Exige
Ahh, listen to that purr!
The light is red, RPMs near the red. The night is balmy; streetlights bounce off the deep blue curves of the Lotus Exige.
Tired of stealing SUVs and shit--this car has soul.
People stare. This car was designed around the fusion of speed and sexy.
And right now I'm the king behind the wheel.
Little gangbanger wanna get it on? Sucks to be you--you're on!
Green light.
Ease through the first five miles-per-hour while the lil puke fishtails.
Punching it sends the message to the supercharged 220-horse to unleash. The Lotus leaps forward, riding the traction threshold.
Breathe. Shift. Out. Tick, tick, shift. Four seconds to sixty hasn't felt this good since racing school. Eat shit, gangbanger motherfucker! Cya!
Other cars are colored blocks of garbage--obstacles to give me a good time.
Brake. Control the slide. Turn. Recover.
"Woo!"
This car loves her new master--whoa, Kate!
The Lotus throws me against the restraints as I decelerate and sweep against curbside.
"Hey, Kate!" I yell over the street noise as I roll down the passenger window. "Kate!" She sees the car before she sees me and steps toward the curb.
"Derrick?
Nice car!
" She leans in and looks at the sports-trimmed interior before focusing on me with a funny expression. If I were forced to be picky, I'd say she's a little short for my tastes, but 100% spunk. Lively, sassy eyes, a cute little nose over full lips, long brunette fluff held in check by a brightly colored hair clip. And, a tight body built for speed fucking. We've teased, played around before, but nothing close enough to spark anything but longing. "Only been a year since we graduated," she laughs in delight at my ride, at my boyish grin and flexed arms. "What have you been doing to earn this kind of life?"
"It's borrowed," I cock an eyebrow at her, inviting her to dare me. "Care to feel how she moves?"
She only needs one quick glance back to her girlfriends to make up her mind--the same boring Friday night out with her buds, or a spin in this. There really is no choice. She gets in, short skirt showing her own lithe curves. I wait for her to caress the trim, to adjust to the idea that she's sitting in a car as hot as she is before revving the engine and pulling back into the street. She waves goodbye to her girlfriends with an energetic
whoop
as I crawl up to the speed limit.
Always start them off slow for the first few seconds.
"Hang on," I warn her the instant before I accelerate through a turn and around a rolling impediment.
"Yes! That kicks
ass
, Derrick." She says this even as she's braced hard against the seat, but she never even thinks about putting the seat belt on. She is
so
my type: thrill junkie to the core. "So, now you have me curious." She has to raise her voice against the combined wind and road noise, so I settle down into cruise speed and run up the windows.
"Ask away--no way can I refuse a beauty, as you can see." I motion to her but end up indicating the car, much to her amusement. She has a considering look when she continues.
"Been too long since I've seen you--what you been up to?"
"This and that," I smile at my evasiveness, but know she wants more. "Actually, I collect cars for my cousin when not going to the U."
"And you 'collected' this sweet Lotus?" Had I been a lesser driver, I'd have wrecked from my shock.
"Okay, now I'm impressed! How'd you know it was a Lotus?"
"The logo, silly." She reaches over to tap the steering wheel, and had she not had that special glow, I'd have felt the fool. "I see you still hit the weights." She gives my biceps a squeeze, and I flex them--impossible not to when they receive this kind of attention.
"And I see you are still a sexy bundle of energy." No way was I going to let this stay one-sided. We had ran track together. Saturdays laying out on the midfield in between events were as memorable as the parties, in their own special way.
"Dancing as wildly as I do has its strengths." She deflects nicely, but it's not that easy.
"Only dancing, eh?" I load that with teasing doubt, and though she slaps my arm, she keeps her hand on me.
I'm going to get a taste of her sweet body.
I twitch in my blue jeans.
Life always tries to fuck with you--see what kind of stuff you're made out of. Case in point: the cop car pulling onto the road behind me and hitting his lights.
Too early for them to have a clue, speed is fine--no way am I running with her here. Why there's always a Plan B.
"Uh oh." She says when she sees the swirl of red and blue, removing her hand. Mr. Cop sits for a while, running the dealer plates I attached. I reach over to the glove box.
"Excuse the reach," I wink, removing the insurance card and my license. "Don't sweat it, Kate; there's nothing he can get me on. We'll forget about him soon enough." I roll down my window, showing my hands and the documentation, which almost always speeds them up.
"Evenin', Officer. How can I help you?" I ask in a pleasant tone. Older piggy--
probably jealous as hell
--takes the insurance and license before peering at us in silence.
"Mr. Dane," he reads, "everything okay in here?" I look up in confusion to see he's looking at Kate.
Oh! Chivalrous fucker—glad I didn't have to embarrass him.
"Ma'am, everything okay?"
"Who me?" She's as baffled as I was a moment ago. Harassing cops deserve to be beat, but those who make sure women are okay get a pass, in my book. Never hurts to be sure.
