Fast Lane

By Jennis Slaughter

In the male-dominated sport of Formula 1 racing, Samantha 'Sam' Dupree is struggling to make her mark against the boys. She hears about a driver making a name for herself in NASCAR and goes to check her out. Little does she know that she's in for the race of her heart.

Addison McCloud wants nothing more than to drive. She doesn't care about fame or fortune; she wants to be fast enough to get herself and her family away from her abusive father. Meeting Sam changes her world and revs her life into overdrive.

When they get together, sparks fly like the race cars they drive. Will they be able to steer their relationship into something more and win the race, or will their families make them crash and burn? The boys of Formula 1 will learn that Southern girls are a force to be reckoned with.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jennis Slaughter
• Release date: Mar 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224745760

Jennis Slaughter

Jennis Slaughter nació en Florida a finales de los años cincuenta y su madre le dijo que siempre fue demasiado dramática. Cuando Hollywood no la llamó, se dedicó a escribir historias en su cabeza. Una vez que habló con otro autor en línea, se animó a comenzar a escribir por su cuenta y el resto es historia. Prefiere escribir misterios y drama y ha sido llamada "La reina de la angustia" más de una vez. Ella es una firme creyente en los finales felices y el amor verdadero.

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Table of Contents

FAST LANE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

FAST LANE

A Novel by Jennis Slaughter

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CHAPTER ONE

A shrill ringing filled the run-of-the-mill hotel room with a horrid noise. A tan hand reached out from the under the covers as if to shut off an alarm clock that wasn’t there. It only succeeded in knocking over a bottle of Vitamin Water. Groaning, the individual sat up slowly, rubbing her face before yawning and picking up the phone to answer.

Hello? the roused sleeper asked.

Good morning, Addison. It’s nearly seven am, time to rise and shine. Let’s get in a good work out before your time trials at eleven today, came a rather chipper voice.

Dad... Addison tried to reason with her father.

No buts, ifs, or anything like that, Addison. It’s time to get up, so ‘up and at ‘em!’ Her father hung up a second later, leaving the young twenty-two-year old NASCAR driver to stare down at the handset before replacing it in the cradle.

Come on Deuce... Addison yawned for the third time since waking up as she called out to her Rottweiler who was sleeping on the opposite side of the bed. Addison McCloud shuffled over to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face before looking at her reflection. Stormy gray eyes, disheveled bronze hair with subtle waves that fell just past her shoulders, and a sleepy smile greeted her.

She had just enough time to get dressed, clip Deuce’s leash on and grab the dog’s pack before her father was knocking at her door. James McCloud smiled down as his daughter, even though it was a rather strict smile. Time to go running Addison, it’s good for you.

I know I know...what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, came the mumbling reply as the shut the hotel room door behind her.

Addison stopped at the top of the stairs and stretched, looking out at Daytona Beach. Her father was checking the stopwatch he had slung around his neck. Deuce barked one time loudly, and then looked at his owner, his short, stubby tail wagging. Her father had met Addison halfway on the bodyguard argument and agreed to the one hundred and thirty pound Rottweiler who slept on the other side of Addison’s hotel room beds. The dog went everywhere with the woman, even to the track. Not many people inside a NASCAR track made the mistake of approaching Addison more than once, learning quickly Deuce didn’t like boys and hated strangers even more.

Kneeling down, Addison pulled out the vest-like contraption that Deuce wore when running on the beach with her. It was an American Red Cross, specially-made, dog garment that held a collapsible dog bowl, a bottle of water, and a first aid kit. Addison’s iPhone was strapped to her bicep, and music played into a set of headphones as she stretched. The beginning notes of Beethoven’s Symphonies filled her ears as she walked down the stairs and pulled off her worn Nikes, putting her toes in the sand. She thought about home; Hot Springs Arkansas. The Nextel Sprint Cup was in the middle of the season, two days before July 4th, and Addison wanted to be home in the country fishing.

Some twenty minutes later, her muscles fully stretched out, Addison unclipped Deuces leash and handed it to her father before waving and running down the beach, away from him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Addison stared at herself in the small mirror in the bathroom of her motor home. Huffing, she fiddled with the collar on her flame retardant jumpsuit, covered in sponsor logos and products. Her bronze hair was tied up in a tight ponytail. Her gray eyes were irritated as she felt the same itching sensation at her neck.

Ugh damn it. Addison sighed at her reflection before she sat down on the couch inside her Conway Freight sponsored RV. Thankfully, Addison didn’t ride with the driver she blocked for. Dana Tatum was an insufferable egotistical man who loved going out of his way to make her feel uncomfortable with her driving skills.

Deuce stared at his human mother before resuming his chew session on a rope toy she’d bought after their run this morning. Her dad had all but rushed her out of PetCo on their way to the track so she could qualify for time trials. For some reason, this morning he seemed extra tense, like time trials weren’t all that was on his mind.

Addison shrugged off the thought and picked up her helmet from the cabinet top when she secured her shoes. Alright boy, wish me luck? She leaned down to scratch his ears before leaving the trailer.

The driver left the steps of her RV and walked into the forest of RV’s, golf carts and press—it was a media frenzy. Addison’s father pushed through the throng and took her by the arm.

You’re late Addison. He sounded annoyed.

I’m sorry, Addison muttered. My jumpsuit was bothering me.

Never mind. He motioned to a golf cart nearby with a young man behind the wheel.

Sorry Dad, she tried to apologize, but her father just ignored her.

Apologies are like assholes, Addison, everyone has one, he bit out as they took off across the black top. Addison sighed and fiddled with the straps on her helmet as she tried to calm down enough to think of the time trials.

When they arrived in the pit area, Addison’s number sixteen Roush Mustang NASCAR was having its final checks done, fresh tires, fresh gas etc. Addison went from a nervous girl to a confident woman the moment her shoes touched the track’s concrete.

Alright Addison. Her dad handed her a slip of paper that had all of the previous qualifying times, including Dana’s.

Dad. Addison crumpled the paper and handed it back to him with a grin. I’ve been doing time trials since I was thirteen on a dirt bike. I know what I’m doing. He looked annoyed that she’d cut him off, but shrugged all the same and went to join her boss and pit boss in the tent to listen over the headphones.

The bronze haired beauty sighed as she walked over to her pit crew. Hey guys, she running alright today?

One of the mechanics looked up with a grin. Hey Ms. McCloud, she’s running fantastic today! Your qualifying time should easily beat Dana’s; his fuel filter was clogged. Old fuel. He chuckled.

Addison shook her head; her pit crew absolutely loathed the other driver, Dana Tatum, because he was such a pompous asshole. His pit crew treated everyone else like they were dirt just because Dana had won the last three Sprint Nextel Cups, along with a few other esteemed races. Of course, Dana wouldn’t have won those races without Addison blocking for him, but no one said anything about that.

Where is Dana? I thought he would be down here to rattle my cage, Addison inquired, looking around and trying to find the other Conway Freight driver.

Oh, he’s not down on the track today. After qualifying last night; he’s been puffing himself up for something that’s happening today. I heard some big wigs are up in the clubhouse. Apparently the Dupree representative for their Formula 1 team is here, her mechanic threw out.

Good, maybe I can get some peace and quiet for once. Think Conway will get a new driver? Someone who’s not an asshole to block for? Addison questioned as she put her helmet on the roof of the car.

Or maybe you’ll get bumped up. Arnie, her pit boss came up behind her to give the final checks on the car before Addison would start her qualifying laps.

No way, I hate the spotlight, and besides, I’m a nobody. I just want to drive. Save the media circus for the idiots who love the limelight, Addison replied.

Like your father, Arnie shot back. He was smiling, so Addison just rolled her eyes behind her polarized lenses on her sunglasses.

Alright kid, you ready to drive? Arnie asked, as he hooked up the laptop to the engine portal and ran through the diagnostics.

Born ready, Addison smirked, as she unhooked the net and climbed in through the driver’s side window.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A tall redheaded female sauntered up to the window and sat on the back of a sofa in the owner’s box of Dupree Racing that overlooked the racetrack. The infield of the track was filled to capacity with RV’s, pick-up trucks, and semi’s. People were on the roofs cooking BBQ; lounging and drinking heaven knows what, while waiting for the time trials to start. Becca hated to think of how the race day was going to be.

Leaning down, she draped herself over the shoulders of the lounging, long legged blonde. What exactly are we doing here, when we could be at the beach?

Samantha Sam Dupree had her legs crossed at the ankles and propped up on the windowsill. She was watching the drivers arrive at their designated areas in pit row. She had heard about a young driver who had a lot of potential, and she wanted to be the first to check her out. The only bad part of the situation was that the driver was blocking for a true jerk named Dana Tatum, who thought that he was entitled to be the next great name in racing.

Catching a glimpse of the golf cart carrying the driver, Sam leaned forward and smiled, watching the young woman fidget with her collar and frown at her father. Addison McCloud was bothered by something and that could affect her driving. As the current number two driver in Formula 1 racing, and the first woman to hold that rank, Sam knew something about professional driving. She also understood how some drivers had their own routines and tiny good luck charms that they followed before each race.

Reaching for a nearby phone, the blonde asked for the Tatum pit. Waiting for an answer, she leaned back to take the tumbler of Jack from Becca.

This is Arnie Garcia...how can I help you? Arnie thought it was Dana calling to complain about Addison.

This is Sam Dupree...let me talk with the driver, she stated, not bothering with politeness. She did, after all, have a reputation to uphold.

Arnie’s eyes went wide and he looked at Addison who was peering under the hood of her car. Addison! he hissed, covering the phone. Sam Dupree is on the line for you. Addison went pale, and took the phone, trying to act like an adult.

Yes ma’am, this is Addison McCloud, ma’am, how can I help you?

Get out of that damn suit and into something that you’re more comfortable in. If anyone gives you any lip, just tell them I didn’t like the color. Sipping the liquor, the blonde smiled as she looked through a pair of binoculars at the young woman’s expression.

Addison’s eyes widened in alarm, afraid she had upset Dana’s new boss. Right away Ms. Dupree. She looked around. Finally covering the phone, she grabbed Arnie by his collar. Run back to my trailer, toss Deuce a dog treat, and grab my other jumpsuit, pretty please? she begged.

Arnie smiled, knowing Addison would much rather race in her older suit than her new one. Okay, give me a few minutes. He turned and found a golf cart, driving back to her trailer.

Hey kid...what was bothering you with the suit? Sam said into the phone.

If the NASCAR driver was a little bit nervous, it wasn’t obvious when she spoke, Oh, it’s new and a bit stiff in the collar. It was just itching ma’am.

Don’t ever wear something that you haven’t already broken in off-track. You don’t need the distraction. Now go out there and show me what you’ve got. Kick Tatum’s ass. A throaty chuckle was broken off as the phone disconnected.

Addison McCloud looked at the phone in shock before she handed it back to Arnie who had returned with her old jumpsuit. She quickly excused herself into a tent to change before walking out onto the track. Her old suit was a bit snug in some places, but it was comfortable, like a favorite old t-shirt. She walked to her car and climbed in before putting on her helmet, and keying up the mike.

Arnie removed the laptop after the final checks were done and leaned down to look into the car as Addison primed the ignition and the car roared to life, sounding more like an airplane than a car.

Alright Addison, give ‘em hell! he shouted so she could hear.

Pulling on her gloves, Addison gave him a double thumbs up and put her hands on the wheel. She deftly maneuvered the car out of pit row and was met by the pace car that she followed for a full lap, warming up the tires. As she circled the track and came back up on the starting line, Addison dropped the hammer.

The car tore down the track like a bat out of hell while Addison smiled like a kid at a candy store. As the first turn neared, she dropped down to ride the line on the inside of the turn. She flew out of the turn like her tail pipe was on fire. The next three turns were given similar treatment, as she finished her qualifying lap.

Addison sighed happily as she saw her post time and heard her dad’s voice in her ear, Good job Addison, your time was actually quicker than Dana’s by a full two seconds. He’ll be furious. Her dad encouraged all her inner track rivalries, especially the ones with the other blockers and her other driver.

Good, was all the young woman said.

Oh, I can’t wait to share this with him when he’s upstairs with Dupree Motorsports, Arnie called over the headset inside her helmet.

Just make sure I’m back in my trailer when you tell him. Addison laughed over the radio as she pulled into pit row and her crew helped her out of the car.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sitting down after she watched McCloud’s trial, Sam bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. She could work with that driver; she just knew it. The talent was most definitely there, as was the commitment, she thought, as she mentally went over Addison’s racing resume in her head. The biggest hurdle was going to be getting the young woman away from her father and the racing team she was with now.

Where is Dana Tatum? Sam asked a nearby attendant.

Probably down at the bar with the media, he’s been bragging all day, one of the attendants answered.

Sam, can we go to the beach? I need a tan before the parties tonight! Becca complained into her girlfriend’s ear.

You wanna go tan, go tan. I’ve got work to do. Sam waved off the redhead as she headed towards the bar. She wanted to hear what Tatum was spouting.

Becca threw herself on the couch in a mini temper tantrum. God damn it, she huffed.

After Sam left the clubhouse, she wandered down to the track bar where she found Dana Tatum and his pit crew. He was having a beer and talking to a reporter, who was hanging onto his every word. Yeah, I’ve heard some talk that Formula 1 needs a new boy. I think Dupree racing should let me step in. Their glory girl needs to learn a few things; a lot like my blocker.

Sam caught the reporter’s eye and shook her head, warning him not to let on that she was behind the driver. Let the man hang himself, it would save her the trouble of dumping him later.

Tatum kept talking as he took a swig from his Bud Light. It just goes to show you; women don’t belong on the track. It’s a man’s world. I had to explain that plenty of times to my blocker, Addison McCloud. She’s still a kid so she’s got time to go out there and find a husband, make some babies, and live a good life.

Green eyes grew darker as she listened to the man spout off, so she pushed away from the doorway to stand directly behind the driver and leaned forward to speak in his ear, And what makes you think that McCloud or any other woman needs a man to be complete?

Tatum whipped around. Mrs. Dupree...I’m sorry, but a reporter asked me for an opinion so I gave it to them. How can I help you? His eyes ran up and down her body quickly before he covered it with a grin.

It’s Ms. Dupree and I hear that you think that I could learn a few things from you. Please, enlighten me. The leggy blonde leaned against the bar and signaled the bartender for a Jack. I just can’t wait to hear your words of wisdom, she drawled.

A pit crew member came up and handed Dana a slip of paper with Addison’s qualifying time. The driver turned red in the face before he slammed it down. Damn it. Well, Ms. Dupree, I have to take my leave of you. I need to speak with the other driver. Have a nice afternoon.

Tossing back the liquor, Sam pushed away from the bar. I think I’ll join you. There are some things I think that we can discuss. She led the way towards the trailers with a seductive sway of her hips. Sam knew men wanted her and she used that knowledge to her benefit.

As they walked into the pit, James was berating his daughter. Addison...would you like to explain to me why you changed into ANOTHER jumpsuit when the one you had on was perfectly fine?

It was uncomfor... Addison was cut off by her father’s snarl.

Enough excuses. We’ll talk in a minute, but I’m disappointed.

Tatum chuckled as soon as it was obvious McCloud was having her ass chewed out by the social climbing idiot that was her father. He knew that the only way her father saw her was as a cash cow, the end of the line. He turned to size up Addison like he always did. Word on the track was that she didn’t date; something about distractions from work. Hey McCloud, quit tryin’ to make me look bad...you did okay. He left out the words he knew she was thinking: ‘For a chick.’

Addison didn’t turn to face Tatum. She began to unzip her jumpsuit, trying to cool off. Her father shook his head with his hands on his hips and turned to face the coming duo.

Hey Carl...how are things going? Sam walked over to one of the owners to shake his hand. He had been an acquaintance of her father’s, and that man had always drilled into her to be polite to your friends, because you never knew when you would need them.

Addison’s father walked away from Addison to talk to Dana about their strategy for tomorrow.

The female NASCAR driver shrugged out of her outfit, pulled it down halfway and tied the arms around her waist. She was wearing a somewhat see-through black shirt that was short sleeved and snug, sports rated to let her body breathe with the jumpsuit.

Carl reached out, taking Samantha Dupree’s hand in a short handshake before grabbing his partner. John, this was the woman I was telling you about. Samantha, well Sam Dupree, if you wanna keep your head. She’s an animal on the track.

I see that you never got the cut covered up Carl. Daddy never quite forgave me for slugging you when you insisted on calling me Samantha. We both learned something that day...I found out that you have one hell of a hard head. The blonde chuckled as she reminisced.

And you have one hell of a right cross Sam. Carl laughed as John shook hands with Sam as well. So what brings you down here to Daytona? Surely F1 racing’s got you pretty busy. I hear the Italians are always running things, and the Germans are the worst. I don’t know how you can stand those idiot Europeans.

I’m looking to add to my stable and I had heard that you had a driver that had a lot of potential, and I came to check things out. I think I can make a deal with you that will be beneficial for the both of us. Sam left out the name to see who would bite first.

John spoke up. If you can get Dana out of the club and in bed before dawn, he’s a hell driver, but he’s got a woman problem. Loves the ladies a little too much.

Actually I was thinking about McCloud. I saw her trial and I think that she’s got the talent. Sam nodded towards the young woman, barely noticing the muscular back and ass that was bent over her car.

Both Carl and John turned to look at Addison. The kid? Carl didn’t laugh, but he did smile proudly. I dug her out of Houston about two years back, put her through NASCAR school the hard way. I know you’ve seen her credentials, but get past the naive kid part, and she’s got an eye like a hawk behind the wheel.

I saw that, but I do want to see her in action, but in real action...not blocking for Tatum. I know he thinks that he’s in line, but I want to see what the kid can do. Will that be alright with you guys? I’ll compensate you for the effort. The blonde sat down in a nearby chair and stretched out her legs. This was easier than she thought.

What’re you proposing? Carl smiled back at the young F1 driver. She’d grown up in front of his eyes. Her father would have been proud.

By now, Tatum was back for his time with his bosses and Sam Dupree. There was no way he was letting his golden ticket out of his grasp, he was getting that spot on the Dupree racing team. And if he got Sam too, even bigger bonus. Addison would have made a nice cherry on top, but you can’t win them all. He came over to stand next to Carl and John with James McCloud behind him.

Addison looked up and saw her dad motion her over in a covert manner, so she excused herself from the preparations of her car for the next day’s real race. The shy young copper-headed girl didn’t really want to be around all these powerful people. She didn’t know what to say to any of them other than hello.

Sam watched as the senior McCloud motioned to his daughter to come to stand beside him, and smiled at the deep breath the young woman took. Addison wasn’t comfortable with the big wigs...she was in her element as a driver.

I have a proposition for the drivers. I need a new driver on my team, and I believe that it could be one of you. What do you two think about that? She turned her attention to Tatum. You were saying earlier that there were some things I could learn for you. Explain please. She interlaced her fingers, placing her hands on her stomach, and waited.

Tatum crossed his arms, laughing while Addison tried not to zone out during the conversation until she heard Ms. Dupree talk about how either she or Tatum could be the new driver. A real chance at a Formula 1 racer...a real driver. She reached up; taking her hair down out of its ponytail and putting it back up again nervously as she listened to Tatum try to sell himself to the Dupree family.

I’ve been behind the wheel for over ten years; I’ve come up through all different types ranks to get this job. Ms. Dupree, I’m the way to go. You could learn the determination that it takes to be number one...not number two.

Everyone looked shocked at Tatum’s audacity. Even Carl shook his head, but James, Addison’s father was listening with a smile. He knew that the man’s comments would piss Sam off enough make her want to smash him into the ground.

Sam didn’t move or change her expression as she asked the man a question, Then explain to me why you were ranked fifteenth for three years before Addison started blocking for you? Guess that you weren’t that determined. She smiled at the man and sat up straighter. It’s funny that you moved up to ninth once you got a good blocker. A blocker that you’ve never acknowledged in the press.

Carl stepped in before his driver lost his temper with his old friend. Dana, I think what Sam is trying to say is that your driving is fantastic, but it’s better with Addison helping.

Tatum sighed and shrugged. I guess you’re right. Addison does help me get ahead on the track.

Addison smiled a bit hearing this and sat down on the other side of Carl Hendricks, toying with a crescent wrench, waiting to hear what it was Sam was proposing.

Sam reached out to place her hand on her friend’s arm and squeezed lightly, but firmly. Please Carl, don’t try and put words in my mouth. I said exactly what I meant. Without Addison here, Tatum and I would never be having this conversation.

Sam turned her attention to the young woman, and bit the inside of her lip to keep from smiling. Addison was secretly enjoying Tatum being called out. What do you think about all of this Addison? Do you think that you could make it as a F1 driver?

Yes, Addison’s tone was so sure of itself that she only needed the one word to apply how well she could adapt to the F1 circuit. Her father smirked and clapped his daughter on the back with a grin.

Tatum looked pissed, but knew when to keep his mouth shut around his bosses.

Sam couldn’t stop the smile, but quickly wiped it from her face as she stood to remove the young woman’s sunglasses. I like to see who I’m talking to. Gray eyes stared back at her and almost caused her to lose her breath. Clearing her throat, she asked, Talk me into it?

Addison squinted and smiled a bit. I don’t really like to talk a lot; I’d rather just show you.

Sam let a full smile break out across her face. That’s what I wanted to hear, and I agree. She handed the glasses back to the girl, and walked back to her chair to sit back down. Here’s what going to happen. Tomorrow there’s an added incentive to win. She couldn’t help but taunt Tatum. I know that you’re used to little things Tatum, but do you think that you’re up to a challenge?

Dana gritted his teeth, not taking the bait Sam kept dangling in front of him. Whatever challenge you have, I’m sure I could do it easily. His eyes shot to Addison, who was replacing her sunglasses on blushing cheeks.

Whoever places higher tomorrow will be my new driver. That means Tatum that you will not have anyone blocking for you. There will be no touching of the cars; it has to be a clean race between the two of you. Your skills and...determination, Sam looked at Tatum and smiled, are what I’m interested in. If you can run an honest race, accept the challenge. If you can’t or don’t follow through, I will make sure that sanctions will be brought.

Sam turned to James and stated, You were a good store manager for my father and you spent your off time encouraging your daughter to excel, but this will not be a piggy back ride. It will be for the driver and their crew...no one else, but everyone will be compensated.

Addison’s father looked almost shocked, but covered it quickly. Addison deserves some recognition for all the hard work she’s put in over the years. James smiled, putting a hand comfortingly on his daughter’s shoulder and squeezed. Her mother and her little brother are proud of her. Her little sister too. Even though all Sissy does is ‘drive cars fast.’ Maddie is only five, but she looks up to Addison like a hero.

Well, we shall see tomorrow if she’s got all the right stuff. Turning to Tatum, Sam took a step closer to him, letting him have a view down the front of her button up shirt if he dared. Are you up to an honest challenge Dana? Think you can handle...it? Her eyes glanced down at herself, but only the driver could see that.

Dana cleared his throat, his eyes drifting down her shirt while he licked his lips. I’m up to anything that concerns you Ms. Dupree. He smiled back in an oily manner.

Taking a step back, Sam grinned. Addison, I look forward to seeing you drive. Turning to Carl and John, the blonde started talking business about buying out either one of the driver’s contracts from them, now ignoring the rest of the group.

James looked at his daughter, who shrugged. Get out of that jumpsuit and go take a shower. I’m sure Deuce needs a walk by now.

CHAPTER TWO

After the interesting afternoon, Sam was decked to the nines in a simple black dress with a black clutch and heels while she waited for her girlfriend Becca to finish putting on a sequin dress.

Becca finally left their bedroom to come into the living area before leaning down to kiss her girlfriend’s cheek. Ready to relax baby? she cooed, knowing where their night would end up.

Yeah, I am. You look hot Becca. You’re gonna have everyone watching you dance. Sam let her hand glide up the redhead’s thigh for a moment before she stepped away. Good thing I’m not a jealous person.

That’s because you like to watch me dance with other people before you take me home and rip my clothes off. Becca grinned as she pressed herself up against Sam before they left the hotel. The entire ride in the limo to the club was filled with hot, steamy kisses, and wandering hands. Once they got there though, Sam was all business, ushering Becca through the velvet rope and straight to the VIP section to order shots and a bottle of Jack.

Leaning back against the cushioned sofa, Sam sipped her drink while Becca danced and partied with different partners, always within the blonde’s eyesight. The music thrummed through the speakers causing the ice in the bucket to vibrate. They had been there a couple of hours and the blonde was ready for something else. She smiled as a plan came together in her mind.

Becca ground her hips against her newest dance partner, though she couldn’t even remember who it was, or if they were male or female. She tilted the lip of her shot glass back, letting her tequila slip down her throat. She looked at her girlfriend with a smile, wondering what she was thinking. Leaving the dance floor, she sauntered into the VIP section and slid into the seat next to the blonde.

We’re leaving. Sam stood up, reaching for her clutch, not waiting to see if her girlfriend followed. Walking outside, she patiently waited for the limo to be brought around.

The redhead sighed before walking after her girlfriend as quickly as she could. She checked her texts on her phone as the limo was pulled around the block and parked in front of them.

Waiting for the door to be opened, Sam let the redhead enter first, before she turned to the driver. Take about an hour to get to the hotel, will you? She wiggled her eyebrows at the young man before getting into the back and settling down.

Pressing a button, the blonde raised the partition between them and the driver before turning to Becca. Do you think you teased me enough tonight?

Becca smirked. Maybe.... She uncrossed her legs and ran her hands up and down her thighs with a wicked gleam in her eye.

Get on your hands and knees bitch...you’ve been panting for it all night, and I’m going to give it to you right now. Sam moved to the far side of the seat and waited.

Her girlfriend shivered in anticipation before crawling down to her hands and knees on the floor of the back of the limo. Her red hair flipped over her shoulder as she stared back at Sam.

Reaching under the sequined dress, Sam tore away the thong that the woman had dared to wear. Thought I told you before not to wear anything under your dresses. Did you think I wouldn’t discover it?

Becca loved the dominance that Sam always displayed over her; it kept her grounded. Her eyes closed as she pushed her forehead into the leather seat cushion in front of her face. However, she knew better than to talk, Sam didn’t like to be interrupted.

Give me your hands, Sam said coldly. The blonde didn’t wait, but grabbed one while the redhead brought the other one around, and Sam used the thong to bind her hands securely before she slid a hand back between Becca’s legs, teasing the slickness. Hmm, maybe I should just tease you...never letting you cum. Maybe then you would learn to listen. Slowly she slid in three fingers and twisted. What do you think I should do bitch? What do you deserve to have happen to you? Sam kept her hands still now, waiting.

Grunting, Becca almost bit a hole in the leather she had pressed to her cheek. Fuck me Sam, please, she begged outright; there was no way she was going to bother trying to fight it. She was drunk, horny, and she wanted to cum now.

Sam took a fist full of hair and pulled hard. Do you want to cum Becca? Do you need me, wrist deep?

Yes please...do anything you want to me, but God, please, fuck me, and make me cum, Becca whispered brokenly, trying to move her hips, but stopped a second later when she remembered how much Sam liked to be in total and complete control.

Sam slid in three fingers hard and started a steady beat, keeping Becca’s head pulled back the entire time, pulling her hair so hard the woman winced. I’m gonna fuck you Becca...so hard that you’re gonna feel me for days, but you won’t get to cum. Curling her fingers, the blonde brought the redhead to the edge and then held still until the tightness around her fingers lessened and she started again.

Repeatedly Sam brought Becca to the edge before she’d back off and start all over again. It drove the redhead nearly to the point of insanity. An hour later, she was no closer to cumming, when the car slowed to a stop out front of their hotel.

Pulling out one final time, Sam wiped her hand on Becca’s dress and untied her hands. Make yourself decent. Hurry up, I don’t have all night. She sat back in the seat and took a swallow of Jack, waiting.

Very clumsily, Becca pulled her thong on with shaking hands. She quickly then tried to fix her hair as their driver opened the door and Sam left her in the car as she walked into the lobby. Becca huffed and followed or at least tried to. Sam ignored her the whole way up the elevator, and even after they got into their room. If Sam wasn’t going to finish her off, then she’d just take a shower and go to bed.

Get undressed. Sam waited beside the bed, tapping her thigh with her nails. And get on the bed. I’m not done with you yet. She reached inside a nearby bag and pulled something out, but kept it from the other woman’s view.

Becca stripped so quickly that she tore her dress, but she knew Sam would buy her another. Heaven forbid the blonde be seen in the company of an ill-dressed super model. Becca crawled up the bed and laid on her back with her legs open staring up at Sam who was still completely dressed to the nines, even still wearing heels. Baby, I need you... she pouted.

You need a lot of things, but you ain’t getting them tonight. The blonde quickly straddled and handcuffed the model to the bed, so she was unable to move her arms, and then just as quickly rolled off. I’m going out for a while, and I can’t trust you not to get yourself off.

Sam took her time changing into a pair of black jeans, a dark green button up shirt and black boots. Tying back her hair with piece of leather, she put her ID and some cash in her back pocket. I’ll see you later sweet cheeks. Try and behave. Waving her fingers, the driver walked out of the room, back down to the limo and headed back to the track.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After the not so subtle announcement that the F1 slot was up for grabs between herself and Tatum, Addison had gone back to her trailer to shower and think. After combing all of the knots out of her hair and relaxing for a while, playing Xbox360 on her TV, the NASCAR blocker went out for a bite to eat alone. She rarely spent time with her father or anyone else, so after finishing up a late dinner, she headed back down to the pit. It was now well past quitting time, but she was underneath her car. She believed that she was ultimately responsible for the vehicle; that way no one else could be blamed for her mistakes.

She pushed her weight to the side and reached for a wrench just out of her grasp, finally snagging it with a gloved finger before she pushed the dolly back up under the car with a happy hum. Arnie and the crews were out having a beer with Tatum, who was footing the bill. Her dad was on the phone with her mom in his RV.

Sam stood in the doorway of the garage, listening to the young woman hum and work on her engine. Quietly, she sat down in a nearby chair and waited. Addison intrigued her; reminding her of herself before she took over her father’s business. The blonde would wait until she was noticed.

Thinking it was her dad who had entered the garage, she sighed thankfully for the giant piece of metal above her. Her father was a little too overbearing on his best days, and on his worst...well, he was annoying. Better get this over with; the quicker she promised him she’d go to bed early, the quicker she could sneak back and finish draining the power steering fluid and putting in fresh fluid.

Putting the wrench down on the floor, she put her hands on the frame of the car, and pushed herself out from under it and stopped short. Instead of her father, Addison found herself looking up at Sam Dupree. The shock was evident as her eyes grew wide in surprise. Uh...hi, are you looking for Dana?

Nope...wanted to know if my assumptions were right, and they were. You prefer to do your own work, right? You trust your crew up to a point, but you want it to be your own fault if something fails; not anyone else’s. Sam smiled at the young woman.

Umm yeah. I guess. Addison scratched her chin and stood up slowly, then began to put some of her tools away.

Don’t stop on my account. I’ll hand you tools if ya need ‘em. The blonde smiled before she asked, What is it like when you’re driving?

The younger woman tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, trying to think of a way to explain it as she sat back down on the dolly and opened a bottle of water. It’s the one thing in the world I can control the most. I can’t control my father yelling at me for being a second too slow, I can’t control Tatum winning every race just because I was slammed into the wall on turn four on the last few laps...driving for me is sheer fun. Like it used to be when I was a kid.

You did BMX for a while before you went to NASCAR. Why the switch? Addison’s father had managed one of Sam’s father’s motorcycle parts store so the blonde knew of Addison’s resume.

When you wipe out on a bike, it hurts a hell of a lot more than when you do it in a car. Addison smiled before sliding back up under the car with a pan to drain the oil and power steering fluid.

Looking around, the blonde saw an extra pan nearby, she picked it up and slipped it underneath the car to the driver. Looking down through the engine, she found herself staring into gray eyes. What else do you need?

Addison looked up at Sam with a friendly smile, though in truth she was a bit star struck. The world’s first female Formula 1 driver was in her garage handing her tools. A woman like that could probably buy and sell her ten times over. Could you hand me that wrench by my right tire? And the channel locks?

Smiling, Sam reached down to find the appropriate tools and placed them in Addison’s outstretched hand before looking back through the engine. There ya go. You do realize that if you win, that you’ll need to go training for a bit to get used to driving the cars, don’t you?

I’d hate to have to explain to your investors why I wrecked a nine-million-dollar car. Addison laughed softly before taking the tools from the other driver. It took me a bit to grasp driving one of these, but in the end, it works alright, I think.

You just worry about explaining things to me. I’ll take care of anything else. As for your crew, do you want to take them all or just certain ones? I know that it’s easier to trust someone you’ve worked with for a while other than getting used to someone new. Sam leaned against the car, still peering down through the engine. She liked talking to this young woman; she had a sharp head on her shoulders.

You’re talking like I’ve already won Ms. Dupree. Addison looked up with a blushing smile.

It’s Sam, and yes, I expect you to. The blonde was honest. She was only having the contest to be fair. "Don’t you dare