Chapter 16
Trixie stood, hands on her hips as Speed tried to think of a plausible reason why he should be at the Pines.
"Trixie, I... I can explain," he sputtered.
"Okay, why don't you do that?" she said. "Although, I can think of one reason right off the top of my head why a man would stay in a sleazy motel."
"I needed a place to get away. You know how my father's been driving me crazy. I've been staying here on and off, to get away... You know?" He knew he was a terrible liar and tried to make his expression as sincere as possible.
"Uh huh," she said, not believing a word he said. "If that's true, then who were you expecting when you answered the door? It certainly wasn't me, that's for sure."
"Yeah, I ordered room service and thought you were..."
She quickly cut him off. "Room service? At this dump? Pul-eeze!"
"I don't know what else to say. How do I explain... I mean, I can't tell you who..."
Again he was cut off, only this time it was by a knock on the door. "And who could this be? The room service you ordered?" she asked sarcastically. "Stay where you are, I'll get it."
Speed collapsed on the bed. "I am so dead," he groaned.
Trixie opened the door and was greeted by a grinning Dallas. "Ta-da!" she sang as she untied her dress and revealed a sheer teddy. Upon seeing Trixie, she feigned shock. "Oh mah! What are you doing here? Don't tell me Speedy wants a threesome!"
"Damn you!" she cried. Going over to the near-cowering Speed she raised her hand as if to slap him. "I should pummel you into hell, you bastard!"
"Trixie, please... listen to me," he pleaded.
"Shut up! I'm through listening to you!" Turning to Dallas, she said, "You want him? He's all yours. You can have him and his insecurities, his flirting with every girl he sees, his obsession with his car... and himself. Oh yes, Speedy is the most self-involved human being I've ever had the displeasure of knowing. Be sure to constantly feed his pathetic ego or he'll go off and sulk like a child. And let's not forget his temper; I'm sure you've heard about it, he's famous for it. When he doesn't get his way he flies off the handle. I'd make sure to stay out of his path when he starts throwing things. He's been known to do that."
Speed turned away, he couldn't believe the things she was saying about him.
"Oh, Dallas, there's more... so much more. For instance, did you know that's Speed's a mama's boy?"
"Mama's boy!" he interjected. "What?"
"Yep," she said, sneering at him, "his mommy still irons his clothes, does his laundry and makes his bed. If that's not a mama's boy, I don't know what is!"
"Mah dear, he doesn't need his mama anymore, he's got me now. Don't you, sugar?" She bent down and gave him a deep kiss.
Trixie shook her head, her voice full of seething anger, "Well, then I hope you two will be very happy together... IN HELL!" She didn't say anything more as she left. The slamming of the door shook the walls.
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Trixie leaned against the back wall of the motel, her breath ragged and pained. "How could he do this to me?" she cried, feeling hurt, embarrassed, and foolish. "I trusted him...believed his filthy lies..."
Sobbing, she forced herself to straighten and walk to the car. She couldn't stay there any longer.
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Speed stared at the door, in shock. "Oh wow... I can't believe this," he said holding his head in his hands. "How did she know I was here?"
"Beats me," Dallas replied. "But, ya know, darlin', Ah'm glad she found out. Now we don't have to sneak around anymore."
Speed didn't respond. His mind was reeling as he tried to make sense of the whole day. He'd screwed up every way possible, this last time being the worst. "What am I going to do?" he asked himself more than Dallas.
"Ah know what Ah want to do..." she giggled as she shoved him back on the bed. "A little lovin' from Dallas will make you feel better in no time at all." She started kissing him.
He pushed her away and sat up. "No, not right now..."
"Speedikins, what's wrong?"
The day's occurrences kept running through his mind. "Dallas, those pills you gave me earlier, what were they?"
"Just some harmless medicine to help get rid of headaches. I take them all the time," she said matter-of-factly.
"Harmless?" he exclaimed, anger rising in him. "I almost OD'd on the damn things! Didn't you see how I drove out there? I coulda killed somebody!"
"Darlin' please calm down." Dallas was getting a glimpse of his infamous temper. "Ah don't know why you had that reaction. Whenever Ah take them Ah feel fine. Headache goes away, Ah don't get dizzy or anything." She rubbed her hand up and down his thigh in an effort to soothe him.
"Maybe it's just me then," he said softly as ripples of pleasure coursed through him at Dallas' touch. "Maybe I shouldn't have taken three."
"Three? Oh dear..." She slapped herself in the head. "Ah should have only given you two. Shoot, Ah always take just one. Ah don't know how in the world Ah could have made such a dreadful mistake." She bowed her head, blinking back tears. "Ah'm so sorry. You must think Ah'm a ninny. " She gazed at him with glistening eyes. "Can you ever forgive me?"
Her expression was so forlorn that he couldn't help himself. "Of course I do. It was an honest mistake. You were probably nervous about the race and got confused about how many pills to give me."
"Thank you, pumpkin. You are too sweet. Now..." she eased him back on the pillow, "how about we forget all about those silly ol' pills," she purred, again covering him with kisses.
Speed shook his head. "Dallas, please... I told you I'm not in the mood."
"Really?" she said as she opened his zipper and stuck her hand inside and gently caressed him. "Ah don't know... you sure feel like you're in the mood to me!"
"Dallas... ah... Oh damn..." he moaned, giving in to her.
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Trixie drove through the gates of the near-deserted race track. "I despise this place," she said as memories of Speed flooded her mind. "I'm never coming here again." She stepped out of the car and slammed the door as hard as she could.
Janine met her halfway. "How did it go?" she asked.
"Not so good," Trixie said, sniffling. "Speed and I are finished."
'Oh honey, I'm so sorry." Janine put a comforting arm around her.
"You were right about him and Dallas. I should have listened to you," she sobbed. "I'm such a fool."
"No, you're not, he is. To prefer that vapid bimbo over you just shows how shallow he really is."
"I can't believe he's been meeting her at the Pines. That he kissed me with the same lips that touched hers..." She wiped her hand across her mouth. "God, I hate him!"
Janine nodded. "At this moment so do I." She took hold of Trixie's arm. "C'mon, let's go get Sparky and blow this damn place."
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Speed slowly blinked opened his eyes. Dallas cuddled next to him, her head on his chest. He smiled contentedly, pulling her close and kissing her flaxen hair. It had been an incredible night. They'd made intense love into the wee hours of the morning.
"Good mornin', darlin'" she drawled sleepily.
"You were fantastic last night," she said.
"Thanks. I'm sorry if I got a little rough. The whole thing with Trixie kind of made me angry."
"You were aggressive, certainly not rough. As for Trixie, she had no right to follow you here. Ah certainly hope you aren't feeling sorry for her."
He shrugged. "I guess I do, kind of. It was a crummy way for her to find out about us."
"Well, Ah think she was wrong to follow you here. If she'd have minded her own business none of this would have happened."
"Maybe you're right," he said. "Still... I do feel bad for her."
"You'll get over it." She kissed him. "Ah'll even help you to."
He returned the kiss. "Thanks sweetheart. Gosh, I'm so lucky I met you."
"Ah'm the lucky one," she cooed.
They lay together in each other's arms for a time. Speed wished he could make love to her again, but it was nearly eight-thirty, he had to get home. His folks didn't even know where he was... unless Trixie told them.
He moved her off him and sat up. "Dallas I gotta go, much as I don't want to."
"Ah know, Ah have to get home, too."
He rose from the bed. "I'll take a shower." There was a twinkle in his eye. "Care to join me?"
"Ah'd love to, but if Ah did that, we'd never leave."
"Yeah, you're right," he chuckled. "I'd also end up needing to take a cold shower afterwards!"
"Oh you!" Dallas laughed, throwing a pillow at the now-closed bathroom door.
She waited until she heard the shower start, then picked up the phone and dialed information. "Hello, operator, Ah'd like the number for Associated Press. Thank you." She grinned wickedly as she prepared to implement the next phase of her plan. "Poor Speedy, your life is going to get even more complicated after today."
