The Speeding Ticket by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

Luv Karen

“Gee Thanks Mom Dad, it’s great.” Matt cried as he saw his very first set of wheels parked in the drive. No matter it was his neighbour’s old minivan it was real wheels. “Now drive steadily, and take your time. There’s one proviso and that is we’re allowed one speeding ticket on the insurance in a year, more than one and the whole family’s insurance doubles so one speed ticket and you’re banned from driving for the rest of the year unless you pay the difference and that you can’t afford.” “Sure mom!”

 Two weeks later and two doors away Rebecca lay stretched out on her bed, fascinated by the book in front of her. If only she had her own knight in shining armour to rescue her from certain ravagement. Well perhaps not, it might be interesting to be ravaged first, one ought to experience some things before dismissing them completely out of hand. However Rebecca was a solid, respectable, sensible girl the sort that appealed to mothers of boys rather than boys themselves. She’d thought about wearing shorter skirts to attract attention but then reflected that Tiffany would start an escalating hem race which she wouldn’t be comfortable with, even if she did have the longer legs. Dreaming about life in 1592 in books was so much easier than trying to gain Matt or one of the gang’s attention.

The phone rang, a date? Probably the professor’s wife going to visit her family again and getting Rebecca to get his evening meal for a week, last time she’d tried asking him how his day had been as she ate her meal with him to keep him company. He’d had his head buried in a book and murmured “Yes Dear” a few times. She was quite certain he was in automatic husband mode and didn’t even notice his wife wasn’t there that week. She had an evil thought of buying a sheer baby doll night dress just to see if it was possible to get his attention but she knew in her heart she wouldn’t do it being far too sensible. Besides his wife had arranged for Rebecca’s university application to skip the usual application committee.

 “Rebecca? It’s Mrs. Willis, could you baby sit Matt for me? Yes I know he’s a bit old but he wants to go to the movies tonight and I haven’t got time to run him there and he’s not allowed to drive after the last speeding ticket. I wondered if you could drive him down and back in his van?” Rebecca hesitated “Double your normal baby sitter rates and movie ticket thrown in.” Pleaded Mrs. Wills.

 Rebecca thought about it, before agreeing. Money was money after all even if it did mean putting up with Matt. Well she was rather sweet on him actually but she wasn’t going to admit that to anyone especially Matt. Matt looked embarrassed, “Could we like pick the guys up on the way round?” “Sure, what’s the story about the speeding ticket?” “The guy’s asked me like how fast it could go and I didn’t notice it was a cop car until I’d overtaken it. Two tickets and the families insurance doubles so I got wheels but I can’t drive them.”

 “Beccy the guys want to go to the beach for day.” “So what’s stopping them?” “Transport, be an Angel?” “OK but it’ll cost you later.” Rebecca stretched out on the beach and pretended she was in the desert after being carried off by her Arabian Sheik. Her dreams were interrupted by a large wet beach ball thrown by the gang. She turned her mind to suitable revenge. What would they really loathe? The worst possible thing she could do to them? Could she even disrupt the gang completely? She started text messaging, everyone had an angle if only she could just tap enough angles and people. After an hour of texting and one final three way trade to baby sit siblings for three of the fabulous four during the vac the deal was set up. Rebecca liked Victoria, she was always the most approachable of the fabulous four.

She saw Matt and the gang in the hallway. “Matt I’m selling tickets for the school Playford dance next week, I’m certain you’d like to buy one?” She beamed. Whilst the gang was still in shock at seeing Matt buy a ticket for a 17th century dance she’d sold them all tickets. “Well we don’t actually have to go guys. I mean what’s five bucks after all.” Rebecca overheard the comment and smiled to herself as she slipped away.

 “Mrs. Ley, Brandon and I are going to the Playford dance on Saturday but I forgot to tell him what time I’d pick him up. If you could have him ready with his dancing shoes polished at seven that would be great. What time does he have to be in bed? Oops I should rephrase that what time should he be home by?” She ticked one mother off, only five more to go. Matt’s mother would get a slightly different version. There were definite advantages to being looked upon as reliable by mothers.

 She rang the bell for the first of her victims. Brandon stood there in polished shoes, slacks, an ironed shirt and tie glowering at her. “My you clean up nicely. Thanks Mrs. Ley, see you later.” Soon she had a van full of smartly dressed gang members who once reassured that everyone else was dressed the same didn’t feel quite so badly about it. “OK guys here’s the deal. The fabulous four will be here tonight and for every three dances you dance with someone else you get a dance with one of the fabulous four. The three don’t have to be different girls by the way.” After the cries of OhMyGod had died down she added. “But no one must know, so you have to take an interest in your partners when you dance with them and not look bored. If you do then you’re walking home as well.” As the others climbed out she handed Matt a list of names. “Read the list and memorise it. You get to dance with each of these in any order and if they suspect then the van stays in the drive for the rest of summer.”

 As they walked through the door one might have thought they were expected. “Hi Eric are you going to ask me for the first dance? Oh Ashley hasn’t got a partner for the first set either.” Brittany smiled at Daniel as she dropped a heavy hint.

Matt read through the list and blanched. “But no one ever dances with them.” Rebecca smiled sweetly “They will tonight though won’t they?”

 Revenge felt sweet, she felt even getting them to wear a shirt and tie was quite an achievement.

 Rebecca stood quietly by the pillar watching her success as Miss Parks came up and stood beside her. “I think I must be hallucinating. You know in twenty years that I’ve been running these dances this is the first time that I’ve seen a group such as Matt’s come en masse, dressed in shirt and tie and ask people to dance. Not only that but Matt seems to be taking the trouble to lead some of the shyer girls out and where he leads others follow. You don’t think someone doctored my coffee do you?” “Surely not Miss Parks.” She looked away and nodded her OK to Samantha to let Eric dance with her. “It would take a very resourceful person to manipulate something like this don’t you think. I would have thought it practically impossible.” “I would too Miss Parks.” Miss Parks looked over the dancers “They seem to be more relaxed now and even enjoying themselves. Do you think they might even admit it to themselves?” “Depends on which enhanced interrogation technique was used Miss Parks.” Miss Parks smiled. “Did I mention you’ve always struck me as a very resourceful girl Rebecca? Or that the next dance will be A La Mode De France or Nonsuch and since you appear to be the sole wallflower here would you like me to arrange a partner?” “Thank you for the compliment Miss Parks but I think I can arrange my own partner.” She glanced up at Matt and quickly indicated to him with her eyes that he should approach at the end of the current dance.

She enjoyed dancing Nonsuch with him the complicated moves gave her a further sense of achievement when they all came together. Finally it was all over. She’d noticed that Brittany had set Eric at his ease so much he’d only left her for his dances with the fabulous four. All round her various members of Matt’s gang or group seemed to have spent time with one particular girl. Victoria, one of the fabulous four called across to Brandon, “I could give you a lift home if you like, I’m going past the lake.” Brandon blushed, “But I live the other way.” “I can still give you a lift home we can always go by the lake very slowly first.” Brittany with Eric’s hand in her’s called over her shoulder “Beccy I’m stealing Eric.” as she led him firmly away to her dad’s SUV.

 “Ok guys I’ve got some space anyone want a ride?” Ashley, Brittany, and Jennifer squeezed next to or on the remaining gang members. Matt sat beside her as giggles came from the rear seats. Beccy dropped them off two by two until finally she pulled up in Matt’s drive. She leant across and kissed Matt quickly on the cheek, “Thanks Matt, you did well tonight.” before slipping away into the night.

The following week saw Matt confused at school as suddenly lots of girls were smiling at him and not only the ones he’d danced with. Erin walked up to him and hooking her arm through his happened to mention she’d love to go to the drive in to see the latest dance movie. Rebecca wasn’t certain quite what to do but in the end she thought well she could always take her noise isolating ear buds, MP3 player and her back lit electronic book. She exchanges looks with Matt and nodded.

 Erin wasn’t quite so happy to see Rebecca driving but at the drive in by the time Rebecca had put in her ear buds and curled up with a book she felt herself gradually relaxing. Rebecca occasionally quietly glanced in the mirror and found herself fuming. Erin was doing all the work, yes Matt was satisfied with all the attention but he didn’t seem to be putting himself out very much to give Erin any satisfaction other than the fact she was with him, certainly not a big “O”. Eventually the film ended and Rebecca silently fuming drove home. Erin looked like she would need a session with her vibrator to calm her down.

 “Tomorrow morning I’m baking so drop by for lunch and we can discuss payment afterwards.” Rebecca murmured sweetly as she closed the car door.

 Rebecca had heard that teenage boys could eat but really the amount that Matt had put away over lunch item was most gratifying. Matt looked up hopefully “No you can’t have yet another slice of apple pie, I need something to sweeten dad up before I broach the subject of the state of my dress allowance. Drink your coffee and we’ll go upstairs and discuss payment.” “Do you always eat like this, real home cooked food?” “I’ve got some frozen dishes in the freezer, if you’re really good I might just send one home with you.” Matt’s eyes lit up.

“OK guy get undressed and set your stop watch off.” Matt looked shocked. “Come on I mean it. Sit in the armchair.” After pulling her top off and unclipping her bra Rebecca unzipped her skirt and let it pool on the floor. She felt powerful and in control. “Now start the stop watch and start masturbating.” Matt could hardly believe his ears. “Masturbating too long a word OK jerking off, wanking call it what you will, just get those fingers moving up and down.”

 She slipped her panties off and lay back on the bed, arching her back to thrust her breasts out. She slid her hands over her body the thought of Matt seeing her like this was a definite turn on, her nipples puckered beneath her pinching fingers. Matt looked on as Rebecca cupped one breast and moved the other hand down between her legs.

He started to move his fingers at the sight. Rebecca exchanged a glance with him “Common guy spurt that sperm.” Matt was lost in a flood of sensation and soon was spurting sperm. “Good note the time, but don’t stop the stopwatch.” Rebecca gasped and continued to masturbate. She felt tight, flushed and swollen, she squirmed as her clit began to swell and throb. The thought of Matt staring at her sent a flash of heat to her pussy. She felt his eyes on her, wanted and desired.

 “Oh My God, Beccy spread them wider so I can see better please.” He pleaded. She kept playing with her nipples whilst she spread her legs and feeling utterly wanton she slipped her fingers slowly into her pussy, fascinated by the expression on Matt’s face. She continued to massage her nipples and her mound bringing herself closer and closer to full arousal.

 She dipped her fingertips further into her pussy, and let out a long groan as the pleasure finally ripped through her body. Her vaginal walls clamp onto her fingers and drew them deeper until a shudder swept through her. She glanced at Matt and felt a sense of power at his reaction then the pleasure just flooded through her body. “Matt get up here on the bed and just hold me whilst I recover.” She felt safe and protected in his arms.

“OK what did you learn?” “That girls can reach some sort of amazing sexual something.” “Good but it took me much longer.” “Oh you mean with Erin last night I should have concentrated more on her pleasure rather than mine?” “Well yes, you did rather concentrate on your own pleasure. Now the payment is you are going to concentrate on mine.” She turned and lay face down. “Start with a back rub to relax me.” She took Matt through the steps of caressing the back of her neck, and gently massaging her body from top to toe with special empathise on her toes. She rolled over and bade him give some attention to her breasts and nipples.

Finally beginning to feel aroused “I want your head between my thighs.” Matt looked shocked “You mean you want me to lick you down there?” “Exactly, nuzzle my curls with your nose. Then stick out your tongue.” She arched her back and held his head firmly rubbing her clit against his outstretched tongue until he finally got the idea. Her big “O” came a few minutes later.

 Afterwards she stretched then curled back up. “Mmm, that was nice, so nice in fact it’s now the new price if you want to go anywhere, one big “O” for me.”

 Her phone rang, she glanced at the call display, Matt was calling. “Beccy, can you drive me down to the Viennese coffee shop?” “Matt it’s two blocks can’t you walk that far?” “Well like yeah but then I don’t get an excuse to eat you out for an hour in payment.” “Oh just come on over and I’ll explain about our prepayment plan.” As she put her book down she smiled to herself, you never know with a bit of careful handling he might even get round to asking her out on a date.