Queen of the Night (Part 2)

Violet poses again, feeling the spotlight and the energy of celebrity meeting a crowd. She looks at Nick, she is ready to burst at her anxiety and excitement. There was a time she would have ran from him if he promised her this moment.

Now, it's the proudest, scariest, most ego stroking, exciting moment of her life. She feels famous, and infamous. Unabashedly sexy yet wishing she could disappear. The fear of this kind of success overtook her as the crowd goes wild, now applauding Nick, for having brought so much pleasure to her, and in doing so, so much more pleasure to others through their videos.

To be funny, Nick gives a silly flamboyant curtsy. The gathered mass of motor heads, cheer them onward as he settles into the driver's seat and Violet, the passenger's.

Everyone backs away as he starts up the engine, and reeves it. People are now cheering for the car as well, while Nick tries to pull out.

As he does, the ass hole from earlier that yelled "Show your tits!" pulls in front of Nick's car, with his own. The d-bag reeves his engine, challenging Nick to a race. "Buckle up!" He says to Violet. They both do so.

The crowd boos and cheers the two racers. A pretty lady from the crowd meets them in the center of the street. She takes off her bra, from under her shirt, with the skill of a Catholic school girl and uses it as a "Go" flag, which she spins above her head and then drops.

4.2 seconds later, Nick's Bentley has already won, pulling ahead of the tough guy's Dodge Charger. With one hand on the wheel, and one, high up Violet's inner thigh, she looks at Nick, like she wants his hand to go higher.

As they fly past the other racer Violet is screaming like she is on a roller coaster. Her scream is drowned out by the siren as the lights appear behind them. "4-SUITS", written on the Bentley's license plate, is the last thing the shit head read, before he is pulled over and given a ticket.

Violet and Nick disappear into the sunset and the streets.

***

Inside the Moroccan restaurant off of South Street, Nick sucks on a hookah after having finished a 7-course meal with Violet. He watches her learning, how to, with the belly dancer. Their rolling hips were captivating to watch.

Eventually Violet tips her $150 and thanks her profusely for teaching her so much in such a short time. Nick pays for dinner and they leave.

Outside, Violet begins to shiver. Nick sees she left her jacket in the car and offers her his hoodie again, as they walk to the car, vaping and smoking cigarettes, respectively. Just before they get in, Violet drops her cigarette on Nick's hoodie and gets a burn hole in the sleeve. He just rolls his eyes, knowing she will always have left a mark on him. It was kind of endearing the way she looks at him. "Please don't spank me, Mr. Hamilton?" Violet jokes to lighten the mood. "I make you no promises."

***

Later that night, she continues her bratty ways. Nick eventually sees that Violet is really pushing him, and decides to put her over his knee. At first he pops her a few good ones over her jeans, holding her hands out to his side, as she squirms under his firm hand.

"Ohh!"

"OOH!"

"OoH!

"ooHHH!"

"AHHH!

Her tiny body writhes and her legs wiggle with every strike.

"EEEH!"

"Ungh!"

That last one was the sweet spot. Violet's panties were getting damp.

"AhhA"

"MMMM!"

"OOOUUUCCCHHH!"

Nick, lets go of her hand and grabs her by the hair. Violet gets into it now, she liked it when he pulled her hair. He really knew how to do it right, to give her the sensation she loved, without harming her.

"STOP! BEing! A! BRAT!" Nick pops her 4 more times in rapid succession. It hurt soooo good. Her underwear was now as wet as her pussy. She gives him a bratty pout, and a tear rolls down her face.

"Yes, Mr. Hamilton." Violet says with a whimper. "Mmmm, good girl. Now go get me the lotion so I can tend to the damage I just did to that bottom of yours."

"Yes, Mr. Hamilton." Violet says sensually and skips off to the other room. She returns naked, with the lotion, and bends over his lap again. Nick squirts some on his hand and then tends her raw bottom. The cool lotion soothes the spanking she just received. She loves how Nick's strong hands feel, grabbing and kneading, at her soft tush.

Afterwards, she curls up in his lap and he just holds her lovingly. They begin to make out. Their kissing becomes deeply emotional after the spanking she just had. Violet felt safe with Nick. Nick began to tease her as they made out. He cradles her in his left arm and began to finger her with his right. In a few moments, her eyes were rolling into the back of her head, and Nick's hand was soaked in Violet's silky vaginal fluids. She bites his chest as she groans through the orgasm. Her whole body became sensitive. He didn't stop fingering her. With rhythm, her legs flail and she grabs around his neck with both arms. Nick plays with her labia and the nub at the crown of her womanhood. She soon is choking Nick's neck, in a tightening she couldn't control, anymore than she could control the orgasm Nick was giving her.