RACING INTO MY BONDAGE!
The silence was almost deafening. Nearly thirty, two hundred and fifty cubic capacity two stroke engines, that had been “revving” furiously, came to a stop upon the “STOP ENGINES” board becoming raised. The second of the 250cc production class races of the meeting at Brands Hatch was about to start. The red lights came on, staying illuminated for several seconds before being extinguished. With the sound of the deployment of kick-start levers, all those engines that had been silent just before roared into life, and the motorcycles that they powered set off towards the first corner, Paddock Hill Bend. Except one. Mine.
And that was quite deliberate, I’d chosen NOT to switch the “kill switch” back to “run” when I’d stopped the engine of my bike, like many of the others on that grid a Suzuki RGV250. Why the hell had I done that? Because when I finally did allow my engine to sing again, the rest of the field had basically reached Paddock, and therefore my chances of victory in this race were now effectively ZERO. Which was just how I wanted it. It was the first time I’d ever “thrown” a race, and it turned out to be the only time I did so in all of the years that I raced motorcycles.
I was never a professional rider and only ever competed at club level. I was fairly successful and had a reasonable amount of race victories to my name, never enough to seriously challenge for a championship, or to contemplate trying my hand at British National Championship level, but nevertheless I COULD ride. I had, in fact, won the first of the two 250cc “proddie” races at Brands that day, resulting in an offer from a young Lady who had accompanied me to Brands. And that offer was directly responsible for me NOT wanting to win the afternoon outing of my day. What she offered seemed more exciting and enticing than a winner’s trophy, it was as simple as that!
Now, of course, you’re naturally ALL asking just who was this girl and what had she promised, no doubt? Well for the answer to that particular question we need to go back a few days before that Saturday at Brands Hatch. To the preceding Wednesday evening to be exact, quiz night at my local pub. Now to be honest I’d just gone there for a couple of relaxing pints, I had no intention of entering the quiz, but got roped in by the Landlord and Landlady’s daughter, Susan, and her best friend Tina.
Now both of them were good looking young Ladies, both a couple of years younger than myself, but not enough to be an issue at all. And Tina and I clearly fancied each other, but neither of us seemed to be willing to take “that” step. Susan, or Suzie as she was known as, had obviously realised both of our mutual attraction, Tina was nearly ALWAYS wearing nylon stockings much to my approval, but also our reluctance to get off our collective “backsides” and do anything about it!
So the three of us comprised as one of the teams in that night’s quiz, and as luck would have it one of the rounds was based upon motor sports. And I excelled, getting every single question correct, which gave us a real advantage. One we maintained, to clinch overall victory in that evenings quiz.
Sensing an opportunity Suzie guided the conversation onto the subject of my own motorcycle racing activities, which were well known throughout the village, especially after the demise of my previous relationship, when my then girlfriend asked THAT question, me or the bikes?
During the ensuing chat I mentioned that I’d be racing at Brands that weekend and Suzie used my good mood to basically invite the pair of them to join me. Well, I wasn’t going to say “no” was I? Although I did warn both of them it would mean getting up early in the morning, a LOT earlier than either of them would normally arise on a Saturday.
Well they were up at the agreed time, so the three of us piled into my van, with the RGV well strapped down in the back, complete with tools, spares, my leathers, helmet and other rider gear. And I was in really cheerful mood on that hour or so drive to North Kent. It made a very pleasant change to have company on the way to a race meeting, normally I went on my own. And such deliciously sexy company too!
When we arrived the girls proved to be a real help too, not getting in the way as I’d expected, but actually “mucking in.” And I noticed Tina REALLY studying me as I changed into my leathers, having virtually stripped down before doing so. And, yes, it definitely lifted my spirits to see the lovely and approving smile on her face said study produced.
Scrutineering and practice completed, it was soon time for my first race of the two I’d entered that day. And, I need to explain here, at club level in those days there was NO qualifying, the grid was often determined by how early individual entries were received by the Racing Club that was hosting the meeting. I’d entered VERY quickly, so found myself on the front row, meaning that I’d be nearer the back in my second outing, which would suit me VERY well, although I had NO knowledge of that at this time.
In that first race I was third going into Paddock Hill Bend, which became second on the next lap. And the leader and myself pulled a little gap on the rest of the field, meaning I was safe from “attack” from behind, so I could just follow for a while, studying my opponent, where he was strong and where he was not. So when I attacked on the very last lap, he had no idea of my respective strengths and weaknesses, and so couldn’t respond. Suzie and Tina were sitting in the Grandstand at Paddock, and I was sure I could hear their “whoops” of delight on the “wind-down” lap, having taken the “Chequered Flag” in first position, in P1!
When I returned to the paddock, I was nearly knocked off the bike as Tina came bounding up to me and almost jumped on me! Which, as I say, wouldn’t have been a problem if I wasn’t still sitting on the bike! Somehow I kept my balance, only to have my lips “assaulted” by Tina’s once I’d managed to remove my “lid.” Well THAT broke the ice! Was my smile so big because of my win, or that kiss? Or just maybe both!
Well I wouldn’t be back out on track until after lunch, so having changed out of the leathers I suggested visiting the cafeteria, which is called the “Kentagon” at Brands. Only, the ONE pint, I did have a further race and the drive home. Naturally I bought the girls a drink, and some lunch, and we grabbed a table to consume our food and beverages.
“So, are you going to win again this afternoon?” Suzie enquired.
“Maybe, but I’ll starting nearer the back this time so it might be a little trickier.”
And now THAT moment occurred. The reason WHY I threw that second race. For Tina smiled, looked at me intensely and said, “I think you should have to pay me a forfeit IF you DON’T win this afternoon, don’t you think?”
“What kind of forfeit?” I responded naturally.
“Well, IF you fail to finish first, I believe that you should surrender yourself to me this evening. Where I’ll make you my sex slave, tie you securely to my bed, and then shag you mercilessly ALL night! I might even put you into some of the stockings that you’re ALWAYS ogling me wearing!”
And THAT, Ladies and Gentlemen, is precisely WHY I didn’t WANT to win that afternoon’s race! I trust that you can ALL understand?