Page 69 of Trading Paint
All this resulted in me taking this trophy girl to the men’s bathroom when Sway disappeared with Emma.
Still not knowing her name, I never even asked if she wanted it. I just assumed that’s what she wanted...it was what they all wanted.
So there we were in the bathroom, locked in a stall.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, her kisses just as frantic as mine. The problem was that I felt nothing.
When I kissed Sway, I felt everything. Each kiss I felt with a burning desire for more.
This wasn’t like that but it was providing a distraction.
I hesitated not knowing if this trophy girl wanted this or not but I figured when I unzipped my racing suit down to my waist and pushed her panties aside that she would have stopped me if it wasn’t what she wanted.
She never did stop me and Jesus Christ, she was loud.
I think you could hear her moans outside. I was thankful Spencer had stuffed condoms in my racing suit.
This only being my second time, I only lasted maybe three minutes. I don’t think I knew what the fuck I was doing but judging by her screams, she seemed to enjoy it.
I set her down when I finished. Pulling my racing suit back up, I tossed the condom in the toilet.
She smiled and kissed me again. “Thanks Jameson. That was amazing.”
I untangled myself from her and smiled.
“Thanks,” running my hand down my jaw I smiled at her. “Seeyaaround.”
Looking back on those times I’m ashamed at the way I treated them but it is what it is. I wasn’t going to provide them with anything and I think they knew that. No one climbs on a man’s lap in the pits and asks for a ride without knowing it’s a onetime thing. At least this was my reasoning behind it.
When I got back to my trailer, Tommy was loading the rest of the tools by himself.
“Where is everyone?” I was surprised to see Spencer wasn’t helping.
Tommy’s head shot up when he heard my voice.
“Oh...well, Sway left with Emma. Said something about being tired. They caught a ride back to the hotel with some guy and then Spencer and Alley are over there somewhere.” He gestured to a field on the other side of the track before throwing my helmet inside the truck.
I wondered who Sway left with first and then felt bad because for my own needs I left Tommy to clean up byhimself.
“Here, let me get that.” I told him carrying the chairs toward the bed of my truck. “Did you see who Sway left with?”
“No, didn’t ask.” Tommy let out a grunt as he pushed the toolbox on the trailer. “It was another driver from the looks of what he was wearing. It might have been Justin, I think, or maybe it was Ryder...hell, I don’t know.”
“You okay?” he seemed irritated.
“I’m just tired.”
I knew the feeling.
I was still amazed at the shit all of us did just to race. Yeah I was the one driving the car, feeling the adrenaline rush but we all had the drive to go racing and would do whatever it took to make it to the next track.
Take Tommy for example. He didn’t have to be doing this but he traveled with us helping in any way he could for what, a hamburger here and beer there? He never asked for anything. He just wanted to be there. But all that took a toll on us by the time October rolled around. We were all tired. We worked well together but we definitely had our moments.
I had two of the best guys around working on my car each week. Alley did my schedule and talked to track owners and sponsors because I couldn’t without saying something stupid. Emma could sell crack to a nun so she handled the promotional side of the sponsorship and any media events and then there was Sway...she was there to keep me sane.
Later that night, I voiced my gratitude to Sway.
“Thanks.” I told Sway as we slept alongside Nehalem Highway that night.
