Owning a Dominant Bitch (By: Rebelman)

Chapter 6

Katy, Diane, and I were exhausted. We had spent the Saturday after the party screwing around, in more ways than one. We decided to take a break on Sunday morning to give us all time to catch up on school work and get ready for the week. I constantly pried the two nymphos to find out what they had planned for my birthday gift, but they weren’t talking.

The next day I headed for work after school and found my Chevelle was gone. Jesse had taken it to a friend’s paint shop to get an estimate since the first one we got was almost $4000. There was no way I could come up with that amount any time soon so it was nice of Jesse to take the time to help me get a better deal.

Jesse gave me the next two weeks off to train for my fight and he promised to attend. I headed over to Smitty’s and he was happy to hear I had the extra time to train and pushed me harder than ever. By Thursday I was completely worn down but the extra training made me feel like I was ready for my fight. All I had to do was cut weight and stay healthy.

School was ending soon and prom was just around the corner. I wanted to take both the girls but I knew that wouldn’t be allowed. Katy was going to be my date but I wanted to include Diane as well. I spent a lot of time thinking about it and finally decided on a course of action.

The week flew by and before I knew it the weekend had arrived. My parents had been back for a few days so when Saturday morning rolled around they woke me up early. This was unusual but, being my birthday, it didn’t surprise me too much. Breakfast was already on the table when I got to the kitchen and both my Mom and Dad looked anxious.

After a few seconds of us just staring at one another, they both broke out in huge grins and yelled, “Happy Birthday!” Mom pulled out a card and Dad slid a small box over to me. I opened the card first and it had a $100 bill inside. The card said, ‘This is for gas.’

They looked at me expectantly as I open the box to find a car key. I recognized it immediately as belonging to my Chevelle and I looked back at them quizzically.

Dad nodded toward the door and I jumped up and ran outside. In the driveway was my Chevelle. It had been painted dark blue with white racing stripes and looked incredible. It had the rims on it that I had purchased second hand and the exact tires that I had been saving for. I was ecstatic to say the least. The seats that Jesse and I had removed were now recovered and the carpet was new as well.

“How did you do this?” I asked them.

They explained that they had contacted Jesse to see how I was doing and when he told them about the car they wanted to see it. Once at the shop, Jesse had raved about what a good kid I was and my parents had suggested they pay to finish up the car for me as a birthday gift.

Jesse had sent the seats out to be recovered the day after we took them out and then delivered the car to the body shop for paint last Friday when I left for the party. This gave them plenty of time to paint the car and put the new seats and carpet in before today.

“This is because of the great job you have done this year in school,” Mom said. Dad told me how proud he was as well and they both promised to support me by being at the fight next week. I was so excited I couldn’t wait to show the girls and, with a quick hug and kiss for my parents, jumped in the car and took off.

I was halfway to Katy’s before I realized it was still early. Too excited to wait I went straight to her house and was surprised to find her outside with a small bag. She got in as I pulled to a stop in front of the curve.

“Looks good, doesn’t it,” she said as I pulled back into the street.

“How did you know what was going on?” I asked.