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Back Losers: Part I Save as PDF
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  1. Table of Contents
  2. Content Note
  3. A Note From The Author
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  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

Manson slung his arm around my shoulders, pulling me toward him and kissing me. He was in a good mood today; in fact, he’d been in a great mood ever since he spent the night at her house.

“I think she knows how to play the game too well,” I said, when he pulled back but left his arm around me. “You’re already getting too attached.”

His smile faltered, but only for a moment. “She may know how to play, but we made the rules. Have fun with her. She plays to win, you know that. The more you challenge her, the more she’ll push back.”

Goddamn it, but that was what I was afraid of. I couldn’t resist competition either, so when Jess pushed back, I pushed harder. It was a cycle that I couldn’t see ending in anything other than an explosion.

And maybe that was how this whole thing was destined to go down anyway. A fierce competition to a fiery finish. I just didn’t know how many of us would get destroyed along the way.

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Jessica

The moment I stepped into the pit, I was surprised at the amount of noise and activity all around me. Some groups were assembling canopies to cover their work area, while others were simply arranging their tools and supplies in front of their trailers. There was a plethora of cars, some models I recognized and some that looked too strange to be from any manufacturer I knew of. They were built light and low to the ground, their interiors gutted down to bare metal. Manson explained that it made the car lighter, faster, and easier to maneuver.

Like Jason’s Z, these cars weren’t built for comfort; they were built for performance.

The vibe was overwhelmingly positive. Multiple people greeted the boys as they passed us by, some drivers stopping to chat. I kept out of the way, perching myself in the front seat of the Bronco with the door open and my feet propped up in the open window. I could watch the action from there, eating a corn dog Vincent had bought me from inside.

The excitement in the air reminded me of the energy of a pep rally before a big game. Except I didn’t see any animosity from the various drivers, despite them all being about to compete against each other. I saw lots of people smiling and laughing, playing music on portable Bluetooth speakers. Some of the drivers had even brought their families along.

Jason appeared in the Bronco’s open door, leaning against the frame as he smiled at me. He was wearing a black jumpsuit, the style of it reminding me of a certain Halloween party and the costume he wore that night. I remembered him zipping it down while I was on my knees, revealing his brightly tattooed chest and stroking his thick cock in front of me.