Chapter Three: Hot Wheels
Valarie and Nelson had sex three more times that night, napping in between. Valarie rode him once, took it doggy style another time and lay back and spread her legs wide the third time. She came once more, him three times. They both were wet and sticky and as happy as could be. Valarie didn't think she was falling in love with Nelson, but she sure loved the fun they had together and the fact that he turned her on as much as she did him.
She wasn't sure she'd be as attracted to her date for Sunday, though. Travers was a nice looking man for his age and she respected the way he handled himself and appreciated the way he treated her. He was first-class all the way. But still, he was old enough to be her father. "Or my father's friend," she told herself, finding that much less creepy. Still after two fun-filled, sex-filled nights with Roy and Jim, she wondered how Travers would be. Boring? Creepy? Would she be able to get aroused for him? Should she fake it? She knew she wasn't supposed to, but, wasn't that better than the alternative? Despite her worries, she woke up in a great mood.
Nelson helped her pick out an outfit to wear for Travers and promised to have the remainder of the items spread evenly between her place and theirs, so there would always be options wherever she was staying for the night.
"Hmm, he said he was going to take you car shopping, so you'll want to make a good impression on the sales guy, maybe get a good deal," Nelson said, rummaging through her new wardrobe. "We need something that shows off your legs and ass -- you can bend over the hood or pump the gas, give him a little show. Plus, Travers will love that. He's always gone after the leggy girls."
Valarie made another note, telling herself to get on her computer and start keeping a file on the guys, their likes and dislikes. Like Nelson's ear thing and Travers' leg thing. She'd need every edge to keep them happy and satisfied for a whole year. At this pace, they'd be tired of her in a week, she thought.
"This is perfect for car-shopping," he said, holding up a tiny little jumpsuit that was checkered black and white like a racing flag. It was full-sleeved and body tight, but the legs ended at the tops of her thighs. A zipper ran from the neck line all the way down to her crotch. Nelson insisted she wear it with no bra or panties. "It's so tight, it will really show off your nipples and your pussy lips," he said. "Plus, it won't be really easy to get out of, even with the zipper, so we need to make sure Travers can see or touch whatever he wants, when he wants."
She wore black, thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots and silvery hoop earrings from last night's banquet.
"Damn, they might give you a car for free just for walking in looking like that," Nelson said. "Man, I wish you could be here one more day. It's going to be a long wait until Wednesday."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Jim," she said.
"Yeah, but tomorrow is your day off and Tuesday will just be, you know, something quick in the office. I'm talking about Wednesday, when we can really have some fun."
"I can't wait," Valarie said, kissing him on the mouth.
She walked out the front door, finding the boots awkward she strode down the walk to Travers, who was waiting in his BMW.
"Well, that's certainly a fitting outfit for today," Travers smiled, opening the door for her. "I must say, I can't wait for a trip to victory lane."
Valarie giggled appropriately at his lame joke. "Well, gentleman, start your engine."
"You seem bright and cheery this morning," Travers said. "I was afraid Nelson might have worn you out."
"He tried," Valarie laughed. "But don't worry, I'm in good shape. I'm 100 percent and ready to go for you, sir."
"Please, call me Bill," he said. "The dealership doesn't open for a couple more hours. Have you had breakfast yet?"
"No," Valarie said. "But I'm starving."
He took her to a small diner, not the upscale setting she expected from him, but it was nice and charming in its own way. The food was good and the patrons, mostly older men more interested in talking sports and drinking coffee than actually eating, certainly didn't seem to mind Valarie's presence. She heard them making several jokes amongst themselves about taking her for a test drive, checking her oil with their dipstick and getting a better look at her air bags. The usual frat boy type of humor that some men never seemed to tire of. Valarie wasn't offended in the least. She found it cute and flattering and took it upon herself to give them a treat -- one she figured Travers would appreciate. She excused herself to go the restroom, which meant walking past the group of regulars. Or, in this case, it meant leaning over their table, her top unzipped to her navel, and asking them if they knew where the restroom was. Some were too awestruck to speak and those more aware stalled her, asking why she needed to know, why she hadn't been here before, anything to keep her leaning over in front of them. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Travers smiling as he watched.
On the way back from the restroom, Valarie stopped at the old fashioned juke box just outside the kitchen and found a song she recognized, though she wasn't fully versed in American music. She strode back to the table of regulars, hands behind her back, pouty look on her face and asked, "Does anyone have a quarter I could borrow? I really want to hear this song."
"Dance for us and it's yours," one of the men said, handing her a quarter.
"But of course," she smiled. "I always dance to this song."
She put the quarter in, waited for the rock ballad to come on and started shaking her hips, swinging her arms and wiggling her ass to the beat. Slowly, she made her way back to Travers, reaching the table as the song ended. She looked back and saw every man looking at her, some of them actually applauding her little show. The big question was, did Travers like it. The smile on his face and the bulge in his pants told her he did.
"Um, sir, I mean Bill," she whispered, leaning across the table toward him. "Is there something I can do to help you with that." She motioned toward his crotch with her eyes.
"Later," he assured her. "Now, it's time to buy a car. You can help me with that. I have a feeling we're going to get very good service."
"I really can't believe you're going to buy me a car," Valarie said.
