There is some sexual stuff in here but nothing too heavy. Enjoy.
Chapter 9
Tragic Start
The date had been set for Friday of that same week. Right now the two cars were spending the entire week in Indianapolis where the Indy 500 would be held so it was perfect. After a good dinner and movie, both did what most cars in this day and age did; they got busy. Neither was the waiting type. It was not at all uncommon for engaging to take place on a first date, it was almost considered unnatural for them not to do it on the first night. This wasn't the fifties anymore. It was one of the best hook ups either of them had had, with Monarch teasingly referring to her French oil as the reason why she was such an erotic femme fatale on the hotel mat. She took it in stride, equally impressed with his performance. The two hit it off immediately and made it clear to the country where their hearts belonged. It was fascinating because currently Jane lived in Dallas, the usual site of the Piston Cup race while he lived hundreds of miles away in Los Angeles with Icky. Most couples would have had a difficult time staying so faithful to each other when they lived far apart in two different states. It was inevitable that one of them would cheat. Or with so few opportunities to see each other regularly that one was sure to lose interest in the relationship eventually and end it. But these two were an exception. In spite of their long distance from each other, both remained completely loyal to each other with eyes for no one else but each other. Everyone lauded them for it because it was just not easy to do. Especially in the world of the spotlight. Celebrity marriages were notorious for being short-lived. Jane and Monarch did talk on the phone daily, and a lot of times that included a great deal of phone play to relieve each other's tension.
That was really sexy. Icky especially got off on it, having busted Monarch more than once exciting his girl through the phone link and picked on him about it.
As for Icky he enjoyed the single life too much to have a steady girlfriend yet. Yes, one day, he wanted to find that one lady, settle down and build a family, and was determined to be the true husband and father his own sire never was, but he predicted that was a few years off still. Right now he was simply happy with his flings. He was still very good to the girls he wooed; he didn't just kick them to curb once he got in their brakes. He was, however upfront with a potential one-night standee by letting her know then and there that he just wanted to get it on with her and give her a wonderful night of fun, that he was not looking to be her "man". He had to be respected for that and he was, especially when a guy usually led the girl on into thinking he wanted her to be his one and only. And then dropped the ball on her as soon as he got in that tank. Icky wasn't like that. He seriously believed that guys and girls could be friends AND lovers. Monarch of course disagreed with it; if someone was a friend, you didn't sleep with your friend(s). Icky had several female buddies he sometimes engaged for the heck of
it. They didn't seem to mind it either so it must have been okay. It was his life, just like Monarch had his with Jane's.
But at least Icky didn't just blow his sporadic lovers aside after the fact, either. Every girl he rolled with, if he happened to see her again in a night club or some
place, he always spoke to her, was nice, asked how she was and all. He didn't pretend to not see her nor did he broadcast to the world how good or bad she was on the mat. He just didn't believe in that. He would sleep with a car and still respect her when he saw her again. What he did with the lady behind closed doors he kept it to himself. He didn't care if SHE told her girlfriends everything. He didn't. He knew he was good at sex and he didn't brag about it either. He heard all of the talk swarming around him here and there, it was funny because he would enter a room and the women cars would bring their talk down low so he couldn't hear them. He knew they were discussing his talents yet it didn't bother him. They said he really knew how to please a lover. Icky simply ignored it, and would greet them with a polite "Hello Ladies." And they returned it sincerely. Guys were different from girls; girls talked about like that unfortunately were branded with disgusting stereotypes that followed them around. Guys talked about like that were looked upon as "awesome" studs. Icky didn't agree with this
because to him it was a double-standard. In his view girl could get around too and not be loose. But he didn't create the world perception of what constituted a "whore". This was society's view of chicks who "got around", and he couldn't change that. But he didn't agree with it. He was of the mindset that females needed love too, just like the males.
Some DID call him a ho. He was a boy ho, a "male whore" , he knew it and he was good at it. He wore his title of Boy Slut with pride but not in such a way that he ran around bragging to the masses of his home boys about it. Okay, occasionally he would give Monarch a few juicy details of what transpired but that was about it. He trusted Monarch to keep his mouth shut. Monarch didn't go around telling every one else everything the way some of Icky's other friends might; they would mouth off and give that girl Icky was with an undeserving reputation. Some of Icky's friends might get the impression that that babe might get around too with them and Icky didn't wish that on any girl he engaged. He only trusted Monarch not to hound his various lovers and no one else, so yeah he would tell Monarch things. Icky, despite his stud ways, was still fun to be around with. Many females wanted to be his one and only but they had to admire him for not kicking them to the curb once he "got it". Yes he could see himself married and loving only one car, just not right now in this point in time.
Monarch on the other hand, was all about monogamy. Which was a good thing. Icky applauded him for it because he didn't have the galls to do it. Plus Jane was a good catch. She was a sweet and funny car. Gorgeous as all get out and nonchalant at all the gawking stares she got from others when she rolled around in public. Only Monarch laid claim to this Bentley. After a year of courtship the two married and Monarch relocated to Dallas. The two had a plush home just on the outskirts. The Piston Cup race that year was in one day. Everything was going fine until that night when Diana came out of her remission and suffered another crisis, and then Icky coming home from racing practice in Nevada. He was hit head-on by a drunken SUV. Monarch would never forget sitting there watching the news when the words rolled across the ticker at the bottom: "Racer Icky Blazer involved in a head-on collision in Reno. Doctors have determined his condition to be life- threatening and not is expected to survive." He rose up, dead silent with shock. He had made it to the Piston Cup this year and was due to race in it tomorrow, he and Icky both. He had to get to Nevada immediately. Just then the phone rang. It was King. "We're heading to Nevada now. Next plane out, Icky's been in a car wreck. A bad one." "Yeah—I'm with you. I'll meet you at the air port Boss." Monarch swallowed. On his way there he found out that Icky kept asking about Monarch, wanting to see Monarch at once. His words could barely be made out because his grill was so badly smashed that it was almost impossible to talk. One person Monarch spoke to told him he swore he heard Icky say he was "holding out long enough for Monarch to get there." With Jane at his side, he was quiet the whole time during the flight.
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Shit. A day before the Piston race and his best friend was fighting for his life. He, as well as King and other Dinoco members were contemplating suspending their participation of the Piston Cup this year, which would include Monarch not racing, out of simple respect for one of their own being so gravely injured. It just didn't seem right for Dinoco to race considering the situation. Monarch truly lost his urge to race tomorrow. Little did he know that his decision would be met with resistance by a certain one at the hospital. Icky had a request for Monarch, he kept saying to those in the room with him, that he wanted Monarch to promise him something. Monarch would know when he got there, if Ickycould fight long enough to see him.
