It was the Sunday before qualifying for the Daytona 500. Danica Patrick, her car owners Tony Stewart and Gene Haas, along with the Daytona Beach Chamber of Commerce president Chuck Hayes, were gathered in a small conference room across the hall from the Chamber's small auditorium. Danica, Tony, and Gene were all there to give speeches to the Chamber's members, and then do a short autograph session afterwards.
"You should see the crowd out there! It's a packed house!" Chuck said excitedly. "Our membership doubled when it was announced you all were going to be here!"
"That's great! We're glad to be here, aren't we guys?" Tony replied.
"Goddamn right we are!" said Gene.
"Yeah. Sure. Totally," Danica said sarcastically. There was one thing she was happy about. Unlike the day before, when her sponsor made her wear a bikini for her appearance, she was dressed in her driver suit for today's appearance. Granted, it was a little tight through the chest. They hadn't taken her new C-cup breasts into account; it was built for her previous A-cups. But she could live with it.
"I guess I'll go out and introduce you all if you're ready," Chuck said.
Tony nodded. "Sure, go ahead. Just stall for a couple of minutes, will you?"
Chuck pointed at him. "You got it!" Then he exited out the door.
Tony and Gene turned to Danica.
Tony waved at her. "Okay, unzip the suit."
This caught Danica completely off guard. "What?!"
"Come on, just do it." Danica gritted her teeth and did as requested. Once the zipper on the front of her suit got down to her crotch, Tony turned to Gene. "I knew it!"
Danica glanced at the two men. "Knew what?"
Gene pointed. "The goddamn bra and panties!"
Danica looked down at her open suit. "Yeah. And?"
"Look, your contract specifically says you can only wear clothing we provide to these appearances," Tony said matter-of-factly. "Did we give you any underwear when we gave you that suit?"
"Well, no, but..." Danica stuttered.
"No buts! Lose it!" Gene demanded.
"Are you serious?" The two men stared at her. "Jesus. Fine. Where's a bathroom so I can change?"
"There's no time for that. Just do it here," Tony said flatly.
"Here?! With you two perverts here? Are you fucking kidding me?!"
Tony grinned. "Why? Because we've never seen you bent over with two cocks buried in you before?"
He had a point. "Fine," she growled. She slipped out of the one piece uniform and quickly removed the under garments. The two men couldn't help but get hard ons at the sight. She tossed the lacy garments to the side, slipped her uniform back on, zipped up, and wrapped the collar around her neck until the Velcro stuck. She held her arms out. "Happy now?"
Tony held a finger up. "Almost." He stepped to Danica and paused. They stared into each other's eyes. He opened her collar back up, grabbed the zipper of her suit, and zipped it open just past her tits, revealing every bit of cleavage she had. "There, that's better."
Gene clapped his hands. "Damn straight it is!"
Danica looked down at her exposed skin. "Seriously?"
Through the door they could hear, "Now, let's give a big welcome to our guest speakers, Tony Stewart, Gene Haas, and Danica Patrick!"
Tony smiled at Danica. "That's our queue."
The trio stepped onto the stage to thunderous applause. Danica felt like every set of eyes were staring at her with lust. She wasn't wrong.
Tony took the microphone from Chuck. "Thanks, Chuck. Thank you, everyone, for that warm welcome." He went on to do a short synopsis of who they were and why they were there. "But you all don't want to listen to Gene and myself. So, everybody, I'm very proud to introduce you to our newest driver, the one, the only Danica Patrick." Once again, the room exploded with applause as Tony handed the microphone to her. Tony and Gene left the stage and joined Chuck in the front row.
Danica proceeded to pace along the front of the stage, ignoring the podium in the center, telling the crowd her life story. She quickly forgot about her exposed flesh. She spoke about how she started in go karts. How she felt as if she always had to win twice as many races to get the same amount of attention as the boys she competed against, then the men. She described her struggles. Competing in a male-dominated sport, fighting to prove her small frame would be able to handle the rigors of the sport. And how she persevered, always believing in herself, and how she got to where she was today.
After 20 minutes, she finally stopped in the middle of the stage and stared into the audience.
"My father told me I could be anything I wanted to be if I set my mind to it and believed in myself. I'm here to tell you, no matter how big or small your business is, if you set your mind to it, and believe in yourself, you
can
be successful. You
can
do it!"
Once again, the crowd erupted into applause. Danica smiled and acknowledged their applause. Tony walked up the three stairs to the stage, walked to Danica, and slapped her on the back. Danica handed him the microphone and took a step to the side.
Tony smiled out to the crowd. "Isn't she great? How about another round of applause!" After another round of applause, Tony finally said, "Hey, listen, before you listen to us old, boring guys, why doesn't everybody get up and stretch their legs? How about we take a 10 minute break? Go on out to the lobby. We've got snacks, drinks, even some souvenirs for you out there. Help yourselves!"
While the small crowd filed out to the lobby, Gene joined Tony on the stage. Tony walked behind the podium and snapped the microphone into the flexible holder, then stepped back and nodded at the podium.
"Come on, Danica, get in," Tony whispered while waving at the podium.
"Do what?" Danica asked.
"Come on, get in!"
Danica hesitantly stepped around to the back of the podium. The interior of the large wooden structure looked like a box with three sides. The fourth side -- the side facing the speaker at the podium -- had a dark curtain covering it. "Get in...there?!"
Tony nodded. "Yes! Come on, get in!" He held back the curtain.
