by Carmen Faye
Walking over to a quieter area, Speed approached Aubrey. “Hello there, sweetheart.”
“Hi, Speed. Have you been here long?”
“Since before the race started. Don't worry, I'm not going to miss out seeing my investment go through. That was a great performance by the way.”
“Yeah, except I lost. At least it made Darcy happy. You can't let her know I threw the race, okay? It would really mess with her self-confidence.” Aubrey was leaning up against a truck, probably tired after the effort she'd put in, just to wind up coming in second.
“Why, is she one of those emotional chicks who thinks everything should be about her? That'd be right…” Speed spat on the ground without any shame. Some guys who were walking near them looked at him in disgust, but quickly looked away when they saw Speed's MC logo, tattoos, and the size of him.
“What do you mean by that?” Aubrey was nervous, and that told Speed she had the hots for him. He was already pretty sure she did, because she'd been messaging him way more than necessary about this plan.
“Why do you care? I thought you cycling types were meant to be really competitive and hate each other. Isn't that what sports are all about?”
“We're not a football team. We've been friends since we were teenagers. She's my friend. We're just rivals, too, is all.”
“If you're such good friends, maybe you can introduce us. I'd love to see what her pussy tastes like. Shit, she's so hot I wouldn't even make he take a shower first.”
“That's disgusting.” Aubrey grimaced but then she continued to look at Speed like a lost puppy.
“And yet you still want to fuck me, right?”
“No, I didn't say that. Why are you being such an asshole? I'd better get back out there. Some news teams still want to talk to me, even though I didn't win. I guess maybe some of them are wondering why I slowed down suddenly. Do you think they're going to find out? I swear I didn't say anything, and I won't.”
“I know you won't,” Speed said sternly. He stared at her for a few seconds just to make sure she knew he was serious. “Don’t worry,” he added eventually, giving her a playful touch on the shoulder. “You’ll be back on top in no time. And your brother’s legs won’t need to be broken by that bastard lone shark’s guys.”
“Well, Darcy is acting suspicious, I just wanted you to know. What if she's onto us?”
“Shit, what’s she going to do? Complain about coming in first place? She can suck my dick, and you know I'd love to let her. Even if she tells you she's got it all figured out, just keep denying it. There's no way she's going to find any proof; there isn't any as far as you are she are concerned.”
Aubrey looked away from him. He was standing in front of her, and she clearly wanted to take that as a sign he was into her. He’d first contacted Aubrey a week earlier, after her brother had contacted The Wild Cards motorcycle club — Speed’s club. They'd worked out this deal, where he’d bet a shit load of cash on Darcy, and Aubrey would throw the race right before the finish line.
“What’s the matter,” he asked. “You can’t dwell on losing. You didn’t really lose, you had that bitch, no problem. It might be a boring sport, but I was paying close attention to it.”
“I don’t think people are going to buy it. Did it seem obvious that I lost on purpose?”
“This is my business, and I can tell you honestly, no one is going to figure out what happened. Unless you start talking, that is. Like we already talked about, you're not going to do that.”
“Do you think you might like to come out for a drink to celebrate? I'm so relieved that my brother's going to get out of his debts now. If they had of hurt him, I don't know what I would have done. He's the closest family member I've got.”
“Hey, that's great. I'm glad I could help. I'd better bet getting back to my bike, though. Those dickheads made me leave it parked out in the sun, half a mile away from this stupid crowd,” Speed said. He'd heard her offer but was hoping he could just ignore it and she wouldn't have the guts to ask again. That was better than having to upset to fragile thing by directly refusing her.
“Speed, did you want to come back to my place? I know you think I'm pretty. I saw you looking at me when I was stretching before the race.” She cupped her tits and pushed them together. They weren't particularly big, but damn were they supple and perky. “You could do whatever you want to me. Tell me you don't have a few things in mind that you'd like to do. You'd be lying.”
“Shit, that's a tempting offer, Aubrey. Yeah, there are some very fun things I'd enjoy doing with you. Tight, toned ass like that? I could pick you up and do any position they've ever thought of with you. Damn it…but I can't.”
“That's bullshit. You'd fuck anything with a wet hole, I know you would. What's wrong with me? I'm not good enough? I'm too good?” She was starting to cry a little bit, but the overt anger that was taking her over was great at pushing those tears back. Her face contorted like another personality was suddenly in control. It was actually worrying to watch, if not at slightly scary.
“You have a dark side to you, don't you? I just don't want you fucking around, messing up your head trying to lock down what you can't have. I'm not the kind to stat; it looks like you are looking for someone who'll be there for you after the bodily fluids are all wiped away. I'm trying to be a nice guy about this, can't you see that?” Why did he feel like he was almost groveling to make her happy? He barely knew Aubrey. Yeah, she was a sweet kid and all. Speed could tell that something was wrong with her head, too. That made him want to look out for her, protect her from himself, as clichéd as that sounded. “I’d love to…best to not mix business and pleasure, sorry sweetheart.”
Her features faded back to a state of normalcy, albeit one that was steeped in melancholy now. The excited Aubrey who was pumped up to race and to talk to him was gone. She looked away and faked a smile, her lips thin and pretty. “So, just to double check, you made the bet on Darcy, and you won the money we need?”
“Fuck yes I did. Don’t worry, your brother’s debts are being cleared by one of my boys as we speak. He’s in the clear. You did a good thing, sweetheart.” He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. “Why don’t you take a little cut for yourself? It’s not fair that you have to do all the work and not get anything for yourself.”
“Don't try to buy me off because you feel bad. You don't want to fuck me, that's fine. I can get it wherever I want. Keep your money, please, Speed.”
That sad look on her face was too much, even for a dirt bag like Speed. He had a soft spot for such a sweet looking girl. And this one clearly had some serious issues she was working through. That was the problem: he knew how damaged she might be.
“You know I’d love to bang you up, down, and sideways. It’s just not a good idea right now. There's nothing wrong with you personally. We don't like to mix that kind of pleasure with our business, Aubrey. I've got a club to look out for. What kind of a message would that send to my boys, if I just fucked every hottie we dealt with? We don't stick our dicks where we shit.” He chuckled a little on the inside at that potent imagery.
“That's disturbing. I understand, though, even if it is shit. Maybe after this is all in the past, then. Can I call you sometime?” That sad glimmer of hope that might have made a more empathetic man crack. Speed thought of the numerous texts, IMs, and requests to video chat. They hadn't met up again since he first approached her while she was getting a smoothie after a training session, alone. He'd been drunk when Aubrey wanted to video chat, and she'd been wearing skimpy little shorts and a see through top when he answered. That was fun to look at, and he liked to keep tabs on people who he was bringing in on business schemes. He didn't anticipate that she'd end up being bat shit crazy. That's what she was, as far as Speed was concerned.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” she said.
That was such a tired line, it felt like they were married or something. Speed hadn’t even fucked her and he knew he needed to run away quickly,
before she started showing up at his place, or even worse, at the club headquarters. If the guys in his club got a look at her, they'd have her naked and addicted to meth in no time, when all she really wanted was a good fix of Speed. Best to give her a bit of false hope and then ditch her right away.
“You might get lucky some time. Never know. I’d better head off. It'd be best if you just didn't call me for a few weeks, okay.” He turned to find the quickest way to his bike, and that’s when he saw the hottie who he’d helped win the race. Her name was Darcy, he remembered. She was something else, that was for sure. Her ass was tight, but stuck out just enough to give a man something to really hammer on. It made his dick twitch just to look at her for a second, and that always told him one thing: Speed was going to fuck that cyclist. Hell, maybe he’d even let her crazy friend, Aubrey, watch or join in. He was in the mood for some fun after all, having just made a nice pile of cash for his club.
He yelled out to Darcy and congratulated her. She just stared at him with her mouth a little open. The dopey chick even bumped into a couple, the same couple Speed had had his altercation with before. Darcy looked back over at him as soon as she had apologized to the couple for not looking what she was doing. Yeah, it was pretty clear she thought he was sexy. Speed didn't blame her, though.
He even winked charismatically, hoping to make sure she’d remember him the next time they met. There had to be a next time; you didn’t let a piece of ass that tasty looking get away. She saw him and just looked confused, then noticed he’d been talking to Aubrey, and shot Speed a sharp look. That bitch might be on to us, he thought. Oh well, let her come looking for answers. I’ll show her by bedroom instead.
Chapter Three
After finishing up with the rest of the interviewers, people from local newspapers, bloggers, and a few more from various TV channels, Darcy and Aubrey were taken to the designated cyclist station. There was a little kitchen, fridge, place to sit and relax, a toilet that was closed to the public, and a block of showers. There was no one else in there, since Aubrey and Darcy had taken longer to get away from the crowd. That was one of the things about coming in the top three places: everyone wanted to talk to you. It was a welcome burden, but made sure that the two women were extremely tired by the time they finally got to relax.
They sat on the sofa for a time, just sipping on some juice and eating crunchy oat bars that had been supplied by one of the event sponsors.
“These things are pretty good,” said Darcy.
“Yeah, I thought you'd like them. I read about the new even sponsor last week online, so I bought some of the snacks. I think I might be addicted.”
“I can't believe these things are actually nutritious. They taste way too good. Technology really is improving, hey.”
“I know. I wish they'd sponsor me,” said Aubrey. That was a sore topic for both of them, the old problem of looking for a sponsor. “Or one of us deserves it.”
“You'd be totally set, then. Don't worry; we'll get sponsored soon enough.”
“In time for the Tour de France? That doesn't look too likely, especially for me…coming in second place.”
The bitter look told Darcy plenty. The only problem was, she couldn't figure out exactly what. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” asked Darcy, leaning forward on the sofa and looking at her friend, studying her face to reveal a hint of some clue about what was going on in her head. “Can I be honest with you, Aubrey?”
“If you must.”
“I must. I think there's something fishy going on, and that guy who was talking to you, the one in the biker jacket, he had something to do with it. I'm right, aren't I? You've never been upset like this, not when I was the one to come in first instead of you. You're not like that.” Darcy's smile was contagious and Aubrey's sour look was soon gone.
“You're right about something smelling fish, but it's not the biker guy. You should hit the showers, dear.
“Oh, you bitch! Fine. How about I buy you an early dinner after that?”
It felt good to wash up and get back to feeling normal. Darcy experienced shivers as the hot water poured down over her naked body. It was like another kind of orgasm, or the feeling you got after having great sex, even hours after. That's what it was like racing, competing, pushing herself to her physical and mental limits and riding on the rush of adrenaline that came along with it. Darcy wasn’t eager because she had to get clean. That sweat was earned, and it didn't bother her in itself. Yeah, she always liked to get back to feeling and smelling like a lady, even though riding was her favorite thing in the world, besides sex maybe.
Darcy had not gotten any recently. The last guy to fuck her had been another rider, who was competing from interstate. His name was Terrance…something. She didn't remember his last name, mostly because he'd done so poorly in the race. They had sex before riding, which was lucky for him. Darcy wasn't looking to do it with a loser. That was too bad, because sex after a big race was amazing. Her body was already worked up, and all of her senses were buzzing. Even just the water of the shower was making her feel like she could cum without too much effort. If Aubrey wasn't in the shower next to her, with just a low divider between them, Darcy would have rubbed one out before drying off.
Too bad. Darcy would have to wait until she got home to satisfy her growing need for sex…with her vibrating boyfriend who lived in a dresser drawer.
“That’s so much better,” she said to Aubrey as they drove off together. Their gear was in the vans of their respective coaches. At their level, they didn’t have to worry about anything but training and racing. There was some awkward silence, and Darcy wondered if she should say anything more about the race. “So, where should we go for dinner? Can we get pizza? All this fucking training, and I think we both deserve to splurge, don’t you? I promise not to tell Marlene if you don’t tell Steve.” Marlene was Aubrey’s coach, an energetic forty-something woman who was built like a tank.
“Are you joking? Marlene would find out, and I’d never hear the end of it. She'd probably tell on you, too, and Steve would chew you out later.”
“Okay, fine,” said Darcy. “You're not that much fun sometimes, you know that.”
“As long as I keep my perfect figure, I don't need to be a lot of fun.” Aubrey put her nose up in the air, pretending to be a stuck up snob. The impression was comical and made Darcy grin.
“Please, like you could ever be anything but gorgeous. Any guy in the world would trip over their own grandmother just to get a shot at taking you on a date.”
“Yeah? Well, not every guy, but thanks. I think some of them prefer blondes.”
“What?” asked Darcy, but she didn't get a chance to continue that line of inquiry, because the waitress came to ask what they had decided to eat. They didn’t get pizza, both ordering chicken and whole pasta meals, hold the creamy topping, and big salads on the side. Darcy had simply copied Aubrey's order, instead of trying to work out what a nutritionally complete meal for herself would be. She didn't have the concentration to worry about that right now, not with her pent up sexual frustration and the thought of that sexy biker guy still in the back of her mind.
“So…I have to thank you,” said Darcy with mischief in her mind. “You know I couldn’t have won without you.” She laughed. Aubrey laughed, too, more than she normally would have at such a lame joke. That pretending might have been a sign she was hiding something, or that she was genuinely bitter about losing.
“Shut up,” Aubrey said, sounding playful. “Like you’ve never messed up big like that.”
“Hey, if I didn't give you a hard time about this, what kind of best friend would I be? It's just friendly rivalry, right? It just so happens I kicked your ass this time.”
“If that's what you want to call it, I'll bite. But don't forget that in the many years we’ve been friends, I have seen you do some seriously dumb things. And we're talking du-umb.”
“Is that so?” Darcy sipped at her water. She'd ordered a Diet
Coke, despite how incredibly unhealthy they were. At least it wouldn't eat into her calorie allotment for the day. That was very handy, indeed, because she had worked up a serious appetite. In addition to being hungry, however, that appetite was for something more than food. She put that thought out of her mind, and focused on the other burning desire that was on her mind: finding out more about the race.
“And the same goes for you. Like, throwing a race would be very dumb. Aubrey, look at me. I know you slowed down on purpose. You’ve never let me win unless I earned it before. What’s the fucking deal?”
But her friend just took another mouthful of food and chewed it quietly. She wouldn’t make eye contact either.
“I’m not going to give up on this, Aubrey. You’re going to tell me what’s going on.”
“No, just leave it, please. Trust me. I would never lose on purpose, and it's getting pretty insulting that you think I would.” She raised her voice just a touch, but it was not convincing as far as Darcy was concerned.