The Accident
Chaos Theory says apparently random states of disorder and irregularities are actually governed by underlying patterns and deterministic laws that are highly sensitive to
initial conditions.
That's just another way of saying shit happens. Our protagonists are players in a seemingly random series of events set in motion years ago. Enough years that they are all eighteen years old or older.
"Mother, wake up! Wake up," Bonnie Carraway yelled, roughly shaking her mother lying in the hospital bed.
For the second time this month and the third time this year, Bonnie was called away from her social life to deal with another of her mother's drunken episodes. This time it was an automobile accident where she wrapped her Mercedes around a lamp pole. The complicating factor was there was a passenger in the car with her. That passenger was hurt badly.
Abigail Carraway had a drinking problem. One drink was too much, and a quart was not enough. Like most drunks, she took unacceptable risks when she was drinking. This time she left her country club after a sumptuous lunch with wine and several martinis, saw an attractive Black hitchhiker standing on the side of the road, and picked him up.
"Thank you, Mrs. Carraway."
"You know me? Where from?"
"I work at your country club parking cars."
Abigail eyed him speculatively. She didn't recognize him, but why should she? He was one of the faceless Black and Hispanic people who worked at her country club. At some point, she decided she was going to fuck him. It wouldn't be the first time she fucked a random stranger while drinking.
"Where are you going?" She said, reaching over and squeezing his thigh. "Do you have time to help a lady out?"
The scruffy car hiker glanced at her hand, stroking his thigh. "I'm always available for extra work," he said ambiguously, grasping her nylon-stockinged thigh.
"Perhaps we should go someplace and discuss the, uh, terms of your employment." She covered his cock with her hand and squeezed.
"Watch where you're going!" The hiker grabbed the wheel, steering the car back on the road.
"Oops, " she giggled drunkenly, still stroking his cock.
The hiker faced her in the passenger seat, reached across the console, and ran his hand up her skirt.
"Mmm! No panties! You're the kind of slut I like." He slipped a finger in her pussy, finger banging her as she drove, the car swerving dangerously.
The last thing Abigail remembered was the guy hollering, watch out.
She had a vague memory of him finger fucking her while she drove them to a motel. It felt so good, she closed her eyes. Her daughter shaking her was her next memory.
This was not her first drunk driving accident. Only her husband's money and influence kept her from losing her driver's license and going to jail. However, this was the first one with a passenger in her car.
"What happened? Where am I?" Abigail Carraway awoke disoriented. The hospital gown hung from one shoulder, exposing one of her surgically enhanced 38D breasts. Abigail's arm was in a cast; she had bandages on her leg, and her head hurt like a bitch.
"You fucked up bad this time. You had some random guy in the car. He's in this hospital in serious condition."
"I...I don't recall much about what happened." Abigail looked around the hospital room with a vacant look, clearly still under the influence of alcohol. "Does your father know? What did he say?"
Bonnie stamped her foot in frustration. "Mother! Get your shit together! You know he's the lead attorney on that big celebrity case on the West Coast. He won't be home until the weekend, if then!"
Bonnie still wore her white designer tennis outfit sans the white lace panties. The tennis pro she fucked kept those as a souvenir.
She was petite, with a bubble butt and 34C breasts that looked huge on her 5' 1" frame. Unlike her mother's alabaster complexion, her complexion was like she had a permanent tan. She wore her dirty bold hair in a pixie cut.
She and her tennis pro did the dirty deed on his desk in his office. His cock was buried to the hilt in her hole with his balls slapping against her. He had a nice size cock. It was not as big as some she had but big enough to fill her and get her off.
Sex was Bonnie's addiction. It didn't matter if it was male or female; she had to fuck. Like an alcoholic, one cock or pussy was not enough. She was the star attraction at the various sex clubs she attended.
She tried to ignore the repeated calls to her cell phone and concentrated on fucking the tennis pro. She finally answered her persistent cell phone after the pro dropped a load deep in her pussy. The nurse practitioner in charge of the hospital called her cell phone to tell her about her mother's accident.
Abigail sat up in bed and swung her legs over the edge. She hobbled to the mirror over the sink. "Oh, my God! My face is bruised. I look like hell!"
"You should see your Mercedes," Bonnie said drily. "And your passenger!"
"What am I going to do? Your father threatened to take away my car and cut my allowance if I had another accident."
"Oh, I don't know, mother," Bonnie said drily. "Maybe stop drinking and driving. You should be more worried about your, uh, passenger. Father warned you about drinking and driving and your affairs. And please pulled that gown together. The last thing I need is to see your fucking ass."
"Young lady, I'm your mother. You will not talk to me like that." She pulled the gown aside and inspected her behind in the mirror. "Besides, I think they did an excellent job with the Brazilian butt lift."
"Mother! Concentrate! This is serious!"
"Don't you yell at me, young lady! I'll tell your father, and he'll cut your allowance."
"You're the one who will have her allowance cut. Look, while you were unconscious, I called one of the attorneys in dad's office for advice. He said we need to buy the guy off and get him to sign a release before he talks to a lawyer."
"You idiot! Any attorney from your father's firm will have to report it to him."
"Mother, you had better stop calling me names, else I'll leave and let you deal with your fuck up by yourself."
Bonnie knew the young buff attorney wouldn't divulge anything. He was one of her stable of casual lovers. She fucked him often enough to get a favor without risking him telling.
Nurse Gail Hollins was preparing to knock on the door when she heard Abigail and Bonnie's exchange. The Carraway women were the poster children for the idle, entitled rich. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door to Abigail's private room. She chose to bring the envelope from the lawyer's messenger herself rather than subject one of her nurses to the Carraway women. Their family was old money, and their grandparents endowed this hospital. Without their continuing support, it could not survive. She entered with a manila envelope in her hand.
"Mrs. Carraway, a messenger dropped this off."
Abigail snatched the envelope from the startled nurse and peremptorily dismissed her with a flick of her hand. Nurse Hollins' professional smile never wavered. Dealing with the entitled bastards and bitches who frequented this private clinic was her job, and she was paid well above the average for a person in her position to deal with these assholes.
Abigail ripped the envelope open. A certified check fluttered to the floor as she read the legal gobbledegook. Bonnie picked up the check and whistled.
"Fifty thousand dollars! This is major money."
"Why didn't he bring his ass down here and get the signature himself? He's paid well enough."
"I don't know, Mother," Bonnie sneered. "Maybe he thought if the guy you injured saw a white shoe attorney, he might decide 50K wasn't enough and sue our asses off. We'll get his room number, go there and have him sign it before the ambulance chasers get wind of what happened. I'll be your witness to his signature."
The 50-year-old Abigail and her twenty-two-year-old daughter had a contentious relationship, never forming the typical mother/daughter bond. A series of nannies and tutors raised Bonnie while Abigail played the doyen role of her social set. There was no time to raise a daughter between her social calendar and a long string of casual affairs.
Bonnie was an only child and an unplanned pregnancy. Back in the day, Abigail had a penchant for slumming for Black cock in ghetto bars. On one of her forays, three jazz combo members plied her with alcohol and drugs, inducing her to stay until closing.
They took her to the upstairs storage room. On the floor was a filthy cum stained mattress they used for their other conquests. The musicians stripped her naked and fucked her all night. They took turns, fucking every hole she had. On a few occasions, she was airtight. She staggered out at dawn with her hair plastered to her face with cum and their jizz drizzling out of her ass and pussy. She still counted that as one of the best fuck sessions she ever had.
A few weeks later, she realized she was pregnant. Her husband discovered her pregnancy when she tried to pay for an abortion using her credit card. He was outraged that she would behave so slutishly and endanger the good name of the family. He refused to allow her to abort the baby, pointing out that abortion was contrary to their faith's tenets. He ordered her to have the baby and to be more discrete in her affairs. He cared little about how she got pregnant and by whom. His only concern was the Carraway name be protected at all costs.
