“What can I say? I like big things.”
“I actually considered buying one of these once I got settled here permanently. I’m borrowing a buddy’s truck right now. No baggage when I came here. I have an F-150 back in New York at my dad’s, but it’s old.”
Tossing the keys at Nick, he snapped them out of the air. “Test drive me.” Her wiggle was incredibly tempting. “I inherited it.”
“From whom?”
“Long story! HIS story.” She points out the vanity plates saying HIS on it.
“His? Boyfriend?”
“I get a feeling you know.” She smirked sheepishly then moved to the passenger side door of the 4-door cab. Climbing in she buckled up while Nick examined the body better. The hook rings were intriguing.
Finally, he joined her in the cab nudging the driver’s seat back to accommodate his height compared to hers. Not by a lot but enough. “Tattoo on the back of your neck.” He guessed but knew he was on target. “It’s tribal. Anything significant in the translation?”
Sweeping her extremely long mane over her right shoulder she gave him a better view of it. Eying it until he started the engine, she presumed he had seen enough and returned her hair behind her. Buckling up she shared a glance. “Any guesses?”
“Who owned you?”
“Owned? I own myself now. But yes…my family knows nothing of my former…my late Master. His name was not important I suppose but it was Tomas Sylver, Tom. I’d rather you keep that info to yourself. I see…mannerisms in you that he had. May I ask you a question Sir?”
“No need to be formal. I don’t own you.”
“Of course! Conditioning to a degree. I tend to switch back and forth in persona when on the Rez. I don’t want to give any of these bastards here the idea I can be enslaved.”
“So… slave, not a sub?”
“Correct! I had my freedom unless he called me. One word and I submitted without hesitation. I rather liked his authority.”
“Where is he now?”
“Cremated…in an urn at my apartment, well partially. He had no family, so I became all he had. He was much older…60 if being honest. I… met him at a lecture. Tom was a Professor of Ancient History centering on the southern states. We clicked from the moment he looked me in the eye and not my chest. Not once in the first month, did he look me anywhere other than in the eyes. Soul searching me, I think. That or a very good hypnotist. I was enthralled by him. Submission was simple…I can be…” She flutters fingers over her chest. “Slutty?”
“Saw that a mile away.” He chuckled putting the truck in motion. “I like the color blend of red and black…like fire in the night.”
“Exactly! Not to sound morbid?” She awaited his stare to finish, “Tom’s ashes are not all in his urn. In his will he left instructions for me to merge 80 % of his ashes into the paint. He had that paid for like a casket and a cemetery plot. He left me his truck and his home. Everything! I just…can’t live in his home so I kept my apartment. Too many memories there to be alone in it.”
“Intriguing story. So, the tribal tat…?”
“It means slave in Yemassee, one of the tribes here along the coastline. I try not to let anyone see it.”
“Yet you made sure I did when you dried off earlier.”
“Yes. I saw you and just…it felt right. Almost as if Tom told me to show you. He did like showing me off. I was quite the exhibitionist. To confess further…I heard you took Midnight Amador on a drive in the Rez Rider…naked. It brought back fond memories. Tom had connections that allowed me to do as he wanted of me…in public.”
“Sounds like me.”
“Yes, it does. I hope you don’t think my flirtations are trying to secure you as my next Master. I’m not truly looking.”
“Good! I’d be the one looking and notifying you of my choice. Not you!”
“Please stop turning me on.” She giggled. In leaving the Rez, Nick noted five motorcycles coming straight at him, driving right down the middle of the road. “Oh great!” Dawn huffed, “Oliver Heavy Feather and his REZistance.”
“REZistance?”
“That’s what he calls his biker club. A bunch of lowlife Santee with nothing but time on their hands, there’s about thirty members. Drug and booze running, local prostitution. Oliver’s a pimp, among other things. He and his stooges get away with almost everything.”
“Elders can’t put their foot down?”
“They try, but unfortunately many of the members are family to the Elders. Not all of our Elders are legit if you know what I mean.”
“Crooked everywhere you go.”
“Exactly! Grampa is one of the good ones but even being the eldest Elder he struggles to maintain justice.”
“Am I running these guys over? Tom is bigger than they are.”
“He would.” She laughed. “Oh shit! Guns!”
Nick chose to slow up rather than have Tom’s truck riddled. Window down he looked out at an angle. “We have a problem here?” Dawn wheezed at his ballsy attitude. She knew Oliver would never harm her due to the families, but Nick was an outsider. Different story altogether.
Oliver taking the lead poising a hefty.357 motioned for Nick to vacate the vehicle. Dawn beside him unfastening her seatbelt reached over to grab Nick’s arm. “Nick…don’t!”
“You are trespassing White Man.”
“Any worse than you trespassing outside the Rez?”
“Free country…except here on our people’s lands.”
“Technically not our land anymore but it’s reserved for us.” Dawn yelled out. “Put the guns away Oliver.”
“Fancy ride Lillian. White man paychecks must be killer.”
“What’s this about?” Nick patted the truck door. “I have places to be.”
“Like right down here in the road facing me. Climb on out we need to talk.”
“So, talk. I’m comfy.” Moving to the side of the truck Ollie Heavy Feather pointed the barrel of his gun directly at Nick. “I’ve had bigger guns that that pointed at me. Say your peace.”
“You slept with my Caprice.”
“Didn’t know about you at that point. Not that it matters. She tells me you two split up awhile back.”
“Her thoughts, not mine. You disrespect me White man.”
“In case you haven’t noticed I’m not exactly white. Besides…if you’re going to preach on outsiders you need to mention yourself. Caprice just happens to be all American white. Shows me you’re a bigot.”
“She’s my property…not yours.”
“OLIVER!!! Enough!”
“You stay quiet Bearpaw. When are you gonna come dance at SanTease? Stage is waiting for you Lillian.”
“Would love to if it were anywhere else but the Rez. Just put that gun away and get over yourself. Don’t make me call Grampa.”
“You think I’m worried about that blind fucker? He’s on his way out he just hasn’t heard it yet.” In front of the truck and to the passenger side the other biker members laughed. Suddenly, the passenger door opened, and Wesley Itching Fox climbed up on to the running board and gripped Dawn by the back of her shorts, dragging her toward him and into his clutches. Hauling her out kicking and screaming in front of the truck his buddies joined him in holding her captive. Sid Running Creek yanked her shorts down to her knees and began rubbing her pussy, while Trent Fuzzy Pup gripped her long hair.
“That inspiration enough for you?” Ollie grinned at Nick. Putting the truck in park Nick left it idling and stepped down to the ground. Looking up at Oliver who had him beat by three inches in height Sanchez stared without emotion.