The Traveling Vampire Show(140)
Valeria let go of the bars. Still stretching and writhing in a languid way that seemed almost catlike, she glided toward the middle of the cage. Her sleek black hair was flat against her scalp and clinging to the sides of her face and neck. In the glare of the six headlights, her skin looked like alabaster gleaming and dripping with baby oil.
Stryker raised a hand and signalled her to stop.
She halted.
Like a boxing referee, Stryker spoke to both contestants. I couldn’t hear a word he said.
For our benefit, he held up an open hand—the unstretched fingers apparently representing five minutes. Then he hurried backward from between the two women and brought his arm down fast.
As Lee and Valeria started to circle each other, Stryker left the cage. Outside it, he shut the door and did something to its latch.
I gasped, “Hey! He shut the door!”
“No sweat, kid,” said the man on my right.
“Don’t worry about it,” Vivian told me. She patted my thigh. “Door or no door, your gal won’t be getting out of there alive.”
Chapter Fifty-eight
Down in the cage, Lee and Valeria kept circling each other, staying apart but bent over, their arms wide open, their heads up.
Though both women were about the same size and I couldn’t make out their faces very well, they were easy to tell apart. Lee’s blond hair swung and flipped behind her head in a soaked, stringy ponytail. Valeria’s straight black hair was plastered down against the back of her skull. Lee wore her sleeveless chambray shirt, white shorts and blue sneakers; Valeria was stark naked. Every so often, I glimpsed the smooth, inner slopes of Lee’s breasts through the gap of her open shirt; except when her back was to me, Valeria’s breasts were in full view, bouncing and swaying with the motions of her body.
Suddenly, Valeria growled and swept an open hand at Lee’s face as if to claw her cheek open.
Lurching back, Lee grabbed the hand. She seemed to fall away, stretching Valeria’s arm. Valeria staggered toward her, then stumbled sideways, breasts leaping. Lee let go. Valeria twirled away and her back slammed against a wall of the cage. The impact shook her. She stayed against the bars as if she needed them to hold her up.
Instead of rushing in to take advantage of the situation, Lee retreated to the other side of the cage.
“Get her!” I shouted. “Knock her out!”
Hearing me, she looked over her shoulder. She probably couldn’t see me, though, because of all the headlights and how I was sitting in the darkness.
It only took a few seconds for Valeria to recover. Then she came for Lee.
Prancing sideways with her back to the bars, Lee put the casket between herself and Valeria.
Valeria chased her around the casket. It was like some sort of lame comedy skit ... goofballs circling a dining room table. Except both the goofballs were beautiful women and one was completely naked and I hated to think of what would happen if she caught Lee.
I got the impression that Valeria was enjoying the chase. But she couldn’t let it go on forever. In whatever remained of the five minutes, she needed to catch Lee and sink in her teeth.
Suddenly, she bowed at the waist, grabbed the casket with both hands and swung it off the ground. On its way up, it overturned. Out fell a red leather skirt and top, red boots with spurs attached, and a black leather belt. Holding it high, she marched straight toward Lee.
Oh, God, she was something to behold!
Though I knew that she planned to smash Lee with the casket, I suddenly noticed a stiffness in my jeans. No telling how long I’d had it. I felt guilty and ashamed, but it didn’t go away.
“Look out!” I yelled at Lee.
She needed no warning, though; she could see what was coming. She backed away until she was stopped by a wall of the cage.
Then she ducked and charged. Apparently, she meant to go in under the casket and crash her head into Valeria’s belly. But she wasn’t quite fast enough.
Valeria slammed the casket down on Lee’s back. I heard the whomp of its impact, heard a grunt from Lee. An instant later, she was face down on the mud floor of the cage, sprawled flat.
Valeria tossed the casket out of the way. Then she leaned over Lee, grabbed her by the pony tail and the seat of her shorts, picked her up and hoisted her overhead.
Lee’s arms and legs drooped. Her shirt hung open. I could see her breasts.
I didn’t want to look at them, but I couldn’t help myself. My eyes were latched to them. I grew harder. I felt as if I were betraying her. Betraying Slim, too. But I couldn’t look away. I’d been wanting to see them for so long, and here they were, pale and shiny, glorious ... and suddenly lurching on her chest as Valeria ran with her across the cage.