by Pepper Pace
“Did you always get what you wanted?”
“Pretty much.”
“What do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas this year?”
“Hmmm…a lapdance from my sexy girlfriend.”
Robin laughed. “You gotta be kidding me.”
Jason laughed. “Wearing a garter and heels. No! Boots, fuck-me-boots! That’s what I want for Christmas.”
“Jason,” she said dryly. “You’re getting yourself all worked up before your therapy session and this new guy is going to think you find him sexy when he sees you with a raging hard-on.” Jason quickly adjusted himself.
The new guy turned out to be an old white haired man with Popeye the Sailorman forearms. He pulled and stretched Jason’s limbs until he cried out repeatedly. And then painful charly horses would develop that needed to be massaged away. Even Robin could see the way that he manipulated Jason’s limbs differed from the way Raymond had done it. This man pulled and stretched until he injured Jason. Raymond seemed to know just when to stop, before a charly horse developed.
As the torture session continued he repeatedly chided Jason for allowing his muscles to atrophy so badly. “You are definitely going to need surgery, young man. I don’t know who you were seeing before this but the damage is fairly extensive! This should have been surgically corrected long ago.”
“I’m about to get the Baclofen pump.” Jason responded.
“And that helps your spasticity. What about your atrophied muscles? You need surgery.”
“I don’t want surgery-”
“Well who in their right mind wants their muscles clipped, son?! It’s painful, but it’s what’s best for you!”
Robin didn’t like the new therapist. He said things that were totally different then what Raymond said, and he was mean! He squeezed Jason’s sore joints when he measured him for the body brace. When Jason said that he didn’t want his upper body covered the doctor disregarded him and kept showing him the full body braces. Jason finally just demanded to be measured for the lower body brace and the therapist spent the rest of the visit chiding him on his decision.
By the time they left, Jason was in a foul mood and in pain. His face was pale and pinched. He had Robin drop him off at the studio and when she offered to go inside and listen for a while he told her no it was fine and then he wheeled himself inside leaving her on the sidewalk.
She saw Amberly’s car in the lot and almost went inside just because she was there, but then knew that it was stupid to feel that way. Peter and Belinda showed up just as she was about to pull off. Belinda waved at her. She looked so cute in black suede boots, mini skirt and a shearling coat. But she seemed so pale.
Well there was Christmas shopping to do, so she decided to waste away the time in the mall. Jason called her at about nine. There was so much noise in the background that she could barely make out his words.
“Sweetheart, we’re done!”
“What?” She covered up her other ear and hurried out of the doors of the mall. They were getting ready to close anyways.
“Finished! Caput! It’s over!”
“What’s over, babe?”
“The song! We finished it!” His words were more slurred than ever.
“Babe, it’s finished?! What is all that racket?!”
“James brought over some people and we’re partying it up!”
“Who is James? And are you drinking?”
“Well I had a few glasses of champagne. James is Mr. Edelson.”
“Oh.” She hefted her packages up as she hurried to the car. “Okay, well I’m on my way over.”
“Okay, babe! I’ll see you soon!”
Robin put everything in the trunk and realized that she wouldn’t be able to get the wheelchair back there. She’d have to swap it out to the backseat later and there was already a Christmas tree and wreath back there. Seeing her car loaded with Christmas stuff was really putting her in the Christmas spirit. She drove to the complex excited that the song was finished and couldn’t wait to hear it. But she was also a little surprised that Jason had allowed himself to get drunk. She had never even seen him take one drink so hearing him drunk was strange. But everyone deserved a celebratory drink after a hard won victory and Jason and Link had worked very hard for this one!
Once she got to the office complex she could hear the party going on even as she stepped off the elevator. Through the glass entry into the suit she could see dancing bodies and hear rap music blasting. She almost felt as if she was back at the Omicron house!
There were nearly thirty bodies crammed into the two rooms and a couple making out against the glass wall of the recording area. Robin squeezed past dancing bodies until she found Jason in his wheelchair chugging back a beer. She scowled, not because of the beer but because Amberly was perched drunkenly on his lap and they were laughing like two hyenas. She headed for them and waited almost an entire minute before Jason even saw her. When he did he smiled happily.
“Robin! There she is! Hi babe. We finished the song!” Wow he was drunk, truly drunk. She only knew what he was saying by the process of deduction.
Amberly was holding a plastic cup of champagne and she hefted it up. “Robin we should toast the guys success!”
“No. I think I’m the designated driver tonight.”
“Nooo…” Amberly exclaimed. “James got us limos! We’re going to a fancy hotel after this to finish the party! Come on Robin, let’s all dance!” Amberly tried to stand but she fell on her butt back onto Jason’s lap. They continued to laugh. Robin looked around, hoping that Peter had enough sense not to be totally wasted.
No such luck. He and Belinda were in the corner making out in his wheelchair. Both were drunk and spilling cups of champagne all over the place as they kissed. Well at least he was making out with her and not some mystery skank; that was progress. Robin scratched her neck uncomfortably and then Mr. Edelson was there holding a cup of champagne for her.
“Here luv, join the party.”
She waved it away. “Oh, no, I don’t drink.”
“Not even one?”
“No. Thanks.”
“Well there is smoke if you prefer that…or a little snort.”
Robin tried not to look shocked. “No, thanks.” She searched her mind for a way to politely get away from Mr. Edelson but then the music changed and one of the dirtiest songs that she had ever heard came on. Belinda screamed and leaped to her feet. Robin almost ran for cover. But Belinda began to dance in a very suggestive manner.
“That’s my song!!!!” Then a bunch of girls began to dance along with her while the guys watched. Belinda was belting out the lyrics loudly to a song called Fuck The Pain Away.
Amberly had even gotten up and was sashaying in front of Jason rubbing on her teeny breasts and non-existent butt. She looked more pathetic than sexy. But the point was that Jason was watching her. Robin began to feel sick to her stomach. She needed to get out of there and she needed to get Jason out of there.
She moved through the crowd towards him and slid onto his lap. His focus moved to her happily. “Babe,” she crooned. “Can we go home?”
He pouted. “I want to stay. This is fun!”
She kissed his ear seductively feeling his body instantly respond. “I can do that thing for you that you wanted for Christmas.” She cajoled. Jason leaned in towards her, his lips finding her neck his hands possessively roaming her body.
She placed her hands on his wrists and gently stopped him. “Let’s go home. We can finish there.”
His eyes were glued to hers. She slipped off of his lap and backed away, beckoning him to follow. He wheeled forward but bumped into several dancers. Robin moved to take control of his chair and began wheeling him out of there as if the place was on fire. But before they had made it out the door Peter saw them.
“Top! Where you going, man?”
Belinda turned to them and danced her way to the couple. She hugged Robin lovingly. “My girl! You came. Jason said you were busy
. He’s such a liar!”
Peter joined them. “You can’t leave yet. The limos are on their way. We’re getting ready to go to the hotel and swim naked.”
“Yeah. Now everybody can see how big Top’s dick really is!” Belinda screamed.
Peter frowned seeming to sober and Robin was thankful. “The only dick you’re going to be looking at is mine, young lady.” And then he burst out laughing. Robin’s hopes crashed.
“James, where is the limo?!” Jason bellowed. Robin cursed under her breath. She was absolutely not allowing her boyfriend to go to the hotel and drunkenly swim nude with a bunch of strangers…and one particular non-stranger by the name of Amberly.
“You guys are drunk.” She said, trying to be the voice of reason. They all guffawed at her words. Amberly had found her seat back onto Jason’s lap and Robin was almost fit to be tied.
“Jason.” She finally said, trying not to show her anger. “I thought we had an agreement that no other girl would be sitting in your lap except for me.”
Jason pouted. “I’m sorry, babe. I forgot. Get up Amberly. My baby wants to sit here.” Amberly made a face but got up. Robin crossed her arms in front of her but made no move to sit on his lap.
“Jason. Can we leave now?”
“Robin, why don’t you have a drink and relax? We’re playing some good music and having fun.” Jason slurred his response.
Her back bristled. “Do you remember why I’m not supposed to drink, Jason?”
Amberly’s hand shot up. “Because you might go home with a group of unknown Mexican dudes?!”
Everyone laughed except Robin.
“Because I have an ulcer.”
“Buzz kill…” Peter said beneath his breath.
Robin’s feelings were hurt. They were ganging up on her! She watched Jason steadily. His smile slipped away.
“Okay. We can go,” he said.
The four friends protested and Jason held up his hand to halt them. “No, I gotta go. I don’t want my girl upset. She might freaking…vomit a lung.” Robin’s mouth fell open. Those words hurt her so bad that she was too stunned to move for a moment.
“You can stay.” She turned and hurried out the door. She pressed down on the elevator, seeing the button blur as her eyes filled with embarrassed tears. Just as she stepped onto the elevator she glanced back at the glass doors of the suite and saw that Amberly had found her way back onto Jason’s lap and that he hadn’t even bothered to come after her.
To be continued…
Wheels of Steel book 3 preview
God she loved the Bahamas. Maybe she should move to the south where she could flounce around in skimpy clothes all year around! There was a disco on the second floor of the ship and now that the sun was down there would probably be people there…hopefully people here age. Most people were old as her Mom or were younger kids. She certainly got approached, but there just weren’t all that many single guys her age to choose from.
The disco always played older dance music from her Mama’s generation but she liked it. She went to an area where she would have room to move and began to dance, flopping around crazily because she didn’t care if she looked strange. Robin twirled and did kicks and dropped it like it was hot and after a few songs she felt someone dancing next to her and opened her eyes. He grinned and had a nice smile and a nicely tanned face. He was older, but not as old as her mother and he had a nice body that was toned and slim. Robin smiled in return.
They danced but he was too old to dance all night and he asked her if he could buy her a drink and sit for a while. She didn’t want to sit she wanted to be dancing or fucking…but she followed him to the bar and away from the loud music.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Sweetheart.”
“Wow…what an appropriate name.” He held out his hand. “Hi, Sweetheart. I’m Bob.”
“Oh, how original.” She said sarcastically. “How about that drink Bob.”
He laughed knowing that he had gotten caught giving a false name. “What do you drink, Sweetheart?”
“Whatever you’re buying, Bob.”
They drank gin and tonics. She liked it, but she wasn’t a fool. She wanted sex not to be raped. After a few drinks they got back on the dance floor and danced erotically. ‘Bob’ placed his hands round her waist possessively and periodically he touched her bouncing ass or loose breast. When he rubbed against her Robin could feel that he was rock hard.
She felt her panties become wet and knew that this would be the second guy that she’d fuck. It was good that she didn’t know his real name because the second guy; the rebound guy was not important. One day she’d say, ‘Yeah, I fucked some guy in the Bahamas. Nah, I don’t remember if it was good or bad.’
About the Author
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Pepper Pace writes romance stories with steamy eroticism, humor and warmth. She enjoys writing, as well as reading about unlikely romances and interracial relationships. Her characters are painfully real and just like in reality, sometimes their stories make you cry, sometimes they make you laugh and when Pepper turns up the passion it becomes very steamy!
She has described her stories as ‘out of the box’ because she is intrigued by the unusual. Stories about perfect people offers very little excitement for Pepper, which is why she has woven a world rich with anti-heroes, the insecure, the angry and always redemption.
Pepper lives in Cincinnati Ohio with her teenage son and daughter…as do most of her characters.
Visit Pepper’s blog at http://pepperpacefeedback.blogspot.com/
Awards
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Pepper Pace is a popular author on Literotica.com. She is the winner of the 11th Annual Literotica Awards in 2009 for Best Reluctance and best Novels/Novella, as well the August 2009 People's Choice Award. In the 12th Annual Literotica Awards, Pepper Pace won number one writer in the category of Novels/Novella as well as best Interracial story for 2010.
Table of Contents
ABOUT WHEELS OF STEEL 7
Chapter 1 11
Chapter 2 16
Chapter 3 32
Chapter 4 44
Chapter 5 50
Chapter 6 57
Chapter 7 68
Chapter 8 75
Chapter 9 86
Chapter 10 96
Chapter 11 100
Chapter 12 108
Chapter 13 114
Chapter 14 123
Chapter 15 134
Chapter 16 140
Chapter 17 143
Chapter 18 162
Chapter 19 178
Chapter 20 196
Chapter 21 211
Chapter 22 236
Chapter 23 247
Chapter 24 261
Chapter 25 273
Chapter 26 289
Chapter 28 316
About the Author 328
Awards 329
