Chapter 151: Road Trip

Molly told me that we weren’t driving directly home. Instead we were taking a road trip to the beach. She only told me that I needed to get to I-40 and take that to Wilmington, NC. We would be eating the food we had left over from the nudist camp. Our only stops would be when we stopped for bathroom breaks or gas.

At least that was the plan.

I don’t think I will ever get comfortable with the gawking I get whenever I get out of the Lotus at a rest area. Molly is doing surprisingly well dealing with all the people crowding in around her.

Molly still asked me if I could drop her off before I parked and she would text me when she was ready to go. While she didn’t like being out in a strange place all alone, it was better than the looks she got when she didn’t speak to anyone asking her about the car. Plus, it let her take as long as she needed to take care of her business in the throne room.

I know she heard the few nasty comments about her acting like she was too far above their social status to talk to them.

She had a different sort of business in mind as we drove into Wilmington, North Carolina where I-40 ended. With her navigating we pulled up in front of a Kohl’s department store. As she got out she pointed to the Audi dealership that the other end of the parking lot. I got a message from

I bet they wouldn’t have come rushing out like ravenous wolves if I drove up in my Honda. I wonder if they have some security company on speed-dial to run off the people who looked like they couldn’t afford the oil changes.

“Time for a little fun,” a message said on my goggles. “Any of the cars you look on their lot will show you the dealer invoice, MSRP and all incentives. Below that you will see their default ‘drive off the lot’ price as well as the ‘best price’ offer they will give you if you start to walk away. While the owner of the dealership is a good guy, his salesmen are self-serving, lying assholes. Now the pretty, red-headed saleswoman is a straight shooter and needs every dime in commissions she can get. Go tell her you want to see what Audi has to offer. As you walk around ask her to show you the cars on the lot she would buy for herself if money was no object. She will surprise you with her choice. Once you know which one she wants go to the sales manager to make it clear that he has ten minutes to put his best price on paper and bring it to her. Make it quite clear to him that you have done your research, so you know what they paid for it and all available incentives.”

He explained exactly what to expect from the dealership as they tried to make a deal. First, they would automatically assume I was trading the Lotus and would tweak the numbers to make the deal look unbelievable. By the time I got their first offer on paper they would have already run the VIN on the Lotus, peeked at the mileage, run a DMV check on the title and see how much I might owe on it. He emphasized that once they put their offer on paper that it was a valid contract that would hold up in court. I was to cross out everything below the sales price of the car. That was where they would have the Lotus at way below market value, bullshit fees, random charges and similar things to jack up their profit. I only needed to give it back to them and tell them to write it up with only the new vehicle at the price they quoted.

But wait ... That’s not all!

The next sales contract would have some outrageous interest rate over seventy-two months to try to salvage some profit out of the deal. I was to pull out my credit cards as I explained I didn’t need any financing. If they didn’t want to charge it to my debit card(s), I would go get them cash. I still would have to pay the “document fee” because that goes right to the owner of the dealership.

Once I had the title in hand, I needed to write out two copies of a sales contract selling the car to the saleswoman for a dollar. All I then needed to do was to sign the title over to her and give her the keys to her new car. He told me he had his own private reasons for having me do him this favor.

Ok. What the fuck? Even if it isn’t “my” money and the man in the machine wants this to happen, should I really bother questioning it? He has done a lot for me without asking for anything in return. Even helping him get freed from the secret training base was Molly’s idea. Oh shit! What about Molly! She is going to be pissed at having to wait while I play this game.

As if he was reading my mind, and maybe he was somehow, I got another message saying, “Molly will still be a while. There is a salon next to Kohl’s. She is taking baby steps for her to become more comfortable at being touched by strangers. She is getting her first ever manicure and pedicure before she goes shopping. If it looks like you will run long I will message her that you are doing something for me. I will tell her that she should splurge to get them to work their magic on her hair to make her look absolutely stunning with her tan.

What the hell, I don’t have any other pressing plans.

As I drove onto the Audi lot I could practically see the salesmen drooling as I pull into a parking space. It was hard not to break out laughing when even salesman trying to make sale abandoned their customers to join the pack of greasy wolves moving in to jump the rich kid getting out of the Lotus. As I slowly made my way toward the building I saw the redheaded woman was standing outside, but she was hanging back near the doors. The group of salesmen delighted in guiding me to their TT and R8 models as they explained they were much better than the Lotus. Each model they offered had a ton of luxury features and people wouldn’t consider any of their top-end cars as being “little dick” cars.

I would love to show them my “little” dick that goes with my “little dick” car.

“Wow. You do have some amazing cars, but I’m just browsing right now,” I explained.

Like a dog running off with a mischief’s meal, the salesmen rushed back over to the guys they had been trying to con into buying some outrageously expensive car to match their social status, regardless of the price. A few gave me their best shot at getting me into the car of my dreams. I continued to ignore their feeble attempts as I walked right up to the saleswoman.

Car of my dreams my ass. More like the commission of their dreams. I wonder how much they would add on to the sale to line their pockets?

“We know what those wolves want to try to con me into buying whatever gets them the biggest commission,” I told her. “Not only are you very pretty, you don’t seem to be salivating at the thought of every customer like they are just a commission. If you aren’t with a customer right now would you mind showing me around? I’m curious to see which of the cars here you would buy for yourself if you had a big bucket of cash you had to spend before midnight.”

She gave me a very contemplative look for a minute before we started walking around the lot.

When we got next to a blue two-door convertible TT roadster she said, “I would love to have this one, but I have three kids, so that won’t work at all.”

We walked over to look at others she liked except that she found something wrong with each one. They were either too expensive to be practical, more muscle than she needed or just weren’t her style. I saw another style of convertible over on the edge of the lot and headed over that way.

“What about this one? It has four seats, so it would hold three kids,” I asked.

“I would love it, but my oldest child is still too small to ride in the front seat safely,” she told me. “What I really need is a minivan, but we don’t sell those here. Even with a big bucket of money I would still want to get some use out of my employee discount. The only thing we have that comes close to a minivan is the Q7. Unfortunately, the dealership only orders the most expensive, fully loaded models to have on the lot. These Q7s start at ninety grand before fees and packages. I can almost get two fully loaded top-of-the-line Honda minivans for that price.”

I sort of mentioned I might be interested in one of the dozen of the Q7s they had on the lot. She directed me right over to a white Q7 she said had been on the lot for a while because that color wasn’t popular anymore this year. She even joked that she would seriously consider it if the boss knocked the price down to something reasonable that she could swing.

“Well the Lotus is pretty cramped and really high profile, as you noticed when I pulled up,” I explained. “I love to drive it around. It sucks that there isn’t anywhere I can open it up to let it run. Plus, I’m sure as heck not about to drive to the mall or go get some fast food place. No one would really notice the Q7 with all the other SUVs out there. Would you mind writing it up for me after I see what the sales manager is willing to do to get it off the lot? I don’t have a lot of time before I have to pick up my friend and my dad told me never to play the grind game.”

Did she just have a small orgasm?

It only took her a few minutes of typing around on the computer to come up with some numbers for the Q7 alone. As I walked up to the sales manager’s office my goggles were showing the invoice pricing. As expected, there were fifteen grand worth of dealer incentives for the Q7 that the saleswoman’s computer didn’t show to put on the quote. The MSRP was just over ninety thousand dollars. With the dealer incentives and customer cash back, the MSRP was now less than seventy grand and that still included the bogus paint warranties, tire inflation fee, tags and title processing charges.

Wow the dealer documentation fees are twenty-two hundred dollars? I thought they were normally around a grand. The only thing on the paintjob from the factory is bird shit and crud from the last time it rained. It hasn’t even been detailed or waxed once yet.

I introduced myself to the sales manager and then handed him the quote the woman had given me.

“So here is the deal. I’ve someone I need to pick up in half an hour and needed to kill some time. I didn’t expect to find anything that grabbed my eye. Your saleswoman’s knowledge of the cars on your lot is excellent. Unlike the commission hungry salesmen out there, she made a great case for why I should consider the Q7. The Lotus is a bit cramped in the back and doesn’t have enough room in the trunk for a long trip,” I explained. “I’m not sure how people bought cars before the Internet. It only took me seconds to see that her quote didn’t take off the fifteen grand in dealer incentives from Audi or the customer cash the salesmen told me about. I never knew that you couldn’t order any of next year’s inventory when you still have plenty of this year’s models still on your lot. I figure I can give you ten minutes to give me your best offer on the white Q7 before I go see what deals Porsche is willing to offer me. You have one shot here to give me the deal. I’m out of here in eleven minutes otherwise.”

Yeah you give me that look all you want, I’ll walk. Just watch.

Two minutes later he asked if he could have the Lotus keys.

Ok, I will play your game.

I passed them off to whoever was going to go appraise it.

Are you serious? Your going to hold my car hostage to force me to hang out here?

With only two minutes left to provide me an offer I walked into his office to demand my Lotus key back. He tried to say they weren’t done appraising it yet.

“You have exactly two minutes to have my car out front and the key in my hand. At two minutes and ten seconds I’m on the phone with the cops,” I told him as I walked out of his office.

Before I could even look up the number for the local police department I saw the Lotus magically appear in a parking space out front. I headed that way, got in and was adjusting my mirrors when the woman came hurrying out with a new quote form.

“I guess he didn’t take you seriously until you started to leave. Here is what we have,” she told me after I had rolled down my window.

Yep. Right as the man in the machine explained. I bet he could have given me the exact numbers if I had asked.

It was now only three thousand over their discounted invoice price with the documentation fees down to one grand now. They did throw in some “special” package savings and some other garbage discount. It was now at sixty-five thousand five hundred dollars. Right below that was the trade in price for the Lotus at fifty-seven thousand.

What a load of steaming bullshit. The car has less than five thousand miles on it and was only five months off the factory floor. The base model sells for ninety grand at the dealership.

“Really? Fifty-seven grand for the Lotus? You’re going to be making, what, over thirty grand when you sell it? I guess you think I’m just some dumb rich kid. Thanks for your time, but I will go look somewhere else,” I told him.

Yeah, he expected that. There is no way he couldn’t have had another quote ready to go so quickly.

I didn’t make it to the door before the saleswoman handed me their real best offer. The Lotus was now trading in at seventy grand and the Q7 price was down to sixty thousand even. She said that was a special price because it had sat on the lot. It was to be our secret since they couldn’t do that with any other models they had. Standard crap. I walked back over to her cubicle to “look” over the offer in more detail.

Should I send that little disclaimer about my getting the difference between the Lotus and Q7 in six business weeks?

After scratching out the Lotus trade in, bogus add on paint warranty, tire re-inflation fees, dealer prep fees and the other crap they had added to the price, I changed the taxes, tag and title fees to match the now sixty-grand price for the Q7. I left the thousand-dollar doc fee alone since there was no way they would take that off.

When I handed it back to her I said, “I think I’m going to keep the Lotus. Still this is a great price for the Q7, so I will take it at the sixty grand plus the taxes, tag and title fees. I will make the arrangements to have it driven off the lot before the end of your business day.”

She got my financial information and didn’t even balk at the fact that I was only fifteen. I couldn’t drive two cars at the same time. The dealership would add in something from their legal department about not releasing any new vehicle to anyone under twenty-one. When I saw her take it to the sales manager it was obvious he knew he had screwed up.

Wow! The look on his face is better than fireworks any day. What expression he will have when he finds out I’m not financing it?

I couldn’t hold in the laugh when I saw they had filled out the finance section with a loan at twenty-seven percent interest and required a twenty thousand dollar down payment. They had even gone so far as to calculate the loan finance charges with the down payment included.

“When did we discuss how I planned to pay for this purchase? For that matter, when did I authorize you to run my credit? I’ve got to leave soon to pick up my friend so I’m over playing games. Either give me a sales contract showing the amount due without any financing. This is going to be a cash sale,” I told them. “Dang I almost forgot. Bring the title with the sales agreement. It should be free of any factory or bank liens. If you don’t have the real state issued title to sign over to me I’m out of here.”

She was really sweating now. I noticed a bunch of the salesmen watching to see if she could seal the deal. Five minutes later I was looking at the finished paperwork that only required that I sign it. Someone from their back office came out with the title. My goggles said it was authentic without anyone having any liens against the vehicle. After I checked the mileage and VIN number against the paperwork I started to sign the few places required to get the deal done. I was directed into an office where the person inside was going to handle taking my payment.

Well that is odd. They can’t decide if they want the black card or the one covered in real gold. Guess they want to be sure they get their money. They must not have liked the idea that I could get them the almost sixty-three grand in cash.

Paying was the quickest part of the whole process. The title was in the dealer’s name and they tried to say that it had to be sent off to have the title moved to be in my name, and my parents, like I had on the Lotus.

“Look I told you I don’t have time to play games. Sign the dang thing over to me like I would sign over the Lotus title if I was selling it to you,” I said sternly.

After they had a quick discussion I had a signed title and all paperwork.

Now this is going to be interesting to see how they react.

I asked if they happened to have a notary on staff. They did.

Seems that spending sixty-grand for a car comes with notary services for free. They even scanned a notarized copy and sent it to me in email.

While still in the finance guy’s office I used his legal pad to write out two copies of a sales agreement, signed each one and then asked the notary to come with me as I walked over to the saleswoman’s cube. I saw the confused look on her face as I asked her to sign the bottom of both sales agreements and then had them notarized.

I handed the saleswoman the keys, title and one copy of the notarized sales agreement as I told her, “Take good care of your little ones and enjoy the Q7. A friend told me that you wouldn’t question why I bought it to give to you, so don’t. I’m glad I found at least one honest salesperson here.”

I got a big hug for my generosity. All the salesmen showed why they were selling cars instead of doing something that required a bit more intellect. Seeing the sales managers face made my day. He is a total ass hat and got what he deserved for making assumptions that only made an ass out of him. It was really going to bite his ass having to pay the saleswoman a commission on her new Q7.

I could get used to seeing stunned faces! It is good the woman didn’t insist she screw me or she would have a fourth kid in nine months.

Molly walked out of the store when I was starting to look for a safe parking spot for the Lotus. I pulled up to the curb and got out to help her carry the bags, mostly to peek inside, but she wouldn’t let me. Two large shopping bags went into the trunk and two smaller ones in the back seat.

Wow! They did a miracle with her hair. It had been a bit ragged before so I assumed it was some sort of fad hairstyle. Now she had it trimmed evenly and brushed out to be silky smooth. She looked a lot prettier with her naturally straight hair framing her face.

She continued navigating us around until we were on state highway seventeen toward Murrell’s Inlet. Molly messaged me that she was getting very hungry and wanted to sit down at a restaurant for a real meal she didn’t have to make. After we ate we were heading toward the beach house she had rented on Pawley’s Island. She managed to find one of the few that had a garage. Evidently after the last hurricane hit this area the owners put it in to protect their car from the next hurricane that came this way.

I’m less worried about it being out of sight and more worried about what the sand and saltwater will do to it.

Before long the highway turned into a rural road with a speed limit of twenty miles an hour. When Molly slipped into the back I adjusted my rearview mirror to get a look at what she was doing back there.

Ok. I shouldn’t have been looking. She just stripped naked. From my angle I could see her velvet lined meat wallet showed she was ready for a deposit from the bank of David.

From one of the bags she pulled out a pair of loose shorts that looked like they were three sizes too big for her legs. Inside the crotch was a liner that kept her pussy from showing even with her legs spread widely. That was great because she was going commando. She pulled a new shirt over her head. It didn’t do anything to hide her tits. If they weren’t showing through when she had it tight against her chest, the big arm and neck holes would give an unobstructed view.

Well her tits don’t have any tan lines, so why not show them off. Let people look. It’s not like we are modest.

She was giving me a huge grin when she leaned forward so I could see the shirt drop open in front. Where I had expected to see her tits, I only saw about half of each one and I had a straight shot down her shirt given the angle of the rearview mirror. That wasn’t the case when she pulled it tight to her chest. I clearly saw her hard, pink nipples and firm breasts showing through.

At the next stoplight she reached around to undo my harness and pull off my shirt. I don’t know if she hacked the stoplight or not, but it stayed red until I had the five-point harness buckled again. Not even a mile down the road we had to stop because a truck was pushing a mobile home into a trailer park. The truck driver had everything lined up perfectly, but the gravel road had huge ruts in it. There was a guy in one of the mini bulldozers that was filling the ruts in from a big pile of gravel a dump truck had just dumped on the side of the road.

With that small bucket it is going to take a while. Might as well shut off the Lotus while we wait. There isn’t enough room on this road to turn around and there are ditches on both sides.

Molly decided this was a good time to unbuckle me again so she could strip off my shorts and underwear.

I’m glad the shirt she put on me earlier was long enough to hide that it is all I have on right now. The guy who came to tell us it wouldn’t be much longer looked like he would be interested in seeing what was hidden between my legs.

When the guy was far enough away I pulled on the pair of shorts that Molly handed me. She had picked them out perfectly. Inside was some sort of pouch to hold my nuts securely while still letting me pull my dick out of the leg holes. Whatever stretchy material they were made of even kept my dick held down against my leg even when I was almost fully hard.

A guy developed these shorts for easy access to screw while keeping my balls out of the action.

“These are the most advanced moisture wicking shorts they carried. They should sun-dry in about five minutes. Mine have a similar feature,” her message said in my goggles.

We both re-buckled our harnesses and waited for the truck to get the trailer out of our way. Their estimate of soon turned out to be another ten minutes of waiting.

The rut behind the mobile home looks deep enough to swallow that toy bulldozer they are using to fill it in.

I was hoping we would finally get moving again. I needed to take a piss.

Right as I was passing the truck pushing in the trailer an old Cadillac pulled out from beside the truck.

Is that guy paddling that land yacht? Can it even go faster than twenty miles an hour?

I could still see the trailer park in my rearview mirror when a cop pulled out from behind a sigh with his lights on. He would hit is siren to get people to move out of his way on the little bit of a shoulder there was now on the side of the road. I was already moving over onto the shoulder when he pulled up behind me.

Even if I hadn’t been behind that old beast I couldn’t have gotten faster than thirty before I got to the four-way stop.

Up walked this burly old cop who asked, “Boy, do you know how fast you were going back there?”

Good thing I have the high security badge if this goes sideways.

“Yes sir, officer. I was doing twenty miles an hour, just like the old Cadillac that had been in front of me. Even though I really need to use the bathroom I would just have to stop at the four-way intersection just down the road. There’s also a lot of kids out playing near the road. The only way I have any hope of opening my car up is if I can find a raceway or driving school who will let me take it out on their course,” I told him calmly with forearms resting on the steering wheel as I took out my driver’s license and driving school card from my wallet. “I provided my driving school certification card with my license. They told me there is a number or some sort of code on it to verify that I have indeed completed the courses successfully, a requirement for my state to give me an unrestricted driver’s license at fifteen.”

Like it mattered to him. I was a kid in a sports car. I could have been pushing it down the road and he would have pulled me over for speeding. I know he is going to be a pain. He probably really doesn’t have anything better to do than give tickets to tourists.

We had been on the side of the road for around ten minutes when I saw a cop car flying towards us with his lights and siren on. About the time he was even with my car he slammed on his brakes to do a one-eighty and slide right in behind the other cop.

Now that was damn near perfect. I know I would have to do a lot of practice to not end up sliding off into the grass.

Minutes later a state trooper comes to a stop less than a foot from the front of the Lotus to block me in.

Did someone put a warrant out for me or this car? Was it that rookie I showed up back home looking for some sort of payback? Could the people that transported my car have used it as a getaway car for a bank robbery? What is going on now? Who invited the two black SUV’s with government plates and lights, making them look like red and blue Christmas trees, to this speeding ticket party?

We had been sitting here for almost half an hour already without a single cop coming over to my car. Finally, one of the guys from the black SUVs slowly walked to Molly’s side of the car, around the back and carefully approached the driver’s side. When he saw that it was me he visibly relaxed.

“David, did you try to open it up out here in speed trap land. Bubba back there requested the ATF come down with a full team to tear your car apart. He is sure you must be a drug runner. As soon as I saw the Lotus I knew exactly who was behind the wheel. That hardheaded cop wouldn’t listen to a word I said even after what I told him was verified by his dispatcher. As coincidental as it may seem, the state trooper was there at the driving school the same time as we were,” the guy from ATF told me. “After all the rounds of drinks he had to buy for betting against you he won’t be forgetting about the fifteen-year-old kid that pitted him twice, in the dark. I already called this into my boss. He told us to pull back() but stay in town in case this clown calls the FBI or National Guard in on you. Too bad harassing tourists is pretty much all the authority he has in this town. He has to call in the deputy to come arrest you and your friend should anyone find you had committed a crime.”

I thanked him for coming over to tell me what was going on since the cop still hadn’t come back to my car. I finally got annoyed enough that I texted Paula to see if she wanted to have a bit of fun. I got back a text that she was busy right now.

Ok. Sounds like I get to make my own fun.

Once the black SUVs were way out of sight I used the place in my head open the shielded badge holder. I watched the various colors of energy being absorbed by the card and the different colored ones it was sending out. The state trooper’s car seemed to absorb two of the energy colors that passed through it while the local police cars absorbed a different colored one. It only took a few seconds for the Trooper’s radio to send out an alert tone that none of the three cops seem to have ever heard before. The trooper said some cop codes into her radio as she hurried to her car and took off. After a quick discussion with the cop that pulled me over, the deputy hauled ass away from us as fast as he could work his way through traffic using his lights and sirens.

Seriously? The sheriff is going to continue sitting back there with his dick up his ass?

I saw him talking on his cell phone and police radio, but he never got out of his car.

Molly decided she was hungry. She went to get us some sandwiches from the cooler in the trunk. She made a pretty big production of making him lunch too and taking it over to give it to him. I heard him growl out something to her as she stood there beside his car. She didn’t move an inch until he took the food and then the offered water bottle.

You go Molly! He looks like his mom just called him and tore into him for being a dick just because he had a badge.

As I was wiping off my mouth my goggles popped up an alert message to be ready for something interesting to happen in approximately three minutes. All I had to do was be patient. I would know it when I saw it. The cop was about to get the backup he had been requesting, just not what he wanted.

Whoever sent that message had way understated it when they said it would only be interesting!

When I was halfway through my second sandwich I saw a big line of Humvees with police light bars flashing. Each had a soldier, in body armor, manning the machine gun mounted on each Humvee.