The Perfect Italian Wife by Jennie Treverton

Author:Jennie Treverton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Xcite Books
Published: 2011-08-03T16:00:00+00:00

Carny Girl

by Lynn Lake

She worked the bumper car ride, flipping the switch that electrified the ride, untangling cars, telling off overaggressive teenagers, cleaning up after overexcited kids. She was black – dark black – with straight slick hair, a lean, sinewy body, and a hard, pretty face. She wore skintight faded jeans and a green tank-top, studs in her nose and rings in her nipples, which poked almost right through the thin material of her top.

I first saw her on the Friday afternoon when the travelling carnival opened up for the long weekend. And by Friday night, I was totally infatuated.

I’d never seen anyone like her, thanks to my small-town Indiana upbringing; the way she looked, the way she moved, the way she told off the boys, and men, who rode the ride too hard, or got too fresh with the operator. As I watched her go about her work with utter confidence and contempt, black velvet skin gleaming under the hot sun, taut muscles tightening and rippling, an ache – a soul-searing need – to be loved by this hardboiled woman throbbed inside me.

‘Fuck you always hangin’ around for?’ she asked me Saturday morning. ‘Ride or glide, blondie.’

I flushed beet-red, twisting one of my pigtails around in my fingers and staring down at the cracked, littered ground. I was just a plump little girly-girl from the country, and she was ... something else entirely; I had no idea how to approach her, how to converse with her. ‘Uh, I guess I’ll, um ... ride?’ I gulped.

‘Then set your ass down,’ she stated, unsmiling.

I stumbled onto the metal platform, kids screaming and rushing past me, racing for the best cars.

Her nametag read “Mya”, and when every last car was taken, kids giggling and yelling with anticipation, she did a quick walk-around. ‘Seatbelt, blondie!’ she snapped at me.

I’d forgotten to lock myself in, too busy gazing at Mya’s taut, twitching bum, her hard little shuddering breasts and shining face. She reached down and yanked my strap over my shoulder, buckled it down at my waist. Then her hand hummed up and down the frayed nylon to make sure it was secure, her long dark fingers brushing against one of my stiffened nipples, shooting sparks all through me.

She leant in close, and the spicy scent of her body filled my senses, her teeth blazing white in a grin. ‘You’re good an’ tight now, blondie. If you wasn’t already.’

I dazedly watched her walk off, my body and being tingling with longing.

She flipped the switch and my car jumped. Kids sailed all around, occasionally banging into me, or cursing me for just sitting there. But I hardly noticed, looking over at Mya standing tall and lean and sexy on the edge of the platform, looking back at me.

Sunday afternoon, when she went on her break, I followed her. Past the trailers and trucks and across the field to a dilapidated barn that stood on the far edge of the fairground, next to a stand of trees.

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