Somewhere on the New Mexico-Texas border

It was a few hours later when the crews came through the gateway, and to keep everything on track Sway resumed her old duties. Slink had noticed that she had somehow sensed that the gate was opening. He had heard stories over the years of some First Nations people could "feel" things others couldn't, had even read some of Heart's reports on the subject. It made him curious if it was coincidence or real ability...something for him to play with later, but now he wanted to check out the race. With Rasher and Sway running things outside, he had the luxury of viewing time.

It would be tomorrow night before the racers would come in, so the show should be interesting. He tuned in the monitor and watched. His Majesty Big Cock as the prince was calling himself was in the lead, the girl and Pink Gorilla was in last. Slink was actually surprised he was still alive in that costume. Suddenly the Frankensteined car he was driving screeched to a halt and the man got out, stripping from of the gorilla suit and tutu gasping for air. Once he was stark naked the old man jumped back in and took off, but by then the young woman had already passed him.

"Well, I certainly didn't need to see that." Slink said with a disgusted look on his face.

He had kept an eye on the racers during the next thirty hours. The girl, Meryl Smith, was now actually in fourth place, His Majesty Big Cock was still in first, and to his surprise/delight/disgust Pink Gorilla had run two of the racers off the road, left his car and killed them...still naked. Even though he was now in eighth place, the old man was still last.

When Slink left Sway's trailer the entire camp was ready and running. The pounding metal and partying was well under way, and with spectators swelling the ranks of Mayhemers, the finish line was already rocking and pulsing like a living, breathing thing. It pleased him to the very fiber of his being and he smiled happily as he entered his tent. As Slink entered his office, he was met by Sway, who had the garment bag with her dress, on her way out.

"Where are you going? I thought you would be getting ready here." He supposed Sway could be going to her trailer for her party preparations, but she would still need someone to lace up the dress's corset.

Sway laid the bag on the couch arm and hugged him tightly. While Slink might be able to go up to fifty hours without sleep, she couldn't, not even close. During the last day and a half, she had worked with the crews, came home, eaten with him, taken a shower and after a goodnight kiss, gone to bed and repeat. Slink meanwhile had been watching the race, taking notes, planning and eating. The last day and a half had passed him by without much notice. Even though he had been only a few feet away, Sway had missed the simple contact with him. Most likely the rest of the world would have thought it odd, but holding Slink felt like comfort and some place safe for her and she regretted having to step away from his warm embrace.

"Chica is gonna help me get ready, do my hair and makeup. That sort of thing." She picked up her garment bag.

"Well, she does have a knack for it," he remembered how perfectly she was done for opening night. "I can't wait to see what she can do with such a fetching canvas." Watching the blush creep across her cheeks topped off his day. "No undies though." Slink pointed a finger at her.

"Well then," she said stepping closer to him, "none for you either."

"Really?" He hadn't expected that.

...

Sway stood on the steps to Chica's trailer and knocked. It wasn't as big as her's but it was more than a bedroom on wheels. The younger woman opened the door and smiled as she held it for Sway to enter.

"Thank you for helping me tonight, I'm lost when it comes to this kind of stuff." Sway lay her bag across the arm of the love seat and noticed a shoe box and other items on the other cushion. "Oh, what's this, if I'm not being nosy."

"Oh you're not. They're your's actually."

"Mine?" She was shocked and confused.

"Well, yeah." Chica smiled. "I thought you might want to surprise Slink with how you look, so I found this cute hooded cape in a thrift store before we left. And knowing how picky he is about his dress, and you're his lady so I can imagine he wants you to be amazing on his arm tonight." She took hold of Sway's hands, giddy with excitement. "I saw these thigh high stockings and garter belt that will knock him on his ass... if he's anything like most men. And these heels, they will definitely make you live up to your name."

"I never thought about all this. My boots wouldn't really go with my dress...but heels? I've only worn them a couple of times." Sway was excited at the prospect of shocking Julian Slink, a man who was nearly unshockable.

"Um-hum. Ideally they should be stilettos, but they are best when a real floor is involved. These have chunky heels and a thick sole, so they should be okay for this ground."

"I'm just overwhelmed, both with you buying me this and all this stuff I know nothing about." Sway put her hands on her forehead.

"I had forgot how much it can be at first. And it's nothing," Chica bit her bottom lip briefly, "I wanted to repay you for the other night. It was one of the best nights I've had in ages."

"I was glad to do it." Sway sighed almost nervously. "What do we start with?"

"Hair, definitely. I thought these big body waves would be beautiful in your hair, what do you think?" She patted the back of a swivel chair for Sway to set in that was in front of a makeup table.

"I know nothing about any of this, you're my expert. I'll trust what ever you think."

Sway set in the chair as Chica plugged in curlers that heated up with steam. She sectioned out pieces of Sway's hair and twisted them before rolling with the curlers. Chica was about half done when she asked a question.

"How did you end up with the Boss anyway? I've heard the stories and rumors..."

"It was just a chance thing really." Sway gave her the quick and clean version of their meeting and her promotion, but no intimate details.

"He cares about you so much." Chica sectioned out another piece of hair and twisted it.

"How can you tell?"

"I was in the crowd when he found you backstage. The look on his face when he carried you out," she separated the last two sections. "I've worked here since the first crews were brought in. I've seen his rages, seen his directions and manipulations...never have I seen Julian Slink worried or scared until that night. Besides he wouldn't have had Jonesy killed so publicly if he didn't."

"No one ever told me about what happened that night..." Sway was stunned. She knew Slink cared, but that he had been worried and scared that night was news to her.

"Well, hopefully when I'm finished, tonight maybe he'll tell you how special you are." Chica smiled at Sway. "Okay hair's up, go change and I'll do your makeup."

Sway got her garment bag. "How do I put the garter belt on?"

"It sits on your hip bones, right above your panties. There are straps in the front and back that clip onto the tops of the stockings." Chica picked up the stockings, garter belt and led the way back to her room. "What bra do you have?" She placed the items on her bed.

"My sports bra."

"Oh that won't do, not for tonight." She opened up a dresser door, and took out a bag with a strapless black lace push-up bra. "I bought it for me, but it's too small. If it fits, your welcome to it."

Sway took the bag, then hugged the younger woman. "Thanks... for everything you're doing."

"I'm happy I can help." Chica stepped back and grasped her friend's hands. "If you need any help, sing out."

...

Almost two hours later, Sway left the trailer grateful for Chica's talents. Covered in her cloak she walked back over to Slink's tent where Rasher was standing guard, the light from the fires made her feel mysterious.

Rasher watched as the strange woman approached him. He didn't know who she was, but she wasn't getting into the Boss's tent.

"This is a restricted area," he said as he walked toward her. The woman made no reply and kept walking. "Hey bitch, I said fuck off." The woman stopped and tilted her head up slightly.

"Bitch? Really Rash?"

"Sway?"

...

Slink was in his quarters adding his final touch, his hat. He was about to grab his cane when a scent caught his attention. It was a subtle perfume that he followed out into his office. He had been expecting to see Sway standing there, but there was this caped woman wearing heels and skull and rose fishnet styled stockings. And she had the audacity to be drinking his wine.

"Excuse me, this is a restricted area. The public isn't allowed in here, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Slink watched, with some irritation, as the woman slowly set the glass on the table, then she turned and lowered her hood and removed her cape. His breath caught with the realization of who it was. "My god, Sway... You are enchanting this evening, truly Chica's masterpiece." Slink looked her up and down, then frowned slightly. "You're wearing pantyhose." He watched as she smiled slightly, shaking her head as she raised the bottom of her dress enough for him to see the garters. "Oh dear."

Slink stood between her and the couch, taking in the vast difference between the "everyday Sway" and the "Mayhem party Sway", and couldn't believe what he was seeing. The heels added almost two inches in height, and her lips were a dark, wet appearing red. The eye shadow she had on was the same color as her dress and the eyeliner gave them a seductive feline appearance. It had been years since he had felt arousal that was more than just a tingly sensation, except for his time with Sway; now it was deep, throbbing even.

Sway encircled his waist her arms and kissed him softly. "Are you all hard and tingly?"

"Painfully so." He wrapped his arms around her back, then he felt her hands slip down and unbuckle his belt. "What are you doing?"

Sway smiled at the confused look on his face. "Just relieving some. Pressure." She opened his fly then ran two fingers across his lips. "Make me wet baby."

...

Rasher had waited several minutes before sneaking through the outer rooms of the tent until he could peek inside the office. Sway's body was blocking most of his view of Slink's, but he saw the boss quickly suck two of her fingers into his mouth and suck on them as her free hand moved around to his ass. In Rasher's mind, Slink was on his knees in front of him, sucking him deep, with Rasher's hand holding the top hat in place. He watched as Sway withdrew her fingers and go low, and watched as her right arm began moving, stroking what Rasher fantasized to be the perfect cock. As Slink groaned softly and placed a kiss on her forehead, Rasher grabbed his own crotch an squeezed, just as Slink's own hands went to her backside and do the same. He bit back a moan as he heard the boss's voice.

"Faster."

"I don't want to make you sore."

"Fuck sore. Faster," he said smirking.

Rasher gripped and twisted the hand on his crotch as he fisted the tent material with the other as he watched Slink kiss her hard and deep. Moments later Slink gasped and his body trembled as he came. That was when Rasher decided it best if he snuck away to finish before he was detected.

...

Slink released a contented sigh as Sway hugged him again. "I needed that." He closed the magnetic closer on his fly and was buckling his belt when he jerked his head towards the office opening. "Stay here," he growled.

He stalked to the opening and jerked them open before continuing to the outside. Scanning the area he saw no one, and went back inside.

"Ffffuck! Someone was there fffucking watching! Ffffuck!" He pointed to the opening.

Sway had known him long enough to recognize the non-stage slurred Fs as the first stage of anger for him, that could quickly escalate to bloodshed. She placed a hand on his cheek and he grabbed her wrist and jerked his head away as he glared at her. This time she placed both hands on Slink's cheeks.

"Julian, look at me." Her primal instincts told her to back away as his anger darkened green eyes bore into hers; she stood her ground and took a breath. "Was Rasher out there?"

"No."

"Think Slink. He nearly didn't let me in here tonight, so would he let a stranger in?" He closed his eyes, leaned his head back slightly and took a breath. When he lowered it and opened his eyes, Sway was relieved his eye color had lightened.

"No, he wouldn't." He looked at the tent flap, then back at her. "Rasher?"

"I think so."

"I don't like being watched." Slink heard the nervous insecurity creep into his voice and closed his eyes and took a deep breath to still it. "I'll give him this one...one."

Sway kissed him softly and smiled. "Good because we have one hell of a party tonight, and I'm gonna to be on the arm of the hottest piece of ass this place has ever seen."

He leaned back slightly and drawled, "Darling, I have never been called anyone's piece of ass."

"Well, you have now." She smiled and patted his side, and felt a lump in his pocket. "What's this?"

"Oh, with all the distractions, I forgot." He pulled out a pendent on a turquoise ribbon. Slink smiled as she gasped at the polished metal and glass wrapped inside a brass coil.

"It's beautiful. Where did it come from?" She turned and raised her hair as he fastened it around her neck.

He kissed her neck and whispered, "How long was it in your body, hummmm?"

She lifted up the pendent. "This is my shrapnel?" She turned to face him. "Did you make this?"

"I wear many hats, my dear." He held out his arm. "Shall we?"