Elliott Mabeuse - Triad

Debra moved to crank up her side window, but the biker shoved his hand through the crack, stopping her. When she looked up, nervous anger leaking across her face, he smiled down at her, indicating he wasn’t through talking. Debra got the distinct feeling he was looking right down her blouse. He could probably see her slip, her bra, maybe even her boobs. Her face blazed almost as red as her long hair.

“Look, I'm sorry Miss…?"

"Debra. Debra Primm. And you're right-it is Miss."

"Look, the thing is, you shouldn’t be waiting alone out here. Things happen around here-on this road, on this hill-after dark. Bad things. Now, it’s freezing out here, and with this sleet, it’s kind of dangerous. We almost got in a bad skid coming up this hill. Chrissie-that’s my girl-is really frightened of riding in this weather, and we’re both pretty darned cold. Maybe we could wait with you-inside-until the tow truck comes. I’ll try my cell. Give them a call and hurry that old buzzard on his way. That be okay with you, Miss Primm?”

“Cell? Debra-please call me Debra or Debbie. Yeah, come in, I can see your girlfriend is really miserable with the cold. Come in and wait with me. I’d like that.”

She unlocked the Chevy, and let them in. Chrissie- Christine , she’d introduced herself-scooted into the back seat while her boyfriend, Mark, lingered in the sleet, trying to raise the garage on his cell phone. Finally, he too scooted inside, tossing Debra’s suit jacket into the back seat and sliding across the broad front bench seat almost into Debra’s lap. He shook his head, spraying them both with icy spray, saying he couldn’t get through, his cell claiming there was no service, because of the hill, the weather, or something. He guessed they’d all just wait. Debra tried the engine, wanting to heat up the inside. Both she and Chrissie were shivering. She wished she hadn’t worn her thin sleeveless blouse but felt funny about asking Mark to retrieve her jacket.

Looking at Chrissie, seeing the tips of her large breasts poking out the thin fabric of her lacy thingy, she suspected she must look the same. Risking a quick glance at Mark, she noticed his eyes weren’t exactly on her face. Embarrassed, she felt anger blaze across her face, accompanied by something else. Desire. He was really hot.

They stumbled through a brace of awkward moments. Debra learned that both Mark and Chrissie were off-islanders, vacationing tourists. They were staying with Christine’s cousin, out near Wolf Head light. Fingering the little plastic name tag pinned to Debra’s suit jacket, Mark noticed she was a real estate agent for Ocean view Realty.

Debra Primm. Their star agent, one of three women.

Trying to keep the stuttering conversation going, Debra mentioned she’d just finished showing a farmhouse out on Sweet Bottom Road when the Impala died. The old Whateley place.

Hearing that, Chrissie made a funny face, saying she had seen the farmhouse, but her cousin had commented it was owned by a school teacher named Rodriguez.

Her cousin’s kid had her in class at Constance Paine Elementary.

After that, the silence in the car began to fester. Debra had never heard of anyone on the island named Rodriguez, much less an owner of the house she was trying to sell. Yet Chrissie seemed certain. Why would she lie?

At last the sleet seemed to slacken, and Mark decided to take a look under the hood after all. The tow truck guy was taking an awful long time coming. There were a few awkward moments when he asked Deb to pop the Impala’s hood. She offered him her flashlight before she realized she was sitting on it. Squirming aside so he could reach it, she noticed two of her blouse buttons had popped open, baring the lacy edge to her slip and the swell of her pale breasts. Mark retrieved the flashlight, but in sitting up, lost his balance and tumbled into Debbie. She was sure his hand grazed her breast before he regained his balance. She couldn’t have imagined his strong fingers pattering across her nipple-she’d felt him right through the thin crepe blouse. It couldn’t be her suppressed desire-could it?

“Got it! Thanks.” Without another word, he was out of the car, whistling Orinoco Flow as he strolled towards the engine.

Flustered, Debra sat staring forward, enjoying the male eye candy moving around in front of her car as she wondered what had happened-what she should do.

“He’ll do you, if you want. Just ask him.”

“ What ? What did you say, Chrissie?”

“You heard me. I know you want to.” Sighing heavily, Christine positioned herself directly behind Debbie, letting her long fingers skitter spider-like over the top of the front seat. “I said Mark will fuck you-you know you want him to. You’re a pretty hot lady yourself-in spite of the frumpy clothes. He’ll love it. He can’t fix shit on cars. He’ll be back in a minute-then we’ll ask him. He'll be frozen stiff and we'll need to warm him up anyway. I know you want him-I can see it in your eyes, Debbie. He’ll waggle his dipstick and check your oil. It is what you want, right, Deb?”

“How can you talk like that about your boyfriend? You should be ashamed, young lady. I figured you for lovers.”

“Don’t you young lady me. Christ, you’re only-what-about twenty-five? I’m nineteen-and a half. And yeah, we’re lovers. Since high school. Fairhaven High School. Blue Devils-rah, rah, rah. Don't worry about it. I don’t mind, really. It’s been a long time since I let him.”

“But what’ll you do? You can’t stand outside in the sleet while we-not that I’m saying I want to. But you can’t just-watch.”

“I don’t intend to, Debbie.” Chrissie’s hands did snake down the back of the bench seat then and slither onto Debbie’s silky shoulders, wriggling on down to touch her breasts. “Mark isn’t the only one you turn on, sweetie. Haven’t you ever heard of a threesome?”

Debbie thought she should protest-that would be the lady-like thing to do, even though her heart was racing with the thought of having Mark’s strong thighs thrusting between her legs. Debbie meant to, but then Chrissie’s lips engulfed her own, as her pale fingers unbuttoned her blouse, shoved aside her lingerie straps and began kneading her soft breasts.

“Markie babe is taking a while playing his little mechanic-game. Let’s get you all primed and greased for him, Debbie dear. I know I’m well oiled just thinking about it.”

The icy rain made sure Mark didn't monkey around under the hood too long. As he slid back into the car, he noticed two horny partly undressed ladies watching his every move.

"Sorry, Debbie, I couldn't find your problem."

"Don't you worry about that, Mark, baby." Chrissie giggled. Her partly closed blue eyes drifted down his body as though she might peel away his clothes just by staring. A glance toward the horny real estate woman revealed her watching him with only slightly less obvious lust. "Get your little ass in here, honey, out of the cold. You must be freezing to death. Don't worry about the damned car. Debbie and me-well, we discovered she's got a more immediate problem for you to fix. We found this dark wet hole needs plugging."

"Maybe he doesn't want to, Christine. We really shouldn't force him." Debra blushed, suddenly very aware that her breasts were flaunting themselves, all but popping out of her half-unbuttoned blouse. "After all, you don't really know me."

"Nonsense. I know my Markie-he'd love to. Didn't slow me down. I don't know you, and you and me been sucking face the whole time he was out there freezing his balls off. I told you he'd love to, Debbie-ain't that so, Mark?" Her fingers still playing inside Debra's dainty blouse, Chrissie twisted around to beam at her boyfriend. The lipstick smears decorating Chrissie's face proved that Miss Primm wasn't all frigid prude.