Wreckers or Checkers: In It to Win It Page 16

  Shawn snorted, “I don’t know what you’re doing with an idiot like that Jet guy, and how you can fuck the son of the guy that killed your dad is beyond me.” He said then sat back down on the bar stool chair he had in the small pit office.

  “Excuse me?” I said.

  “Just go find your little fuck buddy Chass, I bet your dad is turning over in his grave with the shit your pulling by dating such a douche bag.”

  “Fuck you dick head!” Asher said and pulled me away from the small shack. We walked through the pit area until we found the hauling rig of Jet and Jerod’s. My uncle was in a heated conversation with Jason, until he seen Asher and me approaching.

  I walked straight for Jet he was leaning against his car shaking his head at my Uncle. “What in the hell kind of driving is that?” I asked when I was only a few feet from him.

  “Don’t start with me…”

  “Don’t start with you? Are you and Jerod the same two drivers I’ve watched battle for first and second place? Because the two guys I just watched acted like if they rubbed against another car…” I was interrupted by Jet.

  “We CAN’T fucking race these locals like we normally would, because of these piss ant owners. If we rub them the wrong way and they spin out we get sent home!” He yelled at me.

  I stood there speechless and looked at Jerod, him and Jet both had their fire suites on but the tops knotted around their waist. “What do you mean? Who told you that?” I asked and crossed my arms over my chest.

  Jet grabbed me by my upper arm and pulled me through the trailer into the living quarters and shut the door. “The owners told us that, so what the fuck do you want us to do?” he said and paced the small space. I reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him from pacing.

  “Who cares just race them like you do any other drivers, it’s not like you are a dirty driver neither is Jerod.” I said and slid my arms around his neck.

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tighter against him, “I think a quick fuck would take off some tension.” He said with a smile. I shook my head ‘no’ at him, “Are you mad that I’m racing?” He asked with a concerned look on his face. “It was meant to be a surprise, I hope…”

  “Mmmm, I don’t know, I think you race better when you have something to look forward to. I’m not mad that you’re racing but I am pissed that you’re not racing hard.” I said then slipped my hand between his fire suit and the racing thermals he was wearing under the fire suit. I pushed him against the door and locked it. When his shoulders hit it with a thud he grinned at me and pulled me close to him by my hips. I slid down his body until I was eye level with his crotch, then I unknotted his fire suit and slid it down his long muscular legs. The thermals he had on showed that his cock was very hard and very erect just begging for me to touch him. I grabbed his cock but didn’t slide his thermals down, I looked up at Jet, his eyes were dark and his chest rose and fell with a deeper rhythm.

  “You see, I could suck you off or I could fuck you but…it’s a scientific fact that it takes at least one tenth of a second off of your reaction time.” I told him.

  “Not always.” He replied and pushed his cock harder against my hand as I massaged it.

  I pulled the waist band of his thermals down and smiled when his cock sprung free and bounced back between his hips. I slowly started stroking it, Jet placed one hand against my head, using his other hand he gripped the base of his cock.

  “Put your hand down your pants Chass and start rubbing that clit that I know is fucking throbbing for a release.” Jet told me in his deep voice. I set back, unbuttoned my jeans, slipped my hand down the front and started circling my clit.

  “You need to put that mouth back on my dick.” Jet said. “Keep finger fucking yourself though.” He said as I slid his cock inside of my mouth. “Don’t cum until I tell you I’m going to okay.”

  I looked up at him, pulled his cock out of my mouth, “Are you serious?” I asked.

  He didn’t answer instead he tapped my lips with the large mushroom head of his cock demanding my mouth to open. His head fell back against the door as I sucked deeper until the head of his cock was hitting the back of my throat. “Fuck Chass…don’t cum yet baby…Jesus!” he moaned then looked down at me. “I bet your pussy is fucking soaked and that clit is probably ready to be sucked on until you cum so hard you squirt…” he trailed off. I could tell he was getting ready to cum so I slid my finger inside of myself pulling some of the wetness up to my clit. With my ponytail in his hand Jet started fucking my mouth faster then suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Quit…stop touching yourself.” He said.

  I sat back, “Wha..What?!” I asked in complete shock. Jet stuffed his softening cock back inside of his thermals, pulled his fire suit up and knotted it around his waist again. He held his hand out to me, I stood up and started buttoning my jeans. Jet grabbed the hand that I had used to circle my clit and sucked my fingers into his mouth then lightly bit the tips. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against my lips then pulled away.

  “I’d sure hate for my reaction time to go down so we’ll just have to wait until later to finish what you started. Just so you know Jerod and I already plan on taking first and second in the B-feature, and going all out in the A-main. These track owners can suck a fat donkey dick as far as we are concerned.” He said then kissed below my ear.

  “Wreckers or Checkers!” I whispered in his ear then bit the lobe. I felt Jet shiver so I kissed from his ear to his lips, “You’ll be REALLY happy with what you get tonight if you win.” I told him then unlocked the door, pushed it open and stepped past him.

  My Uncle was standing inside the trailer talking to Jerod, Asher, Jason, and Mitch. He narrowed his eyes at me, “I sure hope you talked some sense into that boy, they won’t listen to me!”

  Jet wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him, then bent down and rested his chin on my shoulder. “Oh she talked to me alright..”

  “Okay, enough!” John said. “Just go fucking race and quit pussy footing around. It’s not like it’s the end of the world if the owner of this place kicks you out anyways. We are here to have fun for the sake of Jimmy. He wouldn’t want you boys out there dancing around those others like your cars are made of glass.” He walked out of the trailer and started checking the tire pressure on Jet’s tires.

  “Well okay then!” Jerod rubbed his hands together then pointed at Jet, “It’s on mother fucker!” He stated and walked out of the trailer to go make adjustments to his car. Mitch and Jason followed him out and started helping both him and Jet. Jet’s cell phone started ringing on the bench, he ran in and answered it before I had a chance to see who was calling. “Ok, right on. We’ll see you in a little bit.” He said then hung up and walked out of the trailer. He walked back inside the trailer, “That was Mike, him and Chase will be here in about ten minutes, will you go meet them at the pit shack so that Mimi bitch doesn’t bombard him with questions.” He asked. I smiled and told him I would, so Asher and I made our way across the pit area. Just before we reached the pit shack I heard Kyle yell my name. Asher rolled her eyes as we both turned around to see not only Kyle but his brother James walking towards us.

  “Long time no see!” James said and pulled me into a hug then held me back at an arm’s length. James and Kyle looked a lot alike, Kyle had shaggy blonde hair and dark brown eyes, James was dark brown hair and dark green eyes. They are two years apart in age, I hate to admit that they are both very good looking since I know they are both assholes to their girlfriends.

  “HI!” I beamed with a fake smile. “How have you been?” I asked and linked arms with Asher that was trying to be friendly but failing miserably. When Kyle tried talking to her she told him to fuck off.

  “So I hear your boyfriend or fuck buddy is that one j out there, he seemed to be struggling against us boys. Maybe to save himself the embarrassment him and his crew should just load up and get out of here.”

  “I see you’re st
ill the same cocky prick you’ve always been.” Asher said to James and smiled. “You just wait…they’ll leave you in the dust.”

  He snorted, “Right, they have to get out of the B-feature first.” Kyle said.

  Asher rolled her eyes and shook her head again, “We’ve gotta meet somebody, you two have a wonderful night!” she said then pulled me away.

  “Will those two ever figure out they aren’t god’s gift to women?” I sighed.

  Asher laughed then spotted Mike and Chase walking towards us, well actually once Chase spotted us he took off running for us with Mike right behind him.

  “Sorry we’re late, how’d the heats go?” He asked.

  “Well, let’s just say they both have to run the B-feature, but I’m pretty sure they will both advance on to the A-main.”

  Mikes eyes got big, “The B? I don’t think I’ve ever known either of them to have to run the B!”

  “Yeah well this track is really struggling with the fact that Jet is Nathan’s son, they think he’s here to kill off the locals.” Asher told him.

  Mike shook his head, “I’ve been reading forums and this track doesn’t get very high reviews. We won’t be able to stay long after the A-feature, my in-laws are waiting at the hotel to fly back with us.”

  Mike showed us pictures of their new born baby girl they named Lillian Rose, she had chubby cheeks, curly blonde hair, and looked just like Kim. Chase was a very proud big brother, “That’s my Lilly!” he would say and point at the cell phone Mike was showing us pictures on. Once Chase spotted Jet’s race car he looked both ways across the pit area then took off running. Jet bent down and ruffled his hand in Chase’s hair and smiled at him, then picked him up and sat him inside the cock pit of his race car.

  “Well there’s no denying that’s his son.” My uncle whispered as he walked behind me to the trailer. Asher and I told the guys we were going to go back up to the grandstands to let mom know what was going on. When we got up there she was eating nachos and watching the hobby stock race. She wiped at her mouth and smiled, “What’s going on out there?” she asked and offered us some of her nachos.

  “Well apparently the owners think Jet is going to race like his dad and since Jerod is related they think he’s going to too.” I told her.

  Mom shook her head, handed the nachos to me then started walking down the bleachers. Asher told me to go with her, so I followed behind her as she angrily walked toward the ticket booth stand where the owners and their family were counting money. She tapped on the door then tried the door handle but it was locked. She beat on the door harder until Lisa the daughter in law cracked the door open. “Oh Hi Alice,” she opened the door to let mom walk in. When she seen me, “And Chassis, how are you two doing?” she asked and shut the door behind me then went and sat down beside her mother in law.

  “Cut the fake ‘I like you’ bullshit Lisa. Terry, why the hell are you threatening Jet and Jerod?” My mom asked while glaring at Terry.

  “Don’t you dare come in here and tell ME what I’m doing right or wrong, those boys are nothing but trouble!” Terry said then threw down a stack of money.

  Mom cocked her head to the side, “THOSE boys are the reason your car count is so high, it’s the highest it’s ever been!”

  He snorted, “Don’t give me that crap Alice, how can you even look at him. All he’s doing is fucking your daughter because he feels sorry for her. Since his drunken daddy killed Jimmy.”

  Mom gasped, “How dare you! You’ll see that they are both very good boys and race people the way they want to be raced, they are nothing like Nathan!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the small office and slammed the door behind us.

  “You go tell Jet and Jerod I said to race the way THEY race, don’t be scared of these people, if they black flag them it’ll be the biggest mistake they’ve ever made.”

  I decided rather than go back to the pits, to text Jet and tell him what had gone on with mom and the owners. He sent me a text back telling me that him and Jerod weren’t going to pussy foot around anymore. *By the way you better be ready for a good hard victory fuck later. We aren’t staying at your moms, I just booked a hotel.*

  I told mom that we wouldn’t be staying at her house this evening, “That doesn’t surprise me, don’t forget tomorrow we will have lunch with everybody.” She said and turned back to watch the races.

  Jet and Jerod were both in the B-feature starting at the back, come to find out the owners refused to let them start where they should. Instead they had to start at the very back no matter what. With it being eighteen laps long, they easily worked their way from the very back to first and second with Jerod taking the win over Jet and they both had at least half a straight away lead on the rest of the pack. After that race was over the A features for all the other divisions started. It was getting late and most people didn’t like being out until three in the morning watching the races.

  When the modified A-main started, once again Jet and Jerod were at the very back, with twenty two other cars in front of them and twenty two laps to race. The announcer came over the intercom system, “Tonight’s A-modified main event is dedicated in memory of Jimmy Heart. Jimmy passed away from injuries he sustained while racing here this very night thirteen years ago. Tonight’s winner will receive two thousand dollars and the wonderful track owners have agreed to match that amount to donate to the local hospital for cancer research.” The crowd stood on their feet as the cars slowed down to wave at the grandstand area as ‘Here comes the Boom’ by Nelly blared over the speaker system. A track official ran up to us in the bleachers, “One of you beautiful ladies want to do the honors of dropping the green and the checkered?” I looked at mom, she smiled and told the guy that I would do it. Fireworks shot off as the cars made their way down the front stretch into turns one and two. There was a large Ford pickup leading the pack as the pace car, I hurried to get in the flag stand before the cars came around. “One more lap!” The flagman held the green flag rolled up to let the drivers know. He helped me get to the front of the flag stand, “I’m not going to black flag them just to let you know. They’ll have to climb up here and do it themselves.” He smiled at me and winked. I smiled big. “Alright, you know the drill, I’ll flip the switch to the lights you wave that mother fucker like your life depends on it.” He told me and nodded at the green flag. When the cars were in between turn three and four he flipped the switch to signal the green light and I waved the green flag. As the cars flew under the flag stand it shook and vibrated, the dirt swirled up past us and into the stadium lights. I handed the flag man the green flag after Jet and Jerod had passed the flag stand. I smiled big, “That’s an adrenaline rush!” I yelled.

  “You go back and enjoy the show, I’ve got twenty bucks on Jet. Hell I’ll put twenty on Jerod even, those two are fucking great racers!”

  I climbed down out of the flag stand and went back up to where mom and Asher were sitting.

  “That’s more like it!” Asher yelled and pointed at Jet and Jerod that were trying to pass another car. Jerod was on the low side and Jet on the high side until they passed the guy and quickly approached more of the pack.

  Jet

  ****

  The heat races were fucking horrible, every time I would get close to one of the local guys he would try to turn into my car. They did the same thing to Jerod, which only pissed us both off, we made up our minds that no matter what we would race like we normally would for the B-feature and in the A-feature. When Chassis and Asher showed up down in the pit area I wasn’t sure if the look on her face was because she was pissed I was racing or pissed that I wasn’t racing like I normally would. Once we were in the living quarters of the trailer she made it clear that she wasn’t pissed I was racing. Every time Chass would touch me, my dick would turn rock hard in an instant, there was no way of stopping it. I was pretty sure my dick was feeling neglected since I hadn’t been with Chassis in close to four days. I tried getting her to let me fuck her when we were
in the living quarters of the trailer but she wouldn’t let me. She thought she was going to give me head and get by without me doing anything to her, but, I turned it around on her. The more she sucked my cock, the more she rubbed her clit trying to get us both the release our bodies needed. As bad as I wanted to watch her suck my cum down her throat I couldn’t do it, not with her Uncle on the other side of the door. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and told her to stop touching herself. With a whimper and a confused look she stood up in front of me and buttoned her jeans. My dick was going to hate me the rest of the night until it was deep inside of Chassis but I knew her Uncle John would have my ass if I actually fucked her.

  By the time the A-feature came around I was wound up and vibrating with adrenaline. I had watched Chass’s ex-boyfriend Kyle and his brother James eye fuck Chass while she was waiting for Mike and Chase at the pit shack.

  While we were waiting in the line –up area, the track owners son came over, “Remember you touch another car and your DQ’d!” he warned me then apparently said the same thing to Jerod. The very second he turned his back Jerod flipped him off and shook his head. I looked at the pit grand stand area, the flash back of the night that dad wrecked Jimmy flooded my memory. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, visions of mom coming up to the grand stands with a bloody lip and scratch marks on her throat from dad, the tears she silently cried under the hoodie she had on. Jason walked up to the car, “You okay?” He asked pulling me out of my thoughts.

  “Yeah, just got hit with the memory of that night…”

  He nodded, “I know it finally hit me too, just go out there and have fun that’s what mom would want.”

  “Yeah, that’s going to be hard when these mother fuckers don’t want us even touching one of the locals.”

  “Fuck them, it’s part of racing!” he told me and shook his head. “The worst that’ll happen is they’ll have to cut you or Jerod a check for two grand.”