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“With your scribbles all over my chest?”

“I keep my signatures low. Usually just above the nipple.”

Oh my God!

“Tick, this is massively inappropriate.”

“It’s only a little fun. It won’t mean we’re married, or anything.”

Suzie sighed heavily. “For third place?”

“Third place, next race.”

“I’ll do you a deal. You finish third—or above—in the next race, and I’ll let you sign my chest.”

“Your boobs. Not just your chest.”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, one of my boobs.”

“Deal.”

“But you have to do the pit crew first.”

“
What?
”

“Yep. Deal, or not?”

“The whole pit crew?”

“All six. And the chief.”

Tick groaned, then smiled tightly. “Okay, you win. The whole pit crew, then you.”

“Deal.” She offered him her hand. She thought he’d squeeze hard, just to exact some revenge, but his grip was warm and soft. She shivered. A small, mischievous part of her already pictured how it would feel to expose her chest to him.

*****

Tick did it.

Damn him, he actually did it!
Suzie thought. The garage exploded with roars of delight. Everyone hugged everyone else. Even the crew chief let down his defenses for a moment and wrapped her in his arms.

“Nep-
toon!
” they all yelled as the lime green car roared past. Tick’s arm was thrust out of the window, three fingers held high.

“He did it, he did it!” Suzie cried. The entwined pair danced around in a circle, bouncing on the soles of their feet. As she celebrated, part of her remembered the price she’d have to pay for his victory. But it wasn’t as if she’d sold her soul, was it? She’d only agreed to let him draw on one of her boobs. It was a small concession. She wondered what she’d have to do to encourage him into a second place finish—let him sign her butt? Maybe she’d get away with a scribble on her other breast instead. But first, she’d have to get drunk. There was no way she’d be able to lift her shirt without some Dutch courage.

She half-expected him to hurry over to her immediately after the presentation was over, but Tick remained cool, only looking at her when he’d man-hugged the pit crew. She squealed as she was lifted off the ground and spun around, held tightly in his arms. He was hot against her body, a mixture of oil and masculine musk. A happy warmth infused her, unearthing the best memories of her days at the track, both as a child and as an adult. Her arms slid around his neck and she pulled herself against him, pressing her cheek against his.

“Well done, you crazy Neanderthal!”

“I’m too dumb to stay out back,” he replied. “I had to see what was going on up front.”

“You did it! You fucking did it!”

“What can I say? I was inspired.” His eyebrow lifted, and she knew he was going to demand compensation for his efforts.

“Later, big guy, later.” She patted his chest and he lowered her to the floor.

“As long as you don’t run out on me.”

“I won’t. I promise.”
I hope I can do this,
she thought.
If I can’t, I’ll be in a lot of trouble.

****

The party was chaotic. Pit lane girls, scantily-clad in hot pants and tight t-shirts, were everywhere. Pit crew mingled with owners and drivers as if everyone was equal. For tonight, Suzie thought, they were. She mingled with the crew for a while, avoided McNamara as much as possible, and introduced herself to the other owners. Most were considerate about Tick’s victory, with only a few looking sore. McNamara was grouchy. She bought him a drink in the hope he wouldn’t start blabbing about Neptune’s cooling system.

The party lasted three hours. Suzie spotted several drivers with Sharpies, writing on various parts of female anatomy. She caught glimpses of soft, pale flesh, and her cheeks burned. Sooner or later, Tick would expect her to do the same. It was her own fault, she knew. She’d promised him, enticing him with the promise of her body—or a glimpse of it, at least. Did that make her a slut? Or was she simply utilizing an advantage none of the other owners could match?

She swallowed another slug of whiskey, wondering if it even mattered. The result was what counted, nothing else. And it was only a harmless bit of fun, wasn’t it? Simply some high jinx at a party, that everyone would forget by morning.

She hoped.

Tick didn’t track her down until ten o’clock. He was grinning the happy grin of a drunk, although he was still steady on his feet. He held a half-empty bottle of whiskey in one hand, and a Sharpie in the other.

Suzie sagged.
Here it comes,
she thought.
The moment I’ve been dreading.
But Tick didn’t issue any demands. Instead, he seemed content to chat amiably about the race. He described, using the bottle and the Sharpie as cars, to demonstrate how he’d fought his way up to third place, wrecking his tires and almost running out of gas in the process.

But as eleven o’clock approached, Neptune’s pit crew gravitated toward her. They flanked their chief, forming a tight semi-circle around Tick and Suzie.

“What’s going on?” she asked warily? Were they going to hold her arms while Tick exacted his promise from her body? She edged backward, watching for any signs that they were preparing to pounce. Drunk or not, they wouldn’t dare touch her—would they? With her back to the wall, she began to feel trapped.

“I think…” Tick began, waving the Sharpie. “The time has come, Lady-boss.” He nodded to Bob, who was on the end of the line. Bob reached down, then pulled up his t-shirt. Tick’s name was scrawled across his chest, stretching from navel to neck.

“Holy shit…” Suzie muttered. She hadn’t expected his signature to be so damn big. One by one, shirts were lifted, revealing Tick’s handiwork. Tick watched her closely as the masculine chests were exposed. She realized then, the guys had formed a screen, ensuring no-one would be able to see her when Tick moved in to write on her skin.

They must have planned this together.
The last shirt, the crew chief’s, was lifted. Tick had signed every chest, exactly as she’d insisted. Only hers remained unmarked.

“Ready?” he asked. The Sharpie was uncapped, ready to deliver looping lines to her chest. Eight pairs of hungry, drunken eyes studied her chest, already undressing her. Suzie wrung her hands together. A cold sweat sprang up on her skin.

No way,
she thought.
No way can I do this and still be their boss tomorrow.

“I…” she began.

“Ahhhh…” Tick raised the pen. “I
told
you she’d change her mind.”

“We all did,” Bob added. “Sorry, Boss, but you need to be part of the team.”

“Yeah, Boss,” Tick grinned. “Get them out. You promised.”

“I can’t,” she said in a small voice. “Not with everyone…”
…staring at me.

“Turncoat!” Tick called. “You’re not one of us. You think you’re
better
than us.”

“Okay!” she yelled. She knocked back the last of her whiskey and put down the glass. “I’ll do it.”

Tick stared. “You will?”

“But just you.” She turned her back on the pit crew and pulled the t-shirt from her jeans.

“Just me, huh?”

“The deal was between me and you.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Sorry guys.”

The chief shrugged. “As long as you keep your promise, that’s all we care about.”

“Is it?” Bob asked. Disappointment crumpled his young face.

“It is, Bob. One day, you’ll enjoy the benefits of being a driver. Until then…”

“I stay on the sidelines and watch, I know.”

Suzie took deep, steadying breaths as she lifted her t-shirt to her neck. Tick moved around so he could see her better. He’d put down the bottle already, and was holding the Sharpie ready. Suzie watched his eyes and she pulled up the underwired cups, raising them until her breasts dropped out. Tick’s eyes widened, as if he hadn’t believed she’d go through with it.

“Come on, then,” she whispered. “Let’s get this over with.” Her ears were hot again, and her heart was hammering. Tick leaned in; his hot breath brushed her bare breasts. She inhaled deeply, holding it as the Sharpie touched the skin above her navel. She tried not to twitch as the fiber tip tickled her. Tick hummed quietly as he drew long loops, spelling out his name more slowly than he needed to.

Okay, let him look. He’s earned it with all his hard work today.
As long as no one took a picture, or told the other teams what had happened here, it would cost her nothing, and ironically, exposing her boobs might actually gain her some respect.

“This is harder than I thought,” Tick muttered.

“I thought that was my line,” Suzie said quietly.

“It’s harder to sign a chest which has boobs on it—not that I’m complaining.”

“You prefer guys?”

“Hell, no. It’s just that… well, you’re so curvy.”

“Why thank you. You say the sweetest things.” The Sharpie slid across her skin, then onto the underside of her right breast. She shivered as it approached her nipple.

“What’s taking so long?” Bob called out.

“I’m having difficulty concentrating on my ABCs,” Tick replied.

“Can we help?”

“Stay right where you are, mister!” Suzie warned.

“Yeah,” Tick added. “You haven’t earned this.”

“Keep going,” she urged. “You must be nearly there by now.”

Tick sighed. “I am so goddam tempted to kiss your nipples right now.”

“Oh, wow…” Suzie trembled, imagining the pit crew’s reaction if Tick gave in to temptation. Her mind buzzed at the idea of his mouth on her, of his big hands squeezing her breasts… “Stop it!”

“But I’m only half-way done,” Tick complained.

“Not you. Me.”

“Why, what are you doing?”

“Never mind. Just finish up, will you?”

“Then stand still. You’re squirming.”

Suzie realized her hips were rolling around. She tried to stop, but strange feelings were rippling through her pelvis. Heat flushed her lower body, driving her to distraction. A deep ache she’d almost forgotten was spreading outward. Her chest tingled, and her nipples hardened.

“Oh, boy.” She pressed her lips together as her pussy tingled.

“Yes, Boss?”

“Just keep writing, Tick. Don’t stop.” He was onto her left breast by now.

“Wow. Your nipples are standing to attention, Boss.”

“Quiet!” she hissed. “They’ll hear you.”

“Okay, okay. But I’ll be sad when this is over.” He finished with a final loop, and straightened up. His gaze stayed on her chest.

“Finished?”

“No, wait. I forgot to dot the ‘I’ in Garfield.” The Sharpie pressed against Suzie’s left nipple. A delightful shock exploded through her breast.

“Oh, my God! You are so finished.” As she began to pull down the bra cups, she imagined the pit crew leaning in the hope of getting a peek. Their masculine frustration was tangible, their disappointment evident in their deep breathing.

Very well, they’d get a peek. Still holding her shirt up, she turned, proving to them that she’d allowed Tick to sign her chest. Seven pairs of eyes stared for the one second glimpse she allowed them—and then her shirt came down.

“That’s it, guys. Show’s over.” To her surprise, they applauded, cheering loudly enough to attract the attention of the other bosses and crew. But with the guys arranged around her, no one else saw a thing.

“This is between us, right?” Suzie asked. “No one breathes a word of this to anyone.”

“Absolutely, Boss,” the chief said. “Anyone says a thing, they’re off the team.”

“Thank you, Chief,” Suzie said. “And now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, who wants another drink?”

The entire team raised their hands. “Nep-toon!”

*****

The rest of the evening was a blur. Everyone drank until they were happy, and no one got violent. A rubber-limbed Bob was helped home by the rest of the crew, and the chief elected to stay at the bar as Tick headed for his room. Two girls intercepted him at the door, and he signed the butts of their Daisy Dukes before sending them on their way. When Suzie met his gaze, he shrugged and headed for the elevator.

“You can’t keep girls away from a guy like that,” the chief said.

“I guess it’s the glamor of the sport.”

“That it is.” He returned to his drink. Suzie checked her watch and was shocked to see it had gone midnight.

“Time for this princess to go to bed.” She yawned and stretched.

The chief smiled. “Thanks for going through with that tonight. I know it must have been tough, but the guys have a new respect for you. You say you’ll do something, and you do it. They like that.”

“I wanted to do it,” she said. “For the team.”

“Nep-toon!” the chief muttered.

“Exactly. G’night, Chief.”

“G’night, Boss.” She headed for the elevator, rolling her hips as she moved. She was wet between the legs, she was certain. She’d no idea why the signing had turned her on so much. But she’d have to do something about it when she got back to her room. The ache inside her was growing. She needed to strip off and use her fingers on herself.

But when she drew level with Tick’s room, her feet stopped. She stared at his door, weighing up the pros and cons of moving on. She was trembling from head to toe, aching to be touched, to be held, to be kissed. But why should she give in to her animal urges? Why shouldn’t she keep walking? Wasn’t she stronger than that?

And anyway, how could she trust Tick’s admission that he didn’t take every willing woman into his bed. She leaned closer to the door and listened carefully. If he was lying, she’d hear groans, moans or the sounds of heavy breathing. But the corridor was silent. Her head urged her to move on, but the wetness between her legs demanded attention.

A door creaked nearby. Without thinking, she turned and knocked on Tick’s door. She didn’t want to be caught loitering outside Tick’s door. Someone might mistake her for a fan.

Tick didn’t take long to answer. “Hey, Boss.”

“Not Boss, Tick. For one night only, I’m Suzie, okay?”

“Sure, Suzie. What can I do for you?”

“I’ve…” She struggled to find a reason for her visit. “I’ve come to make a complaint.”

“You have? What about?”

“Not out here.” She glanced down the corridor. “Can I step inside?”

“Of course.” He moved aside and she stepped into the room. “So what’s the complaint?” He folded his arms defensively.

Without saying a word, Suzie peeled off her t-shirt, then unhooked her bra. Tick stared at his earlier handiwork, now completely uncovered. Suzie cupped her breasts and lifted them to form a tight cleavage.

Tick’s jaw rose and fell. “You haven’t… um… told me what the… ah… complaint is.” He pushed a hand back through his hair.

Suzie glanced down at her breasts. “You missed a bit.” She pointed to her right nipple, which was ink-free, unlike the left.

“Oh,” he said. “Oh, I see.” He bent to look closer. She grabbed his head and pulled him against her breast. His mouth opened and he started to lick, circling around the hard flesh with his tongue.

“Oh, my God…” Suzie groaned.

“Mm-hmm?” he asked.

“Yes. Don’t stop.” His hand closed over her other breast, kneading and squeezing. “Mmm… that what I needed, ever since you started to draw on me.”

“I wanted to, but not downstairs, not in front of the guys.”

“And I wanted you to. You’ve no idea how much.” She took his hand and guided it between her legs.

“Mmm… you’re hot down there.”

“And wet. You need to see how wet I am.”

Tick wasted no time in removing her jeans. She immediately pulled down her panties, and kicked them aside. This was no time to be coy. She wanted him to touch her. She needed him to.

“Lick me, please,” she begged. Tick wasted no time. His tongue was exploring her within seconds. She slid her fingers into his hair and let her head fall back. Her mouth fell open as he lapped at her, licking her from clit to tight, aching opening.

“I hope… to God… you have… condoms.”

“Always prepared,” Tick murmured. “I have more than I’ll ever need.”

“You might need more than one tonight, big boy.”

“Really?”

“I need you so bad. I ache inside. I need you to make love to me.”

“You taste so good,” Tick murmured.

“Oh… oh… oh… my knees are giving way.”

Tick rose to his feet and swept her up in his arms. She squealed, then pressed a hand to her mouth. Tick laid her on the bed, making sure she had a pillow beneath her head, then eased her knees apart. She groaned as his tongue found her opening once again. She grabbed her thighs and spread her legs wide, letting him bury his face in her pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet…”

“I know. Lick me, Tick. Lick it all up”

“Mmm…”

“Oh, God, you’re making me cum,” she whispered. “You’re making me cum.” She’d never orgasmed so quickly in her life. Her entire body was shaking with lust.

“Mm-hmm?”

“Oh, yes. Oh, fucking yessss….” She arched, pressing herself against his face. “Fucking…
hell!
” Her own nails stung her thighs as her muscles turned rigid.

“You are so wet down there,” he said. He licked his lips, which shone with her juices.

“Make love to me, Tick. Please.”

She lifted her head to watch him peel off his clothes. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as his erection sprang up. The shaft was thick, and the head was covered, uncut, although she could see some of his opening where the skin had rolled back. A thick string of stickiness clung to the head and shaft. He was as ready for her as she was for him.

An awkward moment followed as he fished in his luggage for a condom, proving to her that he hadn’t seen them for a while. He tore open a shiny packet with trembling fingers and rolled the latex down his shaft. It only reached halfway down. Smiling, she beckoned him down onto her. His cock nudged her thigh, sticking to her skin. He reached down and guided it to her slippery lips, where he paused.

“Why have you stopped?” she whispered.

“I want you to be sure, that this is what you really want.”

“Of course it is, you sweet man. I need you inside me. Please don’t make me beg.”

“And tomorrow? When you’re not drunk anymore?”

“Shut up and fuck me, Tick”

He leaned forward, tilted his hips, and entered her. She cried out as he filled her passage, sliding into her gently, watching her eyes as her mouth fell open. He pushed deep, until his body pressed against hers. She raised her legs, resting her heels on his back.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Mmm.” She pressed her heels into him, begging him to move. He withdrew, making her groan, then pushed deep.

“Oh, fuck baby…” she moaned. His thrusts began slowly, but Suzie quickly encouraged him to move faster.

“Yes… yes… yes…”

“Like that?”

“Yes, exactly like that.”

“You’re so tight around me.”

“And you’re so big, so deep.”

“I love being naked with you.”

“I love having you on top of me, fucking me.”

“I love it when you talk dirty. It makes me so hard.”

“Then fuck me with that fucking big cock. Fuck my pussy.”

He picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder until their bodies slapped together. She cried out with every deep thrust, throwing back her head until she was crying out continuously. His breath was hot on her neck, stirring her lust further. Her entire body shook as he fucked her; her breasts rippled with every hard thrust. She reached up to squeeze them, pinching the swollen nipples hard, groaning deeply as her body sang with joy.

Her orgasm hit her hard, curling her toes and tightening every muscle until she was rigid as a statue. Her fingernails left red crescents in her breasts, which rose and fell as her chest heaved quickly.

“Cum… for me… Tick…” she groaned. His cock felt huge inside her. His muscular body was hot against her stomach and chest, pressing her down onto the bed. His big hands cupped her shoulders, pulling as he thrust into her, harder and faster.

“Fuuuck…” he groaned. His thrusts changed, becoming quick and eager. “Oh, fuck, yesss….” His body stiffened, and his thrusts shortened abruptly. Suzie’s passage warmed as he climaxed, shooting his cum safely into the condom.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he groaned. His head dropped onto her shoulder and the tension fled from his body. She threw her arms around him as he panted in her ear, warming her neck and sending new tingles through her body.

“Wow…” Suzie whispered. “That was amazing.”

“Oh, yeah…” He drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “Fuck, yeah.”

She clung to him, heat coursing through her every cell as Tick’s breathing slowed to normal. Her heart was hammering again, making her breathing shallow.

“I’m not… I’m not…” she tried in vain to voice her thoughts.

“You’re not sure if we did the right thing?” he asked, lifting his head.

“I’m not… sure if… your autograph… survived.”

Tick rose up, peeling his skin from her body. His name, scrawled in large, looping letters across her breasts was still visible, but it had lost definition. She peered down her body at the smudged ink, then smiled up at her favorite driver.

“I think you’re going to have to do it all over again.”

“Suzie, it would be my pleasure.”

“We’ll probably need another condom.”

“I have enough to last us all night.”

THE END

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