Mabel Shot Part 3

"Are you sure you're not shy? You're not, right?" I see her head poke out as she smiles at me.
"It depends on the situation. But what I'm trying to say—"
"Two, then, depending on what's between my legs." She pulls her head back into the car, once again leaving me hanging, not listening to what I have to say. "Although there was that one time I orgasmed when the doctor did a pelvic exam."
I slowly approach the passenger door and close it gently, standing beside her, leaning in to look inside the vehicle through the window.
"Miss Sieta, I don't want to seem rude, especially since you came here willingly," I say calmly, with slow words, trying to see if she's paying attention, but she completely ignores me as she types on her phone. "But I'll be going to the doctor on my own. The one I choose—"
"You should answer!" She looks up at me, interrupting with a big smile.
"Answer... what?" I'm confused, not understanding. "What am I supposed to—"
Before I can finish my question, my phone starts ringing in my hand. I straighten up and look at the unknown number on the screen.
"The longer you take to answer, the crankier he'll get!" The cheerful woman calls out to me. "Trust me, Greg gets unbearable when he doesn't sleep."
"How did he get my number?" I let out a frustrated breath through my nose and take a step back. I'm sure I never gave him my number. I glance at her again before answering the call. "Hello?"
"Why aren't you in the car?" I hear his rough, angry voice on the other end.
"Because I don't want to be. I'm capable of scheduling an appointment with a gynecologist by myself, sir," I speak quickly, turning my back to Sieta's car. "You didn't need to send your cousin to take me like I'm some teenager going to her first appointment."
"Are you scolding me for an order I gave you yesterday?" His voice wreaks havoc on my mind, even over the phone, sounding more dangerous. "As far as I remember, I was very clear when I gave that order."
"No, that's not it." I bite my lip, feeling confused. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I was still foggy from the orgasm he'd given me in the bathroom; I didn’t think he was serious about sorting this out today. "Or maybe yes! You know what? Yes, I *am* scolding you for trying to control everything!"
"Ooh, this is getting interesting!" I turn and see Sieta grinning at me through the car window. "Keep going, I've never seen a woman giving Czar a hard time!"
"Do you really want to go down this path, Mabel?!" His heavy breathing becomes more intense, his voice even rougher.
"I-I..." I stammer, lowering my voice, avoiding Sieta's gaze. "I'm just saying that I know you told me to go to an appointment, but I can go on my own, to a doctor *I* choose. There are things I don't want you to control..."
"I said I'd take care of it. Just like you let me control you when you agreed to the game," he cuts me off, softening his tone. "Now get in the car and go with Sieta to the appointment I scheduled for you, or if you prefer, I can take you myself."
I stay silent, hearing the call end from his side without giving me the chance to tell him to go to hell.
"Jerk!" I mutter under my breath, rubbing my face.
"Yeah, he is!" The woman's cheerful voice behind me makes me slowly turn to look at her. "Come on, I promise after the appointment, we'll get drunk on vodka and talk crap about Greg until our tongues cramp up!"
I give her a weak smile as she pushes the passenger door open slowly. I take a step forward and let out a low sigh. I climb into the car and sit down, barely having time to buckle my seatbelt before she starts the car and speeds down the road.
"I remember the trip I took to Spain a few years ago... Best days of my life... I always say everyone should visit Madrid at some point." I tense up, squeezing my eyes shut as she swerves in front of a truck without signaling the other driver. "Sun, sexy men, the only problem is the egotistical bastard who lives there and controls every move I make, but I end up forgetting how mad I am at him because he can fuck like a god..."
I open my eyes, taking a deep breath, glancing over to see the truck fall behind us.
"Have you ever been to Madrid, Mabel?"
I look at her, watching as she steers with one hand, pulling a cigarette from her pocket with the other and lighting it. Instinctively, I reach for the seatbelt, pulling it across my body and fastening it tightly. I watch as the car drifts onto the shoulder before she presses down on the accelerator again.
"Have you been to Spain?"
My body leans with the car's movement as she swerves back onto the road, shifting gears.
"No..." I mumble to the chatty woman, adjusting myself in the seat, my fingers gripping my knees.
"Girl, you have to go, you'll love it! I'll give you the best hotel and restaurant recommendations. There's a small bistro in Madrid, owned by Juarez. Stop by and tell him Sieta sent you..."
"Oh, my God!" I rub my face, feeling my body tense up completely.
"Have you been to any other country besides Russia? Greg told me you're from New York."
"Yes." I nod, answering her, not taking my eyes off the road. "Actually, Moscow is the only place I know besides New York."
"I think I passed through there once, can't remember much." Sieta laughs, her voice lively as she speeds up the car even more. "So, tell me, what brought you to Russia?"
"An exchange program," I respond quickly, turning to look at her. "Shouldn't you be paying attention to the road?"
"Don't worry, I'm a great driver!" She cuts off another car, laughing as I close my eyes and grip the dashboard, doubting her claim of being a good driver. "An exchange program... Cool! I think my whole life has been an exchange program, I love experiencing different cultures from other countries."
I open my eyes as the car slows down, surprised by the sight in front of me. Sieta had taken the highway out of the city, and large fields with distant mountains were now visible.
"I'll admit, I'm not much into art," Sieta chatters on, blowing smoke from her cigarette. "But I'm sure you got into a great art gallery for your exchange."
"Yes, Rumeu's art gallery is really good. I'm gaining a lot of experience working there." My voice is calmer as I turn to study her. "Does this gynecologist live outside of Moscow?"
"Her house is a bit far out, she likes her privacy, but I assure you, she's excellent." Sieta smiles at me, giving me a wink. "Weren't you scared to come here, leaving the place where you grew up to experience a completely different culture without knowing anyone?"
"No." I turn my face, gazing out the window. Coming to Moscow was the only way I could escape everything New York reminded me of. "I have a friend who lives here, so I didn't feel completely alone."
"That's good, really good!" She lowers her voice and gives a playful laugh. "Having someone familiar to welcome you in a new place is always nice."
"Actually, when I arrived, Macro, my friend, wasn't there to greet me, he had an appointment," I explain, looking back at her. "It was a friend of Mr. Rumeu's who received me. She took me to the gallery..."
I remember the elegant, well-dressed woman who waited for me at the airport that day I arrived.
"A woman?" Sieta's voice, alarmed, makes me turn to face her.
"Yes, a woman." I smile at her, nodding in confirmation. "What was her name again?" I scrunch my nose, struggling to recall her name.
I try to force my mind to remember the name of that classy older woman, but the truth is, she wasn’t very talkative. I think we exchanged only two sentences.