Chapter 10

I led Natasha towards home in my new cherry red dually pickup truck. She followed in her beat-up and rusty white delivery van. Every 200 miles we stopped for a bathroom break, a snack or meal, and a quickie in the back of her van. Each time we finished screwing, she lit a cigarette and I reminded her that I didn’t like smoking. Each time she blew smoke in my face and told me to deal with it. Each time I talked dirtier and dirtier, arousing and annoying her, which pushed our fuck sessions to even greater heights of fiery passion.

Around midnight we stopped at a gas station in a small town in western Kansas. We parked at the pumps and refueled, then walked inside. A moment later a man in a leather jacket and ski mask ran in shouting, “FREEZE! This is a stick-up!”

My new lover was quicker than I. By the time he had the revolver out of his pocket; Natasha bloodied his right cheek with her sharp fingernails, kicked him in the balls, then ripped up the left side of his face too. I was ferociously angry when I saw her in danger! I grabbed the robber’s belt and the back of his jacket. He shot a beer fridge as I flung him through the glass front door. He made a dent in the side of my shiny new truck when he crashed into it. As we heard him scream and run off, I was shocked to realize I’d just thrown a man my own size over twenty feet!

We put our items on the counter as the clerk stared at us in terror. With blood dripping from her razorlike fingernails, Natasha asked, “How much?”

“Uh ... Free! Free! It’s on the house! Thanks!”

I could smell her desire and excitement as we walked outside. I saw the shiny chromed gun laying on the pavement and threw it into the lake on the far side of the road. Tawny hugged me tightly, then licked my lips. She turned me on even more with a bet, “I can smell how badly you want to put a baby in me. If you beat me to Denver you can throw out my birth control pills, but if I get there first you buy me a new van.”

I kissed her and polished her teeth with my tongue. “That’s a bet! I’ll be there waiting for you.” I reached for my keys and was shocked yet again, when she clawed one of my front tires and ran to her van. I was astounded to see her fingernails had punctured the tire sidewall in three places! She laughed and climbed into her seat as I playfully shouted, “CHEATER!”

Just before dawn, I was entering Denver on highway 70 and realized we hadn’t discussed where we’d meet. I called her cell and she naughtily said, “Somewhere in Denver. It’s not like it’s a big city, with only three quarters of a million people. Come find me!” I thought the sassy giggling just before she hung up was cute and sexy at the same time.

I rolled down my window and drove around trying to detect her aroma. I eventually found her scent near the Women’s Prison, then followed it to a hotel. I walked in and saw her drinking coffee in the lobby. I called out, “Natasha! That was a dirty trick! You owe me a new tire!”

She loudly replied from halfway across the lobby, “How about I pay you with a blowjob? And I won, so you owe me a new van.” The half dozen other men in the lobby stared as she removed her jacket and tied it around her waist, revealing the bright purple bikini top she usually danced in. She lifted a man’s jaw with a finger and teased, “Stare all you want, Gramps, but Ron is the only one who’s getting any.”

She jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. The men stared again as we Frenched kissed quite a while. I kept holding her and answered, “Those are expensive tires, two blowjobs. Did you get us a room?”