Boosted (In The Fast Lane) (13 page)

NINETEEN

A Desert Ride

Once they had all gone into the hall Brody concealed the
gun. They went downstairs and out to where the colonel’s car was parked. It was
a similar town car but unless they had some emergency repairs done it could not
have been the one that chased him the day before. The colonel and his men
turned toward him.

“You will ride in the trunk,” the colonel said.

“Where are we going?”

“You will see soon enough.”

One of his men popped the trunk open. Brody began to step
in.

“The gun please,” the colonel said, holding out his hand.

Brody gave it up, though he was slightly reluctant to do so.
He eventually reasoned that there was little danger that the colonel would just
shoot him on the street. The colonel took the gun and immediately handed it to
one of his underlings. It was as if it was beneath his dignity to hold it.

As Brody sank into the trunk, the colonel gave him some
parting words. “Watch your head, lay down flat, and pray to whatever god you
worship.” The lid of the trunk then closed, leaving Brody in darkness.

They drove for nearly an hour. The confines of the trunk
grew hotter and hotter as the progressed. Brody guessed that they were headed
out into the desert, possibly to the same place where he had followed them
earlier that week. He could hear their muffled voices faintly over the roar of
the muffler that sat only inches below him. He had soon sweat through his
clothes completely. Every bump in the road shook him violently in the tight
confines of the trunk. The air quickly became stale.

Besides the physical toll it was taking on him, Brody was
feeling surprisingly at peace with his decision. He did not spend the trip
dwelling on his own mortality. He was instead thinking about Hannah and the
opportunities that this gave her. Her future was assured. She could now go on
to accomplish great things. Brody was sure that she would. She was so smart. So
beautiful. He told himself that he would have only held her back. They could
have found a form of happiness together. But without him Hannah could achieve
greater heights. For him it was enough that he could help her in this way.

Brody also considered the life he had lived up until that moment.
No one had given him much of a chance when he was a kid. He’d been smart enough
but school never really clicked for him. He had a similar experience with
organized sports. He could never figure out how to put his athleticism to good
use. He was better at working with his hands. He didn’t have many friendships
when he was growing up and those that he did have were fleeting at best. His
good looks and air of mystery somewhat helped him with the girl. There were no
solid, long-term relationships though.

The only time he ever felt truly comfortable in his own skin
was behind the wheel of a car. The fact that it was an illicit ride only made
it feel more right. It was what he felt like he had been born to do. His life
hadn’t made sense until that moment.

Brody had actually lost his virginity in a stolen car. It
was with a girl he knew from school. Lucinda was her name. She was a year older
than him and half Mexican. He could still picture the way her dark hair framed
her gorgeous face. She was short but carried herself as if she was the tallest
person in the room. She was full of confidence and liveliness that never seemed
to be shaken. She dressed in provocative fashion but was notoriously difficult
to bed, earning her the title of “tease” by most of the boys in school. She
wore her hair in a short bob cut and her piercing green eyes put love and fear
in any boy who she decided to lay eyes on.

She had taken a liking to Brody during that school year and
frequently winked at him when they passed by each other in the hall. He had no
idea why he stood out to her instead of the football players and rich kids who
seemed like much more attractive targets. Maybe it was her way of mocking him,
showing him what he could never have. He looked out to see if she ever did it
to anyone else. If she did, he never saw her doing it.

That summer he took up his old hobby and future profession.
He learned how to pick locks and hotwire engines. He didn’t have any particular
plans when he’d take the cars. He would often simply return them to the place
where he had found them after a few hours of joyriding. One night he found a
beautiful specimen, a brand new Porsche left right out on the street. It almost
seemed like it must have been a trap. Brody decided to live dangerously. He popped
the lock, started up the car, and took off into the night.

Brody rolled the Porsche past where some of the kids in his
school liked to hang out on those hot summer nights. He had not originally
planned on stopping. He didn’t even want to be seen. He only wanted to drive by
them so he could feel in his own heart that he was doing something more
interesting, more exciting than they could ever hope to. But then he saw her.
Lucinda. Sitting on top of a table, lording over her friends like a queen bee,
sipping a strawberry milkshake slowly through a straw. She had just graduated
and was likely leaving town forever within the next few weeks. This might be
his last chance.

Brody stopped beside her and lowered the window. “You want
to go for a drive?”

Lucinda looked over at her friends. They all seemed shocked
and confused that the quiet younger boy from school was driving around in a
brand new Porsche all the sudden. But Lucinda wasn’t shocked and confused at
all. She made her decision immediately. Without a word she hopped off the table
and got into the car with Brody.

“Nice car,” she said. They were the first words she had ever
actually spoken to him. “Where’d you get it?”

“I found it.”

“Lost the keys though, huh?” She tilted her chin in the
direction of where Brody had stripped and tangled the wires of the starter.

“Something like that.”

“I was wondering when you’d get up the nerve to talk to me,”
Lucinda said.

Brody didn’t answered. He thought it would make him more
cool and mysterious to remain silent. In later years it would become his
regular state of existence. His only response to her was to press down further
on the gas pedal.

“You know I always thought there was something cute about
you. I didn’t know you were capable of doing something like this though.”

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

“Find a place to park and tell me about it,” Lucinda
instructed.

Brody, however, didn’t slow down just yet. “I know a place.”

That is to say that he vaguely knew of a place. He’d never
actually been there himself. It was an old lover’s lane up in the hills that
had been largely abandoned as parents became more permissive and liaisons of
this sort were done from the comfort of a basement couch. Brody navigated them
there as he pushed the car as fast as it would go. Lucinda seemed thrilled by
the sense of danger that came with the raw speed of the Porsche. As the lights
streaked by she took her eyes from the road and instead used them to stare at
Brody. They arrived about twenty minutes later and by then Lucinda was fully
primed.

“Not a very big back seat, is it?”

Brody smiled. “I think we’ll manage.”

They climbed into the narrow back seat together. They
started by making out, as eighteen year olds tend to do. They groped and pawed
at each other over their closed as their lips locked in a sloppy French kiss.
Lucinda was not shy about sticking her tongue in his mouth and Brody was happy
to return the favor. Even though she was very popular it soon became clear to
Brody that she didn’t have much more experience with this kind of thing than he
did. They awkwardly removed each other’s shirts and she unhooked her bra for
him. She had small but very perky breasts with large brown nipples. Brody
cupped her breast and gently suckled on her nipple.

Brody then took down her shorts and panties. He rubbed his
finger along the lips of her pussy and it was wetter than he expected. He’d
always heard that a woman’s pussy got wet during sex but he didn’t know that it
would be like this. He then slipped his finger inside of her and found that it
was even wetter. He dipped his finger in and out of her as the intensity of her
kisses increased. Her hand ran from the top of his back all the way down and
around to his fly. She unzipped him and reached inside of his jeans. She
roughly took hold of his bulging cock through his underwear and squeezed. Brody
shifted in his seat. Her dainty hand felt nothing like his own when he’d
indulged in masturbation.

He shimmied out of his shoes and his pants. His cock swung
free and Lucinda grabbed a hold of it. She jerked it back and forth a few time
and then laid down across the back seat so that Brody was on top of her. She
moved the head of his cock to the opening of her pussy with one hand and pushed
away Brody’s now wet finger with the other.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.

He didn’t tell her that it was his first time. She probably
knew anyway. He rocked his hips forward. Despite her natural lubrication, he
still had trouble easing his thick cock into her tight pussy. He thought he
might be hurting her but she urged him on.

“Go ahead. Keep going. It hurts but it hurts good.”

Brody forged on. He eventually slipped past the tight
initial barrier and had the head of his cock inside of her warm, welcoming
pussy. It felt incredible. It always felt good, of course, but there’s nothing
like that first time. When he was all the way inside of her he left it for a
moment to relish the feeling. He then slowly removed himself from her. He took
his cock all the way out so that he could experience that first entry once
again. She let out a squeak of pleasure as he reentered her.

He now pumped his hips up and down on top of her. She
encouraged him with soft moans and nibbles on his bottom lip. Her hands clasped
across his back. She rubbed her legs against his waist, spurring him on. He
started fucking her faster now. The friction of his cock against the confines
of her pussy was the best feeling he’d ever experienced, even better than
stealing cars. His endurance improved greatly over the years, but this first time
he was sure that he wouldn’t last long. He knew he had to savor it while it
lasted. Lucinda was openly crying out now. She seemed to be enjoying it just as
much as Brody.

“Don’t cum inside me,” she said. “I can’t get pregnant.”

Brody followed her orders. Just as he was about to burst he
lifted his cock out of her and shot ropes of cum onto her flat, taut stomach.
She rubbed it into her skin and lay back with a smile on her face.

“That was amazing,” she said. Brody couldn’t agree more.

He dropped her off at home that night. She kissed him
goodbye and went inside. It was the last time he would ever see her. He had no
idea what ended up happening to her. She had gone off to college somewhere back
east. Every summer for a few years Brody would drive past the place where he
saw her that night. There were always attractive women there. Some were even
similar in looks and attitude. But it was never Lucinda.

Brody didn’t go straight into stealing cars as a profession,
of course. He tried a few other things first. He was a short order cook for a
summer. He dabbled in carpentry, tried his hand as an electrician, and even
filled out an application for the police academy. When none of those worked
out, he tried his hand as a mechanic. As it turned out though, he was much
better at driving car than he was at understanding their inner workings.

It was in his brief time as a mechanic that he learned about
chop shops. He found that there was profit to be made from delivering the goods
of the rich to these under the radar places of business. From there he worked
his way up the ladder until he crossed paths with some low-level Russian mafia
types. They took him away from the world of petty crime and into more
high-class pursuits. He learned which cars fetched the best value, how to beat
alarm systems, and how to gain access to places that seemed as if they were
impenetrable.

After his first job with Sergei he never worked for anyone
else again. The money was one thing. It was easy to give up his other gigs when
he knew that Sergei would provide as much cash as he could ever want. It was
also that Sergei didn’t like his guys to have many entanglements. The more
exclusive they were to him, the better. Brody never wanted to find out what
would have happened if he’d tried to move on to another employer. Sergei would
have been very upset.

Maybe he’d overestimated Sergei these past three years. By
the look of his corpse he hadn’t been tortured all that much. That could only
mean that he’d rolled over and told the colonel everything he knew right away.
And yet he must not have told him about the boat. Perhaps Sergei was more
worried about his own bosses than he was of what the colonel would do to him.
Easier to give up the guy who took the car, the guy who didn’t pose much of a
threat. After all, shit rolls downhill. It was a bit cowardly, sure. But Brody
didn’t really blame him for it. The guy had to do what he had to do. It was
worth a shot. Just didn’t work out for him.

The road that they travelled on felt more rough with each
passing mile. They had left the highway a long time before. Brody now found
that being jostled around violently was the natural state of things. Soon it
felt like they weren’t even on a road at all, just a bed of weeds and bumpy
rocks. The heat was growing unbearable. Brody’s breaths were little more than
chokes. It took him four or five inhalations in these close confines to get the
oxygen of one under normal circumstances. His eyelids felt heavy and his eyes
stung with sweat. Every time he blinked they hurt more. He felt fatigued and
beat up. Little did he know his trials had just begun.