thing Bitsy wanted was to respond to Nick's hard, long prick, but her body was taking over again. She couldn't help but think of what it would be like to have that hard, heavy shaft in her swimming cuntal chute. Just the thought of it made rivers of cream fly out of her spasming pink cuntal mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Bitsy moaned, trying to stop the unwanted response of her body. The more she tried to stop, the more her body began to quiver and ache. She just couldn't help it. Even though she hated Nick, her body didn't recognize that hate. The only thing her lusting body cared about was the heavy hardness of Nick's cock.
Bitsy was trying so hard not to respond that she hardly heard it when Nick's buddy arrived. She heard a gasp and then Nick started chuckling.
"Well, good buddy," he laughed. "Don't look so shocked. You can see Bitsy's just dying for a good party. She's been telling me that there aren't enough real men around here to satisfy her. Bitsy can't live without a nice big cock in her life."
Jeff's mouth dropped open in amazement. When Nick had said a party, he had expected a couple of drinks or something. He just couldn't believe what he was seeing. Bitsy certainly wasn't acting like she had yesterday morning! And all this time he'd been feeling almost guilty for catching her off guard in her hotel room! Boy had he been a prize fool. Bitsy had been just playing games with him while she waited for Nick to arrive.
"Don't wait around, buddy," Nick grinned. He gave Jeff a lewd wink. "Bitsy's just dying for some nice hard cock in her ass. Come on and give her a big old jab right where she needs it. Or are you one of those boys she's been talking about? The one's who don't know how to fuck her right?"
Bitsy couldn't believe what she was hearing. She almost passed out from fear. She couldn't believe that any man would do what Nick wanted this guy to do. Surely this man wouldn't shove his cock up her tiny anal ring! No one could be that crude!
"Well... are you going to join the party or shall I call someone else?" Nick goaded. "How about it?"
"Count me in!" Jeff gasped, staring at Bitsy's shivering asscheeks. "This is one party I wouldn't miss for the world!"
Bitsy's head whirled and she felt the room spin around. She recognized that voice! It was Jeff, and even as her mind balked at the thought, she heard the sound of his harsh breathing as strong arms gripped her from behind. He was going to do it! Jeff was going to rape her anally and she was trapped to endure the ultimate humiliation form the man she loved!
CHAPTER TEN
Jeff was just finishing his fourth drink when he saw Lila and Mr. Barton come into the hotel bar. He stared at Lila for a long moment, and then he got up from his table and hurried out to the house phone. He had to call Bitsy sooner or later and it had better be now. At least Lila wasn't partying with Bitsy and Nick tonight. He might catch Bitsy alone if he was lucky and called right now. He just had to find out what was happening. He couldn't believe that he'd been so wrong about her.
"Damn!" Jeff muttered as he hung up the phone. He didn't want to go up to Bitsy's room when Nick was there, but now he didn't have any choice. At least he could go up and have a drink with them. The whole situation was getting weird. There were a lot of things Jeff didn't understand but he was going to find out about them if he could. Nick had been really friendly on the phone, and that made Jeff even more puzzled. They hadn't said more than a couple of sentences to each other today, and now Nick was acting like they were long lost buddies.
Jeff smiled a tight little grin as he took the elevator up to Bitsy's floor. Nick had said something about walking right in, just in case they were otherwise occupied. What the hell did that mean? He just hoped that Bitsy wasn't drunk again tonight. He was really beginning to change his opinion of her in a hurry.
The moment that Jeff had opened the door, he realized what Nick had meant about being otherwise occupied. He just couldn't believe that Bitsy was sucking greedily on Nick's cock when she knew he was going to walk through the door. At first Jeff had entertained ideas that maybe Bitsy was being forced to act against her will. Any motion of that soon disappeared as he saw the way she was sucking Nick's prick. Her cheeks were ballooning in and out, and there was an expression of concentration on her face that let Jeff know she wasn't even aware of him. She was totally fascinated by Nick's prick, and Jeff felt like turning- right around and walking out. He'd been a real fool for ever getting involved with Bitsy. It seemed as if she'd been playing both ends against the middle all the time. The moment Nick had appeared on the scene she had cut him dead, and all that bunk about not interfering with her driving had been a great line. She hadn't been intending on driving anyway. She was just going along with the publicity Mr. Barton wanted, advertising that he had a woman driver. They'd probably planned it all out beforehand. Bitsy backed out at the last minute and her boyfriend brought the TX-7 in to victory. That way Barton Motors couldn't lose. They'd hired a woman driver to show how liberal they were, but then they ended up with a man after all. It was a great scheme, but he had really thought that Bitsy wasn't the type of girl to get involved in publicity stunts like that. He'd been totally wrong about her.
Jeff's temper flared when Nick goaded him about not being man enough to fuck Bitsy in the ass. He'd show Bitsy what kind of a man he was! If she wanted it in her tight little second pussy, that was exactly where he'd give it to her. And it would be a pleasure too. He'd almost fallen for her little tricks, but now that he was wise to the kind of girl she really was, Jeff couldn't wait to fuck her just as hard as he could. That would kill any feeling he had left for her. And he'd thought that she was afraid of men! That was hilarious!
Bitsy trembled as Jeff lifted her to his feet, and then his fingers were dipping in her swimming cuntal slit. She felt the lust flood over her in waves as her quaking cuntal mouth gushed out another heated river of juice. She was so hot, she felt as if she were burning up, and there was no way that Jeff could fail to notice that. There was no hope for her now. Even if she managed to get to Jeff after the race and tell him that she'd been blackmailed by Mr. Barton, he'd never believe her. How could she prove it? Jeff would never believe that she was being forced to suck Nick's cock. He could feel the way her quivering cuntal groove was flooding. He would never believe that she had tried not to respond to Nick's big prick in her mouth. He'd think she was a cheap little wanton and there was no way she could ever convince him otherwise. The whole thing was just too confusing and wild. She hardly believed what was happening herself!
Jeff didn't say a word as he plunged his fingers up Bitsy's trembling cuntal chute. He could feel her quake with outrage at the way he was handling her, but he didn't care. Jeff was more than a little drunk, and the sight of Bitsy sucking Nick's cock had driven him over the brink into lusty madness. He could just kick himself for not guessing the truth about her. She was just a little lying cheat, trying to make her boyfriend look good for the race. She'd been just playing games with him, telling him how important winning was to her and letting him fuck her the other night. He'd been duped and Jeff's anger served to make him even more violent. He was going to take a lot of pleasure out of this night. And he wasn't going to be the nice, gentle guy he thought Bitsy liked. If she wanted it rough, he'd give it to her that way.. . and it would be even more than she'd bargained for.
"Mmmmmm!" Bitsy moaned, feeling Jeff's finger plunge into the tightly clenched ring of her anus. She shocked girl thought she'd surely faint as his finger sawed back and forth in her quivering anal cavity. She never dreamed that Jeff would do something like this. Even more than being painful, it was horribly embarrassing. She could feel her asscheeks quiver as he held her high in the air, and she tried to jerk her head up to beg him to stop. He just couldn't do this to her! Nothing was worth this kind of horrid humiliation! She'd shout out for him to stop and take the consequences.
Bitsy tried to jerk her head back from Nick's huge cock but a strong head pushed her head back down. Nick was smothering her with his jerking prick. She couldn't even shout out for help. He was holding her down, and now there was nothing she could do except let the tears rush from her eyes in a flood of supreme embarrassment. Nick had guessed that she wouldn't stand for this kind of humiliation, and he was making sure that she didn't shout out for Jeff to stop.
"MMMMMPH!" Bitsy squealed, her voice effectively muffled around the huge pole of Nick's cock. She heard Nick chuckle and she started crying even harder. She was helpless and Jeff was going to do it. She could tell that he was mad with lust. He thought she'd played tricks with him the other night and now he was taking his revenge as well. She was trapped between two men and she was caught like a mouse in a trap. She couldn't even cry out for help!
Bitsy struggled futilely for a moment until she realized that it was doing no good. She couldn't get away from Nick, and Jeff had her pinned from behind. There was nothing to do except try to get through this somehow. If she got through this night, she'd never look at another man. Jeff was just as bad as Nick.
Jeff felt a momentary rush of sympathy as he jerked his finger out of Bitsy's quivering little anus. If he didn't know better, he'd swear that she was frightened. Of course a girl who played wild games with men like Nick had probably done this lots of times before. It made him shake with rage as he thought about how many men had used her like this. She was undoubtedly used to it. Any girl who chose Nick for a boyfriend had to be used to wild times, and Bitsy had proved that she'd do anything for a wild time. She'd gotten drunk with Nick and Lila last night, hadn't she? He'd seen that with his own eyes. And she wasn't begging him to stop right now when he got ready to plunge his heated cock up her tiny anus. If she didn't want him to do it, she'd say something now. She must want it-just like Nick said.
Jeff didn't realize that Bitsy was effectively muffled by Nick's huge prick in her mouth. He didn't even think of that. He was mad and he was drunk. Jeff wasn't thinking too clearly at all right now. All he knew was that he'd better hurry and shove his cock into Bitsy's hot little anal channel before he shot all over her moist, heated asscheeks. Jeff had always dreamed of fucking a woman this way, but none of the girls he'd dated had wanted to try it. Here was the chance of a lifetime ... a willing, wild girl who was going to love it. He'd be damned if he'd have second thoughts about treating Bitsy with consideration. She hadn't thought twice about his feelings when she laid down the law the other morning. There was no reason in the world why he should be considerate with her now.
Bitsy felt her body quiver in fear as Jeff centered his hot, slippery cockhead up against her quivering anal ring. He was going to do it! She'd been hoping that he'd back out at the last moment. His finger had smarted and burned when he jammed it up her tightly quivering anal tunnel, and Bitsy shuddered to think of what it would be like to have something as big as Jeff's prick hurtle into the tiny opening of her ass. She had to do something to take her mind off what was happening. She'd think of something else and maybe it would be over before long.
Bitsy trembled as she sucked Nick's cock to the very back of her throat. At least she could try not to make a sound when Jeff did this awful thing.
She could be brave even if she was frightened to death. She wouldn't let him know how much he frightened her. It was her one thought as she felt his burning prick begin to side forward. She couldn't let him know how humiliated and beaten she really was.
Jeff felt a surge of power as he mashed the tip of his prick up against Bitsy's trembling anus. She sure was tight for a girl who went to wild parties all the time. If he didn't know better, he'd swear that she'd never done this before. Of course that was ridiculous. Nick had said that she loved it. Nick had no reason to lie, and Bitsy hadn't contradicted him. "Mmmmmm!" Bitsy moaned, unable to stop the involuntary gasp of pain that escaped around Nick's big prick. Jeff's huge cock was a blazing tree trunk spearing her body. She felt the tightly quivering ring of her anus stretch and then there was a blast of pain that made her head spin around in hazy circles. Everything was spinning wildly now and the welcome blackness closed over her as Jeff's huge spear hurtled up the quivering, blazing channel of her anus.
Jeff clenched his fists and drove in as hard as he possibly could. Suddenly he felt Bitsy's fiery tunnel relax for an instant, and then he was hurtling all the way to the back of her fiery little furnace, slipping into the heated walls of a sheath so tight and hot, he thought he'd never fit in.
"Tight, huh?" Nick grinned, pushing Bitsy's head down all the way. The girl seemed to be unconscious, but she was still swallowing. Now his prick was jerking all the way down her throat and he started to chuckle at the expression of pleasure on Jeff's face. This would be the last pleasure Jeff ever got from Bitsy. He'd see to that. He was going to get another set of pictures from the one negative he'd saved out from Mr. Barton's envelope. Bitsy wouldn't ever be able to escape him now. He had her trapped for good and he'd make sure that she obeyed his every whim. He'd never give her the chance to fuck anyone except buddies of his and she'd never race again. Nick had that all sewed up.
Bitsy gradually became aware of a soreness that seemed to invade her whole body. Her eyes fluttered open, and she felt Nick's cock in her mouth. Consciousness came to her in a rush and she sucked hard on Nick's long cock to keep from screaming from the fiery pain that was rippling through her ravaged anus. He was doing it! Jeff was pounding his long, hot prick in and out of her ass tunnel, and she'd never be able to endure it.
Bitsy wiggled her hips just a little to try to squirm away from the blazing poker of Jeff's thick cock. It felt a little better now. Of course it still hurt dreadfully, but that first sharp pain had diminished, and now her clinging anal tunnel was merely sore. She could stand this if it didn't get any worse than this.
Now that Bitsy realized that she wasn't going to die from this humiliating and painful experience, her mind began to work again. Just as soon as the race started, she'd run away. She'd send her father all the money that Mr. Barton had given her, and then she'd just disappear somewhere. She'd take up some sort of trade like bookkeeping, or teaching and she'd never have anything to do with a man or a car again. Her father would be disappointed that she'd gotten out of racing but he'd live through it At least he wouldn't have the added agony o seeing those awful pictures. He might be secretly pleased if she told him that she was going to act like a lady and do what ladies did. She was through competing with men for the rest of her life. She might teach in a girls' school or something... anywhere that she didn't have to even look at another man.
Bitsy wiggled a little more and the soreness started to disappear. She was going to get through this. She knew that now. She'd give both of these horrid men what they wanted and then she'd run away, never to be seen again. It served them both right. Of course Jeff wasn't really to blame but he was a man, just like Nick. All men turned into brutes when they saw a woman naked. Bitsy was convinced of that now. Jeff had only been pretending the other night. He wasn't really gentle and considerate at all. He'd only been hiding his brutal nature from her.
Thinking about running away, made Bitsy fee so much better that she began to move her mouth up and down on Nick's long cockshaft without really thinking about what she was doing. It was only when she heard his yelp of surprise that she realized she was giving him pleasure. She could do that too. She could give both of these horrid men the kind of pleasure they craved and then she could disappear without a trace. She'd be the wildest girl either one of them had ever had. If this was a fucking contest, she'd come out on top and at least salvage her pride.
"Fantastic!" Nick yelped, pushing Bitsy's head down even farther. She could feel his cock jerking in her throat and it made the determined girl feel a flash of pleasure. She'd show him that she wasn't beaten and cowed by his rough treatment. She'd make him holler and gasp when his cock exploded. That would be her victory over him.
Bitsy sucked harder and harder. Her tongue moved like lightning over the glossy head of Nick's prick, and she swallowed convulsively as she felt the slippery fluid begin to seep down her throat. She tried to ignore Jeff's fierce lunges in her quivering anal cavity, but she couldn't quite manage to do that. There was a feeling growing in her body now, a new heat that invaded her senses. It didn't hurt at all anymore. It was beginning to feel very good, in a strange sort of way.
Jeff felt the way that Bitsy's body was trembling and all his anger evaporated. He thought that fucking Bitsy this way would kill the way that he felt about her, but the opposite was happening. Instead of feeling disgusted with her for responding to his heated plunging, Jeff was feeling a new surge of lust that made him groan in pleasure. Bitsy's body was shuddering so sweetly and her ass-tunnel was sucking so wildly on his hard, driving cock, that it made him realize that nothing could kill the way he felt about her. Somehow he had to convince Bitsy to give up Nick and this wild life she was leading, and settle down with him. He wanted to be the only man in her life. At this moment, he wanted her more than he ever had before.
"Mmmmmmm!" Bitsy groaned, wiggling her hips a little more. The burning invasion of her shuddering anus was unleashing a flood of powerful emotions in her body. She hadn't expected anything to feel this wonderful, but her body was shivering in pleasure and the heat was rising to a burning peak. She just couldn't help it. Knowing that Jeff's lovely, hard cock was in her anus made Bitsy go wild with desire.
"Mmmmmmm!" Bitsy moaned again. She twisted her hips from side to side and a ripple of joy streaked through her. She just couldn't seem to get enough of Jeff's huge, jerking cock. She sucked harder and harder on Nick's prick and dimly, she heard him yelp in surprise. Then his long heavy pole stiffened in her throat and he was shouting out his pleasure as his whole prickshaft began to vibrate and jerk.
"Suck it out, baby!" Nick hollered, grinding his hips up and pushing Bitsy's head down at the same time. His cock jerked to the very back of Bitsy's throat and then it was spurting, filling her throat with hot, steamy cream.
"Mmmmmmph!" Bitsy groaned, sucking even harder. She couldn't help it. Even though she hated Nick, she loved the taste of his thick, creamy sperm. It jetted against the back of her mouth and Bitsy opened her throat wide, letting it rush down as she smacked her lips and wiggling happily. She'd never thought that having a cock explode in her throat would make her feel like this. It filled her whole body with heat, and it made Jeff's searing lunges even more pleasurable.
Jeff let out a grunt of dismay. He couldn't hold it any longer. There was no way he could control the way his balls were tightening. Bitsy's blazing anal channel was squeezing around his prick, nipping and tugging crazily, trying to draw him in even farther. Her tight little back channel was sucking the sperm right out of his cock.
Bitsy felt her head swirl as she abandoned herself to the urgings of her lusting body. The heat was blazing through her now and she was a raging inferno of passion. She felt Jeff's big cock stiffen, and then she heard him shout as the heavy hot cream of completion rushed out of his prick and spurted forcefully against the back of her quaking anal channel. She was whirling up to the peak of passion, teetering on the edge for a timeless moment and then she was exploding too, thrashing and crying as the dam of lust broke in her invaded body and lust reigned supreme.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jeff staggered a bit as he left Nick at the elevator. He watched the needle rise to the next floor, and he knew that Nick had gone back to his own room. No, he had to go back and try to convince Bitsy to listen to reason. She shouldn't be going with a man who treated her so shamefully. Of course he hadn't exactly been Mr. Nice Guy himself tonight. She might not even want to listen Jeff was standing outside Bitsy's door, wondering whether he should really knock or not, when he saw Lila rushing up the hall. She stopped short when she saw him, and both of them looked uncomfortable for a minute. Lila finally broke the silence with a bombshell.
"You've got to help me think of something," she said, gripping Jeff's arm in desperation. "I'm about at the end of my rope. We've got to stop Mr. Barton and Nick from blackmailing Bitsy!"
Jeff's mouth dropped open, and he stared at Lila in disbelief. For a moment he was entirely incapable of thinking of a single thing to say. Then, suddenly, the pieces started to fall in place; the silver car at the shed . . . Lila's huge purse that looked like a camera case . . . Bitsy's unexpected withdrawal from the race .. . the way she hadn't even looked at him when he and Nick left her room tonight! Why hadn't he thought of this before?
Jeff took a deep breath of air and told Lila what had happened just a few moments ago in Bitsy's room. He was out of breath and red-faced when he finished his brief summary.
"Well. . . we've got to figure out a way to stop it," Lila gasped, gripping Jeff's arm tightly. "I tried to talk to Mr. Barton tonight, but he won't do anything. He could give the pictures back to Bitsy right now, but he won't. He knows he'll lose his job if Bitsy wins the race. He might act like a man, but he's still just trying to fill his father's shoes. I love him, but this has gone too far. And you haven't even heard the worst part yet. Mr. Barton thought he had all the negatives but. Nick kept one.
He's planning to blackmail Bitsy on his own. I think he wants to keep her around for kicks. It makes Nick feel like a real he-man to have Bitsy crawling on her knees to him. He's never going to give back that negative. I'd stake my life on that."
"Well. .. there's only one thing to do," Jeff sighed, knocking loudly on Bitsy's door. "Let's get it all out in the open and see if the three of us can come up with something."
* * *
"There's nothing anyone can do!" Bitsy wailed, wiping her eyes on a kleenex. "There's nothing to do except go along with whatever Nick says. I've known Nick for a long time and he won't give up that negative without a struggle."
"Wait a second," Lila said, beginning to grin. "I just got an idea that might work. It's going to be a real risk but you can't be in any deeper than you are right now, Bitsy. I'll go up to Nick's room and knock him out. Then you and Jeff can search his room to try to find the negative. It's got to be in his room. He didn't have time to take it anywhere else. Then we'll tie Nick up and you can wear his suit tomorrow for the race. If you stay in the pit until the race starts, no one'll ever know you're not Nick. You know those crash helmets hide I everything."
"Ooh! I get it!" Jeff said, starting to grin. "Then Mr. Barton watches the start of the race and sees Nick, or at lease someone hell think is Nick, get into the car. He promised to take out the negatives and shred them at the beginning of the race. By the time Mr. Barton finds out that Nick's not Nick, it'll be too late. Is that the plan?"
"It might just work," Bitsy grinned. "It all depends on whether we can find that other negative in Nick's room. How are you going to knock him out, Lila? He's up there sleeping right . now."
"Remember the other bottle?" Lila grinned. "Well... I've got something just as good that lasts a lot longer. I'm going to give Nick a couple of knockout pills mixed in a drink."
"But how are you going to get in his room?" Bitsy asked. "Won't Nick be suspicious if you just go in and offer him a drink?"
"I'll take care of that," Lila grinned, smiling much more bravely than she felt. She figured that Nick was always in the mood for a little party, and she'd provide the incentive and the drinks. Nick wouldn't be able to resist if she came on strong."
"You two just wait here for my call. I'll ring you as soon as I get Nick under control," Lila said, heading for the door. "I used to know just how to handle men like Nick and I don't think I've lost the knack."
Lila was more than a little nervous as she raced to the bar and ordered two drinks. She dissolved the knockout pills in one of them and took a big drink out of the other. She had to act bombed for this to work. She didn't think that Nick would turndown a drink if she appeared at his bedside with one. It should be a snap, just as long as he didn't get suspicious. And everything depended on how well she played the part of a lonely, sexy drunk.
"Yeah?" Nick growled as Lila knocked loudly on his door. "Who's there?"
"It's Lila, Nickie!" Lila sang out, deliberately slurring her words. "I've got a little something for you."
Lila waited an anxious moment before she heard footsteps approach the door. She smiled up at the peephole and took a sip of her drink, toasting Nick behind the door.
"For Heavens Sake!" Nick growled, opening the door. "Do you know what time it is? I have to race tomorrow!"
Lila managed to look properly crestfallen. "Ooooooh, Nickie ..." she gushed. "I was down in the bar with Mr. Barton and I thought it would be nice if I brought you up a nightcap." She gave Nick a lewd little wink. "I thought maybe you'd be in the mood for something else too ... I just can't stop thinking about how much fun we had last night."
Lila saw the change come over Nick's face as he pulled her into the room. She hadn't thought that Nick would refuse a drink and a blatant offer like that. She had judged him right.
"You have a nice big drink and Lila will take care of you," Lila giggled. "You need a special massage for that big race tomorrow. How about it Nickie? Are you going to let me give you my special massage?"
"Sure," Nick grinned, his eyes taking in her lush full figure. "What kind of massage is that, baby?' "You'll see," Lila giggled. "Now drink this all up and then I'll give you a real treat."
Nick took the glass and downed it in a series o thirsty gulps. He had never refused a drink when somebody else was buying. Then he began to grin as Lila slid out of her dress and stood before him completely nude. "My special massage," Lila drawled, pushing him back on the bed. She knew that she had to be careful now. If Nick guessed what was in the drink, he might be dangerous. She had to keep him so busy that the knockout pills would sneak up on him without his noticing a thing. And Lila knew just how to keep him occupied.
"Hey ... wild!" Nick chuckled, lying back against the pillows. He watched with glittering eyes as Lila thrust her full, firm breasts forward and knelt between his legs. He still didn't know exactly what sort of massage she had in mind, but it would be good. Already his cock was stiffening like it had starch in it.
"Awwwww! That's nice!" Nick gasped, grinning widely as Lila pushed her large breasts around his cock. Then she was moving them up and down, pressing against the sensitive skin of his cockshaft until Nick felt his head spin. This was really a trip and a half. He'd never expected anything like this from Mr. Barton's private girlfriend. That made it all the more exciting. He was getting a special massage from the big boss's woman! And this time she'd come knocking on his door. He must really turn Lila on for her to come up here just because she wanted to. This was really his lucky night.
"Just close your eyes, Nickie, and let Lila take care of everything," Lila drawled, feeling Nick's long cock jerk between her enveloping warm breasts. "You don't have to do anything except just relax and enjoy it. Tonight it's my turn to give Nickie what he deserves."
Nick felt his eyes begin to close. He felt a little dizzy, but he supposed that was because of the excitement. Lila's breasts felt like giant, burning pillows, pressing sweetly against his cock that way. He would have thrust up with his hips to feel them even better, but he couldn't seem to move.
"Mmmmmm . . . great. .." Nick moaned, sighing deeply. His head was spinning faster and faster and a silly smile spread over his face as he heard a voice. It couldn't be Lila's voice. The voice he heard didn't sound drunk at all.
"You're a real bastard Nick Edmons, and this time you're getting what's really coming to you," the strange, clear voice said. Nick smiled even wider and then his smile went slack as the blackness folded over him in a lazy wet fog.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Winston Barton got up the next morning, his eyes were bloodshot and there were dark circles under them. He looked like he'd been on a week-long binge. He hadn't been able to sleep a wink last night and it hadn't helped when he'd tried calling Lila and found her not home. Of course Lila had been awfully angry with him last night. She didn't seem to understand his position at all.
By the time Winston got to the office, he felt even worse. Lila wasn't in yet and he wondered if she was coming in at all. She'd threatened to quit last night when he had refused to give the pictures back to Bitsy Logan. He'd never dreamed that Lila would stand up to him like this, and even though he didn't like it, Winston couldn't help but respect Lila for the way she'd pleaded Bitsy's case. Who would have dreamed that Lila would get so worked up over something like this?
Winston walked over to his wall safe and spun the dial. He took out the envelope with the pictures and frowned. He wasn't exactly proud of his part in the blackmail scheme either. If it weren't for the explicit instructions from his father, Winston would have told the board to go to hell. He was almost positive that Bitsy's winning the race would have no effect on sales except to drive them up even more. Of course it was too late to do anything about it now. Bitsy had already withdrawn and Nick Edmonds would drive the TX-7 this afternoon. He couldn't stop the ball from rolling now, even if he wanted to.
Winston sighed and paced the floor nervously. There was something really wrong about this job of being Barton Motors' President. He had thought that he'd be able to make his own decisions, but he still had to check with his father on everything. It was exactly as if S.O.B. were running the company from his expensive home in Florida. Lila was right. He was nothing but a dummy for his father. His father still made all the decisions and he just carried them out like some highly-paid flunkey.
Suddenly Winston began to smile. There was something he could do if he had the nerve. There was nothing keeping him here at Barton Motors. He had enough money in his stocks and investments to live well, and even open a small business if he liked. He didn't have to stick around and be his father's hired henchman. He'd show Lila that he had the balls to stand on his own two feet. Then she wouldn't look at him in that pitying way again.
Winston picked up the phone and began to dictate a telegram. When the operator read it back to him, Winston grinned and the worry lines disappeared from his face. He should have done this a long time ago. Bitsy and Lila had taught him something valuable. You had to make your own decisions. He just wished that he could figure out some way to get Bitsy back into the race. Of course that was impossible. Nick must be out at the track by now and Bitsy was probably on her way back home in defeat. It was too late to do anything about that part of it, but he could take care of the business with the negatives. He was supposed to turn them over to Lila to be shredded and sent to Bitsy. He could do that himself right now.
A couple of minutes later, Winston looked down at the pile of shredded negatives and grinned. He felt marvelous. He could hardly wait for his father's telephone call when old S.O.B. received the cable with his resignation. He wished that Lila were here right now. It was getting close to race time and he wanted to tell her what he'd done before the race started.
Winston let the breath explode from his lungs as he thought of a terrible possibility. What if Lila didn't appear at all? What if she'd left him as she threatened to do? He didn't want to think about starting a new life without Lila. The thought made him so sad he could hardly stand it. Nothing would be any good without Lila. He needed her much more than he'd realized.
"I'm here, boss," Lila said into the intercom. "Do you want the television on for the race?"
"Lila!" Winston gasped. "Oh, yes! Yes, of course! Uh.. . come in, Lila. . . please?"
Lila frowned and cocked her head sideways at the intercom unit. Mr. Barton had never sounded like this before. He'd always ordered her around and now there was a pleading note in his voice that she'd never heard before. She jumped up from her desk and raced into the inner office, stopping short as she saw the pile of shredded negatives on Winston's desk.
"You ... you shredded them already!" Lila gasped, gazing at him in amazement. "Why did you do that?"
"You convinced me, Lila." Winston said, grinning at his lovely receptionist. "That's not all I did this morning. Here . .. read this telegram I sent to my father."
"Go to hell?" Lila read aloud. "I quit? One S.O.B. in the family is enough?
Lila's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "But... but Mr. Barton!" she gasped. "What about your job? I thought your job meant everything to you!"
"Not if I have to blackmail innocent girls to do it," Winston said gruffly. "And not if I have to send the woman I love on sneaky little errands to set people up. Nothing's worth that Lila ... no job in the world is worth seeing you lose respect for me as a man."
"You . .. you're serious!" Lila gasped, starting to blush. "I... I can't believe it! The woman you love? Me?"
"You," Winston grinned, reaching out for her. "I just wish there was something I could do about that race. If I'd used my head earlier, Bitsy could be driving out on the track right now."
"We'll talk about it after the race," Lila giggled, snuggling up in Winston's arms. "I've got a little surprise for you that I think you'll really appreciate. You have to watch the race though."
Lila couldn't restrain her giggle of delight as she saw the TX-7 drive onto the track. It was impossible to see who was driving, but they'd see that if Bitsy won. And Lila had no doubt that Bitsy would come in first. Even though Bitsy hadn't been able to practice before the race started, Lila and Jeff had faith in her ability. She could hardly wait to see the expression on Mr. Barton's face when Bitsy pulled off her helmet at the end of the race, and he realized who was wearing Nick's red suit. The suit had Nick's name stenciled on the back in black letters but all Bitsy needed to do was pull off her helmet and everyone would know that Bitsy Logan had driven after all. She just hoped that the Junior mechanic at the test track had the television on full blast. Nick was trussed up securely in Jeff's office and Lila giggled again as she imagined Nick's reaction when he saw Bitsy driving the TX-7 wearing his jumpsuit. This was turning out wonderfully. Now all Bitsy had to do was win the race.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Come on, honey . . . you can do it!" Jeff hissed, helping Bitsy into the car. "I'd kiss you but everyone would think it was kind of funny."
Bitsy gave a light-hearted little giggle as she slid into the seat and strapped herself in. This was the most important moment in her life and she was ready for it. She knew Jeff understood how she felt. He gave her hand an extra squeeze, and Bitsy knew that winning the face was just as important to Jeff as it was to her. Jeff would be in full radio contact with her throughout the race. He would direct her pit stops and the crew was waiting.
They'd been rehearsing these pit stops for the last three months and Bitsy knew how important a good pit crew could be in winning the race. Everyone had to be worked out to split-second timing, and she knew that Jeff had everything under control.
There was a tense silence in the stands as the man in the gold suit mounted the infield dais. "Gentlemen, start your engines!" came the traditional command.
In a few seconds the air was filled with sound. The roar of fifty unmuffled engines shook the stands flanking the long course. The pace car swung onto the track, pennants billowing in the breeze. Behind the pace car, competing cars moved out, maintaining their starting lineup for the preliminary laps. Already three cars were out of the race with engines failing to start while pit crews worked feverishly to try to breathe life into them. Two started, but the third was pushed into the pits by a disgruntled crew, the driver crawling out of the car and throwing his helmet down on the ground in disgust.
At the second non-scoring lap the pace car increased its speed and the roaring grew louder as the cars responded. At the start-finish line, in front of the largest grandstand, the green flag slashed the air, and the race was on. Bitsy found herself taking third position on the fifth lap, leaving the cars massed behind. The TX-7 was responding beautifully, just as she'd known it would. She was drafting, staying close behind the two lead cars, using the partial vacuum they created to save on her fuel consumption and engine wear. Bitsy knew that this was a dangerous game, but it was a legitimate technique. She would have some reserve at the end of the race for a flash of speed that should carry her across the finish line in third place.
At the end of the thirtieth lap there was a minor accident. Caution lights flashed and Bitsy pitted on Jeff's instructions, taking advantage of the non-competing laps for a tire change and fuel fill. Of course Jeff didn't have time to say anything to Bitsy during the pit stop but she could see his grin. He was proud of her for holding third place. He was handling the front right tire while two of the other men took care of the right rear. They finished simultaneously with the two men who were handling the fuel, and within fifteen seconds, Bitsy was back out on the track again. She caught up with the field easily and didn't lose position on the lap.
The moment the caution light turned to green, Bitsy tromped and passed Eric Swenson, the driver in second place. Now she was directly behind Johnny Cassini; in the green, number 47. Gradually, Bitsy increased her speed and finally she was slightly out in front.
"Bring it in, Bitsy!" Jeff's voice rang clearly on the radio. "One more time and we'll have it!"
Bitsy felt the urge to keep going. Now she had the lead and she didn't want to lose it. Her heart was racing like a trip hammer and she could feel the excitement as the car shuddered beneath her. She didn't want to take time to pit, but she'd agreed to run the race as Jeff directed. Every cell in her body ached to hang onto the lead, but she pulled into the pits doing well over a hundred miles an hour and got a final tire change.
Now Bitsy was a half a lap behind. She despaired of ever catching Cassini's green Number 44. Then, as she was coming to the final laps, the new tires gave her an extra bite so that, by the backstretch of the final lap, she was running side by side with Cassini.
Bitsy knew that it was now or never. It all depended on what sort of punishment the engine could take. She stomped on the accelerator all the way to the floor and felt the car leap eagerly ahead. She was thundering down the stretch with the finish line in sight, and both drivers were traveling at top speed.' It happened gradually, inch by inch, but the TX-7 crawled ahead. It seemed to Bitsy as if she were going a million miles an hour as she flashed across the finish line, a half a car-length in front of Cassini.
* * *
"We won!" Lila shouted, hugging Winston so tightly she almost smothered him. "We won! Now I can give you my surprise. Just wait for the statement from the winning driver!"
Winston stared at the television with mixed feelings.. Of course he was glad that the TX-7 had won, but he wished he'd acted sooner so that Bitsy could have been driving. It was a superb bit of driving that Nick Edmonds had done, but Winston had no doubt that Bitsy could have done equally well. He had cheated her out of a win and that made him almost wish he could set the clock back and do things over again. This time he wouldn't let anyone push him around about what to do. He'd do what he thought was right, and hang on the consequences.
"Just a moment and we'll have a word from the winner," the excited announcer's voice shouted. "Here he is... he's climbing out now with the help of his chief mechanic. Ladies and Gentleman . .. the winner of the West Coast Grand Prix ... Nick Edmonds!"
Lila was almost dying as Bitsy climbed out of the car and began to take off her helmet. There was a stunned silence from the stands and the announcer alike, as her long blonde hair tumbled down, and then there was a wild burst of cheering.
"Er.. . correction, Ladies and Gentlemen. The winner of the West Coast Grand Prix ... Miss Bitsy Logan!" the announcer quickly recovered.
Bitsy took the microphone and grinned at the wildly cheering crowd. "Thank you," she said sweetly. "Nick Edmonds is all tied up today with a last minute emergency. I just couldn't see a great car like the TX-7 sit in the garage without a driver. I want to thank Mr. Barton for persuading me to change my mind about driving in this race. Barton Motors show the kind of liberal, far-sighted thinking that made the first win by a woman driver possible in a race of this caliber. I'd like to give thanks where it is due, and congratulate the men in the pit and most of all my chief mechanic, Jeff Rhodes. It was a team effort all the way!"
* * *
Lila walked over the shut off the television, with the announcer still trying to recover some of his lost composure. Then she turned to face Winston. "Well? What do you think, Winston? Did you like our little surprise?"
"Ooooooh! That's just rich!" Winston chuckled. "I just wish I could have been in Florida to catch my father's face when he saw Bitsy pull off that helmet."
"You're not angry with us for deceiving you, are you?" Lila asked, staring up into his face. "It was the only way we could think of to give Bitsy a chance."
"I'm not angry at all," Winston laughed. "I think it was wonderful. By the way, Lila . . . what happened to Nick Edmonds?"
"Just like Bitsy said," Lila giggled. "He's all tied up with a last minute emergency. We trussed him up and put him in Jeff's office to watch the race. Bitsy wasn't kidding when she said he was all tied up. I suppose someone really should call the garage and tell them to let him loose. What do you think?"
"It won't hurt him to stew for a while longer," Winston chuckled. "I'll go out there myself after a bit. First I want to congratulate the winner of the race."
* * *
"I thought we might take a little vacation and look over some of the racing firms in Europe," Winston said, grinning at Bitsy and Jeff. "I don't suppose the two of you would consider coming along? Purely on business, of course. That way it's tax deductible."
"Europe might be a good place for a honeymoon," Jeff said, glancing quickly at Bitsy. "What do you say, honey? I don't think we're ever going to get another chance like this again."
"I say yes," Bitsy smiled, gripping Jeffs hand tightly. "Yes to everything, but most of all to the honeymoon."
"As soon as I start my new business, I want both of you to work for me," Winston stated, flashing Lila a quick grin. "How about it? Would you like to work for Winston Racers?"
"Oooooh! That sounds wonderful!" Bitsy gasped. Then she stopped smiling suddenly and glanced at, Jeff. "Well.. . that depends ..." she amended hastily. "I... I haven't... I mean . .. Jeff and I haven't really discussed whether I'm going to stay in racing."
"Of course you're going to stay in racing," Jeff chuckled. "I want you to get plenty of experience. You'll never going to be able to teach someone how to race if you don't have plenty of experience."
"Teach?" Bitsy asked, looking puzzled. "But I'm not going to teach racing, Jeff."
"Oh, yes you are," Jeff nodded. "I wouldn't have anyone else teach my kids how to drive. Between the two of us, we're going to raise a whole racing family. We'll just get plenty of experience first as a team, and then we'll branch out a little. We might be able to raise a driver and a whole pit crew if we work at it."
Bitsy's face turned red and then she giggled softly. She didn't think they'd have to work very hard at it. From the look on Jeff's eager face, he was just waiting for her to wave the green flag.
* * *
"They didn't even notice us leave!" Lila giggled as the door closed behind them. "How about that, Winston?"
"I think we ought to do some racing of our own," Winston chuckled. "How about a race to the bedroom?"
"Gentleman, start your engine!" Lila announced, heading for the elevator at a dead run. "And just remember, Winston . . . nice guys finish last!"