U Turn E-Book

J. Garcia

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

One crazy dreadful night, one long drive, one small bar and the one encounter that made a Racer forget my troubles. 
 

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U Turn

J. Garcia

Copyright © 2020 by J. Garcia

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Speeding pass the red light and into the free way the rain poured down even harder, it looked as if a storm was on its way. I hadn’t the slightest clue as to where the hell I was. After leaving my garage I only started driving and driving at top gear. It took me back to my car racing days feeling the wind on my face while everything passed by my eyes in a flash.

I always soaked in the adrenaline and let all my thoughts escape with acceleration. My foot on the petal, I kept steering I could barely make out shit through the smeared windows. I took a U-turn on the road couldn’t clearly see. Miles out of town I was beginning to lose gas then I spotted a huge glowing sign marked BAR on it. I decided to pull up in the driveway I needed way more supplements to calm the anger that was stirring inside me. I slammed my fist on the steering wheel before unlocking the door. I draped my coat over my head and ran inside the small building for shelter. Inside I saw a couple of bikers, how I knew they were bikers? Because it was evident from the eccentric tattoos on their skin, long beards and their black leather clothing laced with chains. If there weren’t three normal looking guys sitting at the counter I would’ve been the only apple amongst oranges.

Quickly I took an empty stool alerting the bartender to approach.

“I’ll have a tall glass of beer.” I said and he came back with one. I gulped the beer down without stopping until it was all gone. “Keep ‘em coming.”

“Quite a drinker, buddy, where you from anyway?” asked the friendly Santa Claus looking bartender.

“Chicago. I needed to get some things off my head.”

I replied as he refilled the jug.

“No kidding, you a long way from home. Let me guess, girl trouble?” Hearing those two last words made me grunt.

I killed the second round of beer before nodding to him.

“Do you get a lot of us poor saps daily?”

I asked pushing the jug to him for another refill.

“Yeah, but never from as far as Chicago, who broke your heart, buddy?” I drank, slowly this time, remaining silent. It all went down just couple hours ago, my knuckles still stained with drips of the bastard’s blood. That wicked bitch actually had the nerve to call the police on me.

“Wow that bad, huh?” I inhaled feeling the beer starting to take effect on my raging nerves and somehow I decided to give my new friend my humiliating story.

“Imagine coming home early one day to surprise your wife since you were on a business trip for five days. But instead, you heard sex noises from your own bedroom and go in there only to find your not so loving wife screwing her Yoga instructor, in your own fucking bed.” I had another big gulp.

“Damn dude that’s tough” his eyes were size of golf balls as he rubbed his head in pity for me, which I didn’t really care for. “Hey, haven’t I seen your face somewhere before?”

“Impossible, this is my first time in this joint.”

“No…not in person I mean.”

“Well you probably seen one of my racing posters, I’m Troy Lance”

“Holy shit, I knew it! You’re the Car Racer with the twenty point two seconds record,” He pointed at me with excitement.

“Yeah that was me back in the day, the three time NASCAR champion until I got married to a stupid lying bitch!” I yelled across the room attracting the attention of everyone without realizing. Well, at least the liquor was giving me a sense of humor.

Taking a good look at everybody in this bar I also realized I was definitely a long way from home.

“Hey, it’s all good guys, guess who this is? Troy Lance, that’s right Troy freaking Lance, our favorite Racer!”

My friend came to my rescue saving me from a drunken embarrassment not that it mattered much to me at the moment.

But out of nowhere a mass of bikers huddled around me, cheering and patting me on the back seemed to be their form of a hand shake. It was like I was a freaking celebrity, In Chicago one kid asked for my autograph once and he was only my nephew.

“You’re my idol man.” Mr. Biker mouthed with admiration. He and all rest wanted their pictures taken with me which I humbly obliged to do with my buddy bartender doing the honors as our photographer. Another round of loud cheering filled the room with each picture taken. I even ended up signing some biker arms.

“Hey don’t worry anything you order is on the house, pal, I’m Dan by the way,” He extended his hand proving he wasn’t a part of the biker pack. I smiled shaking his hand. I was half way wasted, but that wasn’t the reason for smiling. I actually felt a stroke of joy at the spectacle taking place in my honor.

“Attention everyone,” A soft husky voice sounded through a mike though there was too much of a fuss going on over me for anyone to hear.

“I said, attention gentlemen!” The female voice barked loud only enhanced by the base of the big speakers. I almost jumped out the stool.

I turned and saw a woman most likely in her forties with way too much make-up on her face wearing a brown fur coat. Someone should report her to PETA. She was standing in the centre on what appeared to be a karaoke stage, or something like that at least.

“Presenting the one and only, Flavors…”

All the lights suddenly went out and the stage area then lit up bright.

“Hit it Dan.” The fur coat woman yelled. My new buddy switched on the stereo. The beat of the song playing was familiar to me it was featured in that action movie I liked, what was the name again? Triple X, yeah that’s it, in the hot scene with Vin Diesel and the exotic girl dancing on the bed.

Three gorgeous looking women all dressed in nothing but lingerie completed with corsets, G strings and high heels stomped their way on the stage. Their legs were moving in unison making a delightful entrance. They danced slow and seductive, same vibe as the music bumming. It was obviously rehearsed like a modern burlesque show. The crowd of bikers cheered out clapping each time the girls swayed their hips and threw a piece of their clothing at them.

I made a whistle then slapped hands with my buddy Dan before returning my attention to the entertainment in front.

“Come on fellas, you call that an applause? Show them some real love!” She commanded the crowd.

Everyone happily obliged while watching the girls roll on the floor kittenishly, they brought out a small stool and knelt around it, then, just completely. Out of nowhere another one came prowling towards the stool her head was held down I couldn’t see her face only the flaming red locks the light shone upon. She sat on the stool with her legs apart as she started grinding sensually before whipping her hair from side to side, downwards to between her knees before flipping it behind, revealing her face. She had baby-like plumped cheeks and pink, thin lips. Her gaze was fierce with some striking emerald eyes.

She got up and hooked one heel on the stool grinding wickedly to the beat. She strutted forward for the grand finale dancing so seductively I couldn’t take my eyes off of her it was as if I was in a trance until I felt a bulge growing in pants. The other three now stood and fled to her, removing the scarf she had on and tossed it in the crowd. I had never been so glad I was a good baseball player. I caught it before anyone else could. The song ended with its signature title, ‘lick’ and instantly their tongues slithered up the sides of her neck. They all froze again and the stage lights went out followed by even louder chants and whistles. “Oh yeah, baby!” One drunken biker roared.

“Damn.”

I barely managed to utter disappointed it had ended so soon.

“Well you look as handsome as you did on my ex boyfriend’s wall seven,” fur coat lady said.

Wait, when did she get over here?

“Howdy, I’m Eleanor Ray,” She greeted with a sassy southern accent, extending her hand with the longest polished nails I’ve ever seen.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

I shook her hand trying not to cut my fingers in the process.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much.” I said, giving her a very happy smile to prove I wasn’t lying.

“Hey girls, come on out here, I got someone I want ya’ll to meet.” She called, and the next thing I knew, the performers appeared still dressed in their sultry outfits, walking my way. Before I was overcome with excitement I notice there were three of them. They were the ones that first came on stage. Where was the green eyed, red head?

“Man, you sure hit the jackpot when you decided to stop by here. It’s time to forget about your cheating wife.” Dan whispered to me with a wink.

“Hell yeah,” I murmured to him.

We both chuckled silently as the ladies stood at the fur coat Queen’s side.

“Troy Lance, this is Buttercup,” She gestured to the tall brunette. “Cinnamon,” Who was the other brunette with an olive toned skin waving to me. “And Honey.” The blonde waved even more flirtatious.

I smiled and shook hands with each of them complimenting their previous dance routine and telling them how much I enjoyed it.

“Oh, you just too kind, Mr. Lance,” the blonde said giggling with the other two. Their outfits were color coded to match their names peach, brown and yellow respectively, but it was their massive boobs that caught the attention of the whole bar. Dan was practically drooling.

“Oh, by the way, aren’t you ladies missing a group member?”

“Where is that girl this time?” The queen sighed.

“She’s right behind you Eleanor dear.”

She spun almost tripping on the fur.

My jaw dropped at the sight of the sexy siren once again setting off my loins. My bulge grew wild causing me to flinch a bit on my stool top.

“Why do you have to be so childish and sneak up on us like that?” Honey, the blonde snickered.

“Well, here’s our little princess. Troy, this is Cherry.” Eleanor introduced.

“Cherry, I see, suits you nicely.”

I commented eyeing her from top to bottom. The bright pink corset hugged her curves beautifully. The woman looked like something out of every red blooded man’s fantasy.

“So you’re the has-been, Champion Racer that stole our spotlight tonight,” She mouthed cheekily, placing a hand on her round hip.

“Please excuse her attitude, Troy. She behaves that way with everyone.”

Eleanor informed.

“It’s quite okay, trust me Cherry. Compared to you, nobody remembered I existed.”You’re a feisty one, but I like it.

“Would you like to have a drink with me?” I offered, staring at her intensely.

“You would want to think twice about that, Mr. Lance. Spare yourself the agony of her rudeness.” Honey warned, giving her a clear jealous look.

“I don’t mind, it’s definitely worth it.” I assured without removing my stare from my feisty red head.

“Why not, after all, our manager seems to be a huge fan of yours,” She hopped on the bar stool next to me.

“Glass of wine, please,” She ordered, tapping on the counter top.

“Sure thing, Cherry,” Dan scrambled for a bottle.

“Red or white?”

She smiled, and I sighed to myself. “Surprise me.”

She kinda appeared younger than the others, once you can see through all the mascara and lipstick on her face. Must be around twenty-three or four, there was a difference with her body too. She obviously hadn’t followed the trend of getting a boob job. All the others were the same D size and everything else in the room bounced more than their tits. Hers were natural, smaller yet still plump and was barely held together by the tight corset, exposing such a nice, kissable cleavage.

My zipper was now about to burst at any minute. The sexy creature beside me was triggering an out of control erection that I had never experienced before I felt like a hormonal teenager again.Snap out of it man. You got to work your way into getting some first.I muttered in my head.

“On my free tap,” I told Dan.

She smiled to my buddy while he brought her a glass of white Merlot.

“My girls are exhausted, serve them some drinks and let us discuss business in your office.” Dan nodded to fur coat Queen.

They went to the opposite end of the counter, Honey sat, a frown on her face.

“You two behave while I’m gone now.”

Eleanor said grinning suspiciously to Cherry then to me. She and Dan later disappeared into the small office beside the liquor shelf.

“How old are you?”

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