The first portion of this story was previously published as part of Total Woman Trainers Ch. 06. I have republished it here with some changes and continued into an expanded story. Please vote, comment, and enjoy.
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** Danika Dandridge 01
"TYQ, Indianapolis Executive Airport Control, this is TWA 001, requesting a vector for landing."
"TWA 001, proceed to the outer marker for Runway 36, winds from the north at 15 MPH. Welcome to America's Racing City, honey."
Krystal smiled at the banter and keyed the jet's intercom.
"Five minutes to touchdown, sir. Please buckle in."
Ned had been napping and his seatbelt was loosely fastened around his waist. He pulled it tighter for the landing. He was starting to get a bit fatigued from the back-to-back Evaluation Assessments. He closed his eyes again and felt the jet land, taxi, and stop. He unbuckled and roused himself to face another rendezvous.
She shut down the engines, trotted down the foldout stairs first, and gave directions to the ground crew to have the jet fueled and ready for takeoff tomorrow.
One maintenance man asked what she would be doing between now and then; he was a handsome young man, even in his service overalls.
"Down at the Race Track."
"I can show you more of the City than that. How about it?"
"I can't. Work. Maybe next trip."
"I'll be here. Let me know."
Krystal escorted drowsy Ned to the black town car and he nodded off again as she wheeled the car from the airport, down US 421 and I-465/74 towards the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
Their flight path had backtracked into flyover country, the Heartland, home to the material world of American commerce and industry and the sacrosanct power sports playgrounds that showcased and perfected the world leading motor technologies.
They drove to a NASCAR training facility while Ned reviewed his mission statement. It revealed some background descriptions of the candidate and the usual gallery of suspects supporting the anonymous scholarship.
Danika grew up in a middle-class home, surrounded by frugal luxuries in a comfortable lifestyle. Her father was a successful investor and holder of several valuable patents, spending his time as a board member for a few manufacturing conglomerates.
Indianapolis was motor racing central and Danni absorbed the competitive excitement of the local culture. Approached by TWA Recruitment, she was wooed to compete for a scholarship and passed her initial vetting. She was vaguely briefed on the curriculum and enrollment prerequisites, including today's evaluation assessment by an Academy representative.
The meet and greet occurred at her afternoon practice session for the upcoming pit crew competition. Ned took a spectator's seat and watched the repetitive timed exercises.
Danni was part of a 10 person tryout roster which had to be whittled down to a core pit crew of five with two alternates. Those were the top spots, the make-it-or-break-it core of the team. Seven other teammates would round out the field support crew to a total of twelve, with the important IT and utility roles working behind the scenes. A winning four-tire change and full fuel loading should take less than 15 seconds.
Ned watched the five athletic females struggle through the drills, each hoping not to be cut and their slot filled by an eager aspirant waiting in the wings. The gruff coach harshly bull-horned their failures at the slow turnarounds.
"Damn it! 18 seconds. Not good enough! Rack 'em up, toe the line and try again. Ready? GOI!"
Again and again, they sprinted and worked under the hot spring sun beating down on the asphalt practice apron. They drove their time down to 16 seconds before exhaustion set in and they faltered back up to 17 seconds. The pit crew training coach called an end to the practice session. They had given their all, for now.
Krystal pointed out Danni to Ned. He wouldn't have been able to pick her out himself. All the girls were trim and athletic, wearing dungaree style overalls, leather work boots, and do-rags today, reserving the bright red leather logo speckled sets for the later dress rehearsals, race fan pre-shows, and the actual competitions.
The competitors were smeared with grease, grime, and sweat. Danni unzipped the front of her overalls to cool her exerted body, exposing her packed sports bra and mounded cleavage.
Ned saw other gals in the crew who he might have picked for his no-compete scholarship recommendations. The four annual Scholarships from the General Fund were part of his perks as the Coach Tutor Emeritus. He asked Krystal to catch their names for later consideration. He thought them good looking and believed they would prove to be delightfully energetic, perfect qualities for a potential TWA coed.
Krystal caught up with Danni and introduced herself as the Evaluation Assessment Coordinator. Danni was tired but friendly.
The pilot-chauffer led Danni to the town car and handed over a small valise. She walked with Danni to the locker room. Along the way, Krystal shared tips and tricks for her dress and etiquette, and other successful interviewing advice for this evening's crucial rendezvous with Ned. Inside, she casually got the names of the other girls for Ned's later scholarship consideration.
In the early evening, the TWA Evaluation Assessment team arrived at Danni's suburban residence. Ned let his buxom uniformed chauffer open his door and strode up the entrance walk in black slacks and spandex tee-shirt until he was warmly welcomed at the open door by her watching parents.
He greeted the smiling pair. They commented on his classy appearance, proud that the handsome cultured stranger displayed respect for their daughter's collegiate potential.
He assured them Danni certainly showed strong potential and hoped to discover more of her qualities this evening. He deflected their curiosity about the interview specifics.
The mother was noticeably subdued in spirit, a bit concerned about Danni's tomboy attitude. This debonair man would expect to meet a cultured young lady. She hoped Danni had paid attention when she admonished her not to wear blue jeans or a crappy shirt, as she did at the track. This was a serious interview and she must make an appealing first impression.
Footfalls clicked in the upstairs hallway and all eyes turned to the staircase. Danni's feet appeared at the top of the stairs. She stepped down the trends; first, the strappy heels came into view, then her lithe toned legs, the short dress, and then the rest of her interview costume revealed itself as she descended the steps.
She had transformed her style from grit to glamor with a slinky bodycon party dress, low cut, high hemmed with strategic skin-baring gaps showing abundant cleavage and side waist cutouts. Her dark blond hair was coiffed with thick loose tendrils tickling her neck. Her makeup was perfect, accessorized by gold hoop earrings and matched woven chain wrist bracelets. A small ankle bracelet graced her left leg.
She smiled timidly, crinkling her hazel eyes, felt her braless breasts jiggle seductively in the sexy dress as she made the last hard step on the first-floor entrance hall. She hoped Krystal's fashion freebies and astute advice were setting the right tone.
Ned's eyebrow popped at first sight and his face assumed an irrepressible smug smile that showed he approved of her bid for an appealing first impression. Krystal must have been very believable when advising Danni at the track.
Her mother stuttered her protests at Danni's choice of risqué attire for a college enrollment interview. She had demanded 'no blue jeans' but this outfit was way over the top for an aspiring student's first impression.
