With a solid sponsor in her back pocket, and the taste of cum still in her mouth, Danica headed off to Charlotte, North Carolina -- the center of the NASCAR universe -- looking for a ride.
Piece of cake!
she thought to herself.
The problem with her plan was the timing. The NASCAR "silly season" was over. Drivers had already switched teams. Teams had their drivers. No cars were available. A couple of lower tier teams that consistently ran in the back showed some interest. But Danica wanted a top flight team where she would have the opportunity to run up front and have a chance to win races.
Then SHR called. SHR was short for Stewart Haas Racing. SHR had come out of the ashes of what was once Newman Haas Racing, a once respectable team that had fallen on hard times. NASCAR and IndyCar champion and legend saved them and almost immediately turned the organization around.
Tony was familiar with Danica from his IndyCar days and heard she was looking for a ride. Tony saw dollar signs in both the sponsorship dollars as well as the marketing value of having a female driver. He had the equipment Danica was looking for. She was about to find out just how much equipment he had to offer.
*****
The secretary escorted Danica into Tony's office at his state-of-the-art race shop, where he sat with co-owner Gene Haas. Danica was dressed to the 9s. A tight white blouse was under a tailored dark blue pin stripe blazer with a matching short skirt, showing off plenty of her toned, tanned legs that fell into black stilettos. They shook hands and took seats in the overly stuffed furniture.
Tony started off. "So, Danica, word around town is you want to run with the big boys."
Danica laughed. "That's right! I think it's time shake up your little boys club." The three laughed.
After some discussion about what each party was looking for, the discussion finally got down to business.
Tony leaned forward. "Listen, Danica, we just don't have a Nextel cup seat open at the moment." Danica's heart sank. "What we do have is Nationwide car sitting out there we could dust off and get ready for you." The Nationwide series was the junior circuit to the top level Nextel series. Sort of the way a minor league system works in baseball. "We hadn't planned on running it. But, if you're interested, we can talk about that."
"Come on, Tony. You know I deserve a chance to run top level!"
"I understand. But hell, Danica, even I ran Nationwide when I started!" Danica knew he had just made an excellent point. "Listen, run the Nationwide series for a year. You do good, and you decide you like it, we can talk about bringing you up."
Danica thought about it. "Yeah, that sounds fair."
Tony and Gene looked at each with wide grins and clapped. "Great!" Tony said with excitement. They began to talk about the finer details of what would go into a contract -- salary, percentage of purses, etc. "So, Danica, we've seen your sponsors personal contract they have with you," Tony said.
Danica got a knot in her stomach. "Oh? Yeah, well, just the standard boiler plate crap. Pretty boring, right?"
"Well, there were a couple of clauses in there we need to address."
The knot grew bigger. "Oh yeah? Like, um, what exactly?"
"Well, there's a dress code in there. Something about you wearing only clothing of their choosing. Of course, we want you wearing our stuff, too. So we'd have to work that out."
"Oh! Of course. I'm sure they would understand that."
"And since there's already a precedent, anything you wear of ours would be of our choosing. Would you have a problem with that?"
"No! Absolutely not. I'd be happy to do it."
"And there's something about breast enhancement in there. What's that all about?"
She gulped hard. "Yeah, well, they felt like...like..." She took a deep breath. "Okay, they wanted to project a sexy image. They said my boobs weren't big enough and since NASCAR viewers are male dominate, their theory is men like boobs, so..."
"They got that damn straight!" Gene said with a chuckle.
"So, are you doing to do it?" Tony asked sincerely.
"Well, it's in the contract, so yeah."
"There was something in there about appearances at each race, corporate events, commercials, blah blah blah. Of course, we would want you making appearances on our behalf, too. And we plan on pushing NASCAR to make you a center piece for their advertising. Would you have a problem with that? It would keep you pretty busy."
"Absolutely not! The busier the better!" Danica said with excitement.
Tony paused. "There was also a clause in there something about 'orally pleasuring to their satisfaction' a board member at each event. What's that all about?"
Danica's heart stopped.
Shit!
Her mind raced. "Oh...that. Well, you know, it, uh, they..."
"'Cause 'round these parts 'orally pleasing' a man means a fuckin' blow job!" Gene chimed in.
Danica's face blushed. "Oh...yeah...right...well, uh...you know..."
Tony smiled. "Listen, Danica, I spoke with Bob Parsons." She froze.
Fuck!
Tony's eyes took a wicked glint. "He told me all about the board meeting.
All
about it." She gasped.
Gene waved a hand at her. "So, go on, what're waitin' fer? Go on ahead an' get outta them clothes, girlie!"
"Oh for God's sake," she muttered. She rose from her seat and, just as she had done a few days ago, peeled off her jacket and laid it on the arm of her chair. As she began to unbutton her blouse, that familiar heat began to rise in her body.
Does this seriously turn me on?!
She untucked the shirt from her skirt and pulled it off her shoulders.
Before she had the shirt off, Gene turned to Tony. "Lookee there, she ain't wearin' no bra! She couldn't wait to show us those titties!" He turned back to Danica and pointed. "You're gonna get those titties fixed, right?"
Her eyes turned to slits. "If you mean 'fixed' as in 'enlarged', yes, I'm going to get them enhanced," she hissed as she laid the shirt on top of the jacket.
As she lowered the zipper of her skirt, her body temperature rose. The further down her legs it slid, the hotter her body got. She stood there before the two men, hands on hips, with the skirt gathered around her ankles wearing nothing but a black thong and high heels. The men had their equipment out of their pants and in their hands.
"Well? Whatcha waitin' fer? Get them panties off!" The tiny piece of lace slid down her legs until she caught it with a toe and flipped it at Gene.
Her hands went back to her hips. "Happy now?" she asked with a crooked smile. She watched the men stroke themselves and licked her lips without even realizing it.
"Hot damn, would ya look at that?! A shaved coochie! I thought only them Hollywood types and hookers did that! Hot damn!"
Tony nodded. "I like the little landing strip," he teased, talking about the strip of dark hair above her swollen, glistening lips. "Now why don't you show us what other skills you have?"
"Mmmmmmm, with pleasure," she purred.
She took the few short steps to the men seated next to each other in their own chairs. She watched the men's faces as she slowly dropped to her knees, then slid her hands up their thighs. Tony didn't budge when her hand replaced his. He just looked at her with his famous, mischievous grin. Gene grunted when she did the same with him.
Tony had an impressive member while Gene had a short, pudgy one. Her tiny hands made both look larger than they actually were.
She ran her hands up and down their already throbbing rods. "How does that feel? Does that feel good, hmmm?" she whirred.
"I can tell you've driven a stick before," Tony wisecracked.
