The Playboy (Paddock Passion Series Book 3)

Part One - Chapter Four Reader Caution, some medical symptoms are described

Part one  - Chapter Four

I woke up for the millionth time through the night to go piss, which was increasingly stinging each and every time, that accompanied by the painful burn when I got an erection, which given little Miss Innocent had taken root in my brain, causing me to think of that sexy little morsel and everything I would happily do to her, or for her, was averaging every 15 minutes or so, made for a long and sleepless night.   I was tired, groggy and f**k did my c**k hurt.  Tomorrow would be my first session on the bike, I needed to impress, but having hardly any sleep, I was starting to feel like I would be as impressive as a possum at a party.   For the first time in my career, I was dreading heading out on track, and looking like a complete mug. 

I had a couple of hours before morning, so clambered back into my lonely bed and tried to get some shut eye, and just like that there she was again, looking down blushing shyly, bending over picking up the kids, the dilation of her eyes when she looked at me, indicating her body at least wanted me, even if she had decided to fight it. And here it was again the now familiar burn and stiffness that was screaming for release.  I did not need to DIY normally, but I guess this is not a normal situation.  Lilly’s face flashed before my minds eye, again, her perfect body enticing me into personally relieving my desire of her, and I set to work, hoping I would get some relief and then some sleep.

Oh, f**k me that hurt! Rather than give me some blessed release it just made me burn all the more, this was insanity at its finest, certainly not my best move ever.  I rolled over attempting some sort of comfort for my little soldier, but he was down and out now, I had killed him with the kindness I had bestowed on him, by allowing him to delve into anyone and anything he took a fancy to.

As the sun rose across the paddock, it glistened off the tops of the garages and rows of motorhomes, the humidity made even the simple task of breathing a job of work, I was sweating like a b***h in heat.  I took yet another dose of the penicillin as prescribed, then made my way over to the shower turning it to cold, hopeful it would one, cool me down and two, decrease the eternal burn in my groin.  I felt groggy as f**k, the last thing I needed.  Thank f**k we did not have to be on track until tonight, riding in the daytime heat here would be an impossibility, so the late start would give me some time to try and catch up on the sleep that pain and lust had chased away last night.

As I climbed into the shower I noticed some disgusting stuff protruding out of the end of my c**k, pain in my bollocks was increasing now as well, f**k this was going to be uncomfortable on the motorbike tonight, the vibrations between my legs, normally pleasant, giving you the feedback you needed from the bike out on track, would be unbearable in my current state. Looking down at my member, I decided to give old Doc Jorge a call, see if I can get any painkillers to help me sleep today, and to be able to manage out on track. 

I finished the shower, getting changed into black knee length shorts with a white t-shirt, it was mere minuets from leaving the cold shower, to getting ready and already the sweat patches were appearing under my arms… good job I was on a s*x ban,  that was not a good look. Picking up my cell phone, I rang the medical centre.

Nursey Jan answered, great my life just gets f*****g better and better

“Hey is the Doc around?” I asked her curtly, no need for pleasantries it was obvious she had re evaluated our previous unspoken agreement.

“I will find out I presume that is you Mr Johnstone” her reply just as cold as yesterday, yeah, I wasn’t going to get to f**k that in her uniform anytime soon.

“Hola, Mark, what can I do for you?” Doc Jorge asked

“things have got worse overnight, pain in my balls, discharge out my p***s and I think I need some painkillers so I can get sleep, any chance of any?” I asked not beating around the bush…. Beating around the bush, that is what got me into this mess!

“You can have oral paracetamol and Ibuprofen; I will write it up and let the team know. I will leave you some in reception for you to collect”

“Cheers mate, be there in ten” and with that hung up

I headed out to get this s**t sorted so I could try and get some shut eye before the team briefings, as I strode towards the Medical Centre, passing Paddock Tot’s and there she was, looking as fresh as a f*****g daisy, her perfect soft curves in full show beneath her white flowing skirt and white short sleaved blouse, she was smiling at the old biddy she worked with, and f**k despite his pain, my little man sprung back up to attention,  I suddenly became all too aware of the increasing sweat patches around my armpits, and felt something akin to embarrassment of them, why, who knew, but her seeing me sweating like a nun in a brothel, along with the knowledge of my STD bothered me more than a little.. How has my life normally so dam f*****g good, now turned full circle into this s**t!

Lilly’s point of view.

Agnes looked hot and bothered today, I passed her another glass of cold water, she was really struggling in the heat.  I may end up giving her the day off, depending on how many kids we get through the doors.  She sat down on a chair, and sipped the water gratefully, her face as white as a sheet.  I was becoming increasingly concerned for her as the morning wore on. 

“I am Okay Lovely” she reassured me, but I was not convinced in the slightest. 

“stay there and rest a while Agnes please” I implored her, she had me really worried, her eyes were sunken, and her breathing very rapid. I was sure she was dehydrated her body a victim of the intense heat.

I turned to set up the paint pots and placing the blank sheets of paper on the easels when I heard a distinct thud.  Spinning round I saw Agnes laid on the floor, a cut on her head. I ran to the first aid box, and checked her airway, and breathing, it was fine, so placed her in the recovery position then applied some pressure to the cut on her head, as I focused on my task in hand, Nathalie arrived with Marc and Molly.

“Oh! Lilly is she okay?” she asked looking a little stunned to see Agnes on the floor

“No! she has collapsed Nat”

“I will run over and get some help” and with that Nat picked up Molly and Marc one in each arm and ran across the road to the medical centre.    

As I sat next to Agnes, keeping a check on her breathing, her eyes started to blink as she came round.

“Don’t move Agnes, I think you fainted” I told her, gently pushing her back into the recovery position.

Her face still white she looked disorientated and stunned, and I tried to give her a reassuring smile.

Some of the medical guys arrived and quickly took over from me, looking after Agnes. 

“She is very dehydrated, we will get her to the centre for the Doctors to look her over” one guy told me, and they placed her gently into a wheelchair and headed out the door. 

“Lilly, there is only Marc and Molly for you today, if you like you head over with Agnes, and I will entertain them here with Emily when she arrives.” Nat offered

“Are you sure?”

“Yes of course, go see if she is okay,” Nat commanded me

I headed over to the centre, preoccupied with concern for my friend as I entered, I was not looking where I was going and barged straight into Johnstone. Great, just great, he was looking down smiling at me now.

“Miss Innocent, are you following me?” he smirked

“No offence Mark but f**k off!” I was in no mood for his games

“Hey, I was here first! And you banged into me!” he protested laughing at my look of indignation

“did you enjoy feeling me against you” he drawled in my ear

“Get your diseased ridden body away from mine, I have somewhere I need to be!” despicable ass hole, he made my skin crawl, gone were the butterflies from the previous evening, long gone thank God.

I headed into the side room, to see Agnes, Dr Rinns was with her, they were setting up a drip.

“Hi Lilly, she is fine, although she will need to stay here tonight, on this drip, she is very dehydrated” he smiled warmly at me, finished off placing the canular into Agnes hand.

I spent the next half hour with her, then seeing I could do no more, and she would be right as rain tomorrow I headed back to Paddock Tot’s.

They day moved slowly, thankfully I only had Marc and Molly, and those two were easy to look after, they spent most of the day in the ball pit, and then painting pictures for there parents. Nat and Emily picked them up at around 3PM, and I set about cleaning up and sorting out for the next day.

Once I was finished, I headed back to the motorhome, grabbed a pizza out of the small freezer compartment, as it cooked, I took a nice cool shower, and slipped into my shorts and vest top PJ set.  Suddenly the smoke alarm was hollering at me, and my pizza was, well, like a giant black crisp! I managed to rescue it somewhat by scraping off the worst of the charcoaled edges.

I finished my meal, it was still only 17:30 it would be a long night, all alone in here, however I welcomed the solitude it gave me time to think.

My mind wandered back to how my journey into the paddock had started.

I had just turned 14 when Mick Allison the older brother of school bully Kerry Allison, had seen me in the local shopping centre.  He was 3 years older at 17 and the ultimate bad boy, often in trouble with the police.  All the girls at school had a crush on him, he was not particularly good looking, quite the opposite when I think about it now, but he had a presence about him that hormonal teenage girls dreamed about.  He had sent a message via Kerry to me, asking me to be his girlfriend.  I had refused, he was 17 far to old, but with the constant pear pressure I finally gave in and agreed.  We had dated for two years on and off.  Often, he would stand me up on dates, or send a message to me saying we were finished, then ask another girl in my class out on a date.  However, he always came back to me, begging forgiveness, claiming some big misunderstanding.  By the time I was 16 I was getting more than a little harassed by people in School, the boy’s calling me a slag, saying I was game for anything, the girls shunning me, and again calling me all the names under the sun.  It had been a constant battle, and I was very confused, I had in total kissed Mick four times, and never with tongues, so the reason why I was being accused of doing goodness knows what illuded me.  The harassment continued, serving to completely destroy my confidence, each day worse than the last, I was emotionally and physically victimised by the bullies, who were led by Micks sister Kerry.   It was towards the end of my last School year when I found out why, one of the lads in the year below me, told me that Mick had spread a rumour that he had used a pack of 24 condoms on me,  and had also let it be known that should any of the guys my own age express an interest in me they would be a victim of his abusive revenge.  Many of them were scared and given Micks reputation quite rightly so. 

Things had come to a head last year, he had taken to writing letters every few months, declaring undying love for me, I ignored them all.  The constant late night drunken calls demanding I go back out with him became more erratic, One day at the shopping centre, my mother had seen him pushing trollies, his new job, not that he had ever worked much, he was a lazy lowlife, and when she had returned to her car it was covered in dents and scrapes.  Mam had reported it and the CCTV picked up him attacking her car, which lead him to be fired.  That is when the online abuse lead by his sister started every night direct messages containing vile accusations and threats of violence ensured I had no rest from the bullies even in the comfort of my own home. Even though I knew what they were accusing me of was a web of vicious lies it still made me feel dirty, and not worthy of anyone’s friendship. I was hurt, alone and questioned the reason for my existence, with no hope my life would get any better.   

I had hoped this would all be left behind me when I started my childcare course at college, but just my luck Kerry and her gaggle of bitches were on the same course, and so it continued. One night a brick was thrown through our lounge window, narrowly missing my doggy, and that was when I broke down crying, explaining everything to my Mam.  It had been a relief to share what was going on, although she had guessed most of it herself, and when she spoke with Aunty Lou, she relayed all that had happened, the offer for work at Paddock Tots arrived soon after.  I had grabbed this opportunity to run away from Mick and his vile lies, along with Kerry and her nasty bullying, and ended up here, and finally life felt somewhat normal, well I say normal, traveling the world rubbing shoulders with famous championship riders and their families, which was far removed from normality, but I was happy, and content, and very grateful.

My thoughts then drifted over to Agnes, the lovely lady who was like my paddock Mother, she had looked so fragile today, and I felt a small tear of sadness escape my eye.

Suddenly a knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts and I went to open it.

Mark Johnstone stook, his leathers hanging down from the waist, no top on showing his firmly toned body, and the arrange of sexy tattoos.  Oh f**k, there goes my heart skipping around like a kangaroo in a boxing ring at the sight of him.

“Hey Miss Innocent, just thought I would pop buy to find out how the old bird is, and to apologise for being a prick earlier” his face lit up as his eyes looked me up and down, a smirk spread across his lips, undressing me with his glare. I felt naked, and embarrassed, and wanted rid of him as soon as possible.

“What are you doing here Mark, shouldn’t you be on track around about now?” I asked noting the time

“not going out for another hour yet, so how is the old bird?”

“AGNES,  is okay, just dehydrated now if you don’t mind I am busy!” and with that I closed the door in his face, unable to quite control the tingling I felt all over from where he checked me out, and needing to escape his gaze before I fell into his man trap. I pressed my body back against the door I had slammed and breathed, who the did he think he was!

“f*****g Charming Lilly, you can run, but you cannot hide I know you want me really!” I heard him shout as he left.

Oh God, that man drove me mad, I decided I hated him, and so I would remain hating him for as long as I could, of that I was quite certain.