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Apex Ch 08

Apex Ch 08

by ultimatesin
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A/N - Hello. This is the eighth chapter in this series. The first and only for this category. I've had this series switching from category to category and always planned for a chapter to appear here.

This chapter is somewhat influenced by my late grandfather. He was a massive Nigel Mansell fan, and in the 1980s and early 1990s, trying to watch a primarily European-based Formula One championship wasn't easy in Australia. He'd either stay up and watch the race live late into the evening or more often than not, he'd have to record it on a VHS tape. He seemed to know that 1992 would be Mansell's year as he recorded every race from that season and kept all the VHS tapes until his death.

That being the case, there are a couple of incidents in this chapter very much influenced by the career of Nigel Mansell. He wasn't the most talented of drivers, but by God, he had massive balls and a never-say-die attitude. I'm old enough to have watched Mansell race and can certainly respect his record. And despite his reputation as a moaner and right bastard at times, he's definitely mellowed with age. Seeing him at the Goodwood Festival of Speed in recent years, the British crowd still adore him and seeing Nigel choked up at the love he's still shown is no longer a surprise.

Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of reading the following: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, and bad grammar at times.

Proofreading and editing suggestions provided by OhDave1. Any mistakes are still mine.

Comments are appreciated as always.

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Can he now challenge for the championship?

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It wasn't unusual for me to visit the factory at least once a week even during the off-season. The team was still working hard during the off-season to get the cars built and prepared for testing when it began in February. The mechanics and those who worked for the team liked it when the drivers would come and visit. I knew all of them by name, and they appreciated the fact that I'd just walk around, talk to them, ask plenty of questions, and get their viewpoint and opinions about certain matters.

Giancarlo has summoned me to the factory this time and hadn't told me why. I was greeted as always with a handshake as I knew my relationship with Giancarlo was now very close. I knew he still considered Pierluigi a close and personal friend, the pair still speaking on the phone a couple of times a week, and Pierluigi would still visit the factory somewhat regularly.

After Maria walked in with an espresso for each of us, giving me that usual smile she always had whenever we met up, she left the door open as we were joined a couple of minutes later by the Marketing Director, basically the man in charge of securing sponsorship for the team. That had me raising my eyebrows as I was wondering who the team had secured.

After the usual small talk about what I was doing during the off-season, Giancarlo was always interested to hear about my training regime and what I did to keep myself sharp, Massimo cleared his throat and I turned my eyes towards him.

"As you're well aware, Marco, Formula One is an expensive sport and even teams like us are hoping to secure major sponsors to help bankroll our operations. Martini & Rosso are very happy with us and will continue to be our major sponsor for at least the next five years. Of course, there are provisos and clauses in the contract regarding our performance, but basically, the better we do, the more money they will give us. They loved seeing you on the top step twice last season, and hope that form will continue into this season."

"But while they are providing plenty of financial support, we need even more to really help us leap towards the front," Giancarlo added, "I don't want to have tobacco sponsors on my car. Purely a personal thing, but I've never had a major tobacco company plastered all over my cars. But while Martini & Rosso have proven to be fantastic partners, we're always looking for more."

"We've generally stuck to gaining sponsorship from European companies, but our growing exposure recently has led to interest from companies outside Europe," Massimo continued, "And given the popularity of Formula One in Japan, it is no surprise that Japanese companies are now looking at avenues of sponsorship. Although many companies would prefer to align with Honda and Williams, there are companies who simply want to see their names on the rear wings or side-pods of a car leading the race."

"I'm guessing a company is interested in sponsoring us then?" I asked, "But I've heard rumours that many sponsors want to see a driver from their country. I heard more than one rumour that Williams were already under pressure to dump Rosberg and have a Japanese driver next to Ayrton."

Giancarlo shook his head. "Just rumours, Marco. And Frank (Williams) would never agree to it anyway. He'd rather dump Honda than be told who would drive one of his cars. Senna will stay at Williams as long as Honda is there. As for Rosberg, he's probably got a couple more seasons at most anyway."

"More Japanese companies are showing an interest in sponsoring teams in Formula One, Marco, and I've been in deep discussions with a large electronics manufacturer for the past six months. I'm flying out to Japan in two weeks to seal the deal and I would like you to come with me. There's a good chance of photo opportunities, and I have no doubt they'll eventually be wanting your face on advertisements and perhaps even in commercials," Massimo explained.

"The company is Panasonic, Marco," Giancarlo continued, "Martini & Rosso will continue to appear on our rear wing and the engine covering. When Panasonic sign the deal, their name will appear prominently on our side-pods and front wings."

"Martini & Rosso will also continue to be our title sponsor," Massimo added, "However, Panasonic will feature prominently in the motorhome and also in our pit area. We made them aware of our long-standing relationship with Martini & Rosso, and given they are completely different companies, we believe that they will be happy with the terms. What will make them happiest will be seeing their name featured when you cross the line to win races."

"Two weeks? If you want or need me to go, I'll be happy to join you. I love Japan though I've rarely had more than a day or two to explore before I'm at Suzuka."

That response led to smiles and Massimo assured me that he'd organise all the travel and accommodation arrangements, telling me that although the contract was ready to go, he expected one or two last-minute twists and possible amendments. Giancarlo would be kept up to date while we were away, and in the end, we'd probably be in Japan for around a week. Massimo added that they'd likely want me to do a couple of photo shoots as soon as the ink was dry.

After having a good chat with a few of the guys on the shop floor, busy getting the new cars built and prepared for testing, I returned home and immediately let Sophia and Anja know what would be happening. Sophia wouldn't be able to come given she was working and would be using most of her available holidays to come with me to various races, while Anja admitted to no real interest in coming to Japan. Massimo wouldn't have minded me bringing either or both of them.

"While you're away, you can have some fun," Anja said at dinner together that evening. Sophia giggled, glancing her way to see her smiling at me. "And you know that me and Sophia won't have a problem with that."

"Better than just your hand, right?" Sophia asked before she laughed to herself.

"I'll only be gone for a week or so..."

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"Oh please!" Anja exclaimed, "I've been to Suzuka with you, Mark. The young Japanese women all loved you, and when you would stop to sign autographs or take photos, I didn't miss the eyes. They would love to be in my or Sophia's position."

"Always thought the Japanese were somewhat conservative about things like that," I admitted, "I mean, you read about their birth rate and everything." I paused a moment and chuckled to myself. "Always left thinking that they had just no interest in sex."

Anja looked at Sophia. "Reckon he'll get laid while he's over there?"

"I hope he does and then tells me all about it when he gets home," Sophia replied, feeling my eyes widen slightly at the tone. I knew she had a streak in her, but whenever she was at her apartment, she loved to speak to me or Anja whenever we finished having sex...

"You seriously don't mind if I hook up while I'm there?" I asked them both.

Anja smiled at me. "I hope you do. I've told you more than once that you must enjoy your life while young and before you marry Sophia."

"Anja!" Sophia exclaimed, noticing her blushing rather brightly.

"Girl, you totally want to marry him and finally have that big dick of his in your pussy rather than your arse. You know it. I know it. And he knows it. But I understand not wanting to marry yet. You're both still quite young, and it's obvious you've got a little something in you about the fact you love to hear him fucking other women."

Sophia lowered her eyes before smirking. "And I kind of like threesomes nowadays," she whispered, "I always thought I wouldn't like fooling around with a girl in bed if I was with a man. I've been proven wrong."

"So you'll keep each other company while I'm gone?" I asked, immediately feeling a little aroused by the thought.

Sophia blushed even brighter. Anja's eyes spoke volumes before she replied. "Next time we invite my friends, Marco, we're all going to get a taste of her sweet little pussy. And one day, she might even just give up on her last ideal and finally have you inside her properly..."

Sophia immediately met my eyes and the hunger in them even caught me by surprise. I knew she was having second thoughts simply because she was adamant that we would remain together no matter what. It would only be if or when we married that our life together would change.

Two weeks later, I was with Massimo in Business Class on a flight out of Rome to Narita Airport outside of Tokyo. We discussed business for the first couple of hours before we settled back and relaxed. Massimo enjoyed a couple of drinks though I remained teetotal as I knew drinking while flying wasn't a great idea. Massimo was sober when we landed in Tokyo, and I was pleased that we were greeted by a couple of people upon arriving. The gentleman was probably around the same age as Massimo, late forties or so, but the woman alongside him was definitely closer to my age.

And her English was excellent after chatting with her for all of two minutes, not missing the hint of an accent that suggested perhaps learning it elsewhere.

"I studied in America after I completed my schooling here," Aiko explained as we made our way out of the airport, "Mister Watanabe can speak reasonable English, but one of the main reasons for me being hired was my use of fluent English. Mister Watanabe takes care of any foreign relations."

There were two cars and drivers. Massimo travelled with Mister Watanabe, I travelled with Aiko. Once we were settled in the back of the car, I couldn't help glancing at Aiko next to me more than once. She didn't miss my roving eyes and smiled at me.

"Enjoyable flight?"

"As enjoyable as any flight can be."

"I'm guessing that you are used to all the travel?"

"I am. Flying east to Japan isn't so bad. The flights from Europe to South America are longer and very draining. But it's worth it simply because the fans there are fantastic." I paused and met her eyes. "Perhaps not as fanatical as those I occasionally meet around Suzuka though."

She giggled, an immediately adorable sound. "I'm one of those fanatics," she confessed, "I haven't missed a race in ten years."

"Who is your favourite driver?"

"Would you be upset if I said it wasn't you?"

That question had me laughing and Aiko giggling again. "Trust me, I know that people have favourites other than me. I get a lot of support in Australia. Brazilians go for Senna. Swedes cheer for Peterson. The Brits have a few drivers to support. So do the French, to be honest. Without a Japanese driver, I'm guessing that a lot of people would support those who drive the Williams-Honda?"

She nodded. "Many of us support Senna as he raced for McLaren-Honda and now races for Williams-Honda. But there are those who support particular drivers. Lots of Japanese respect Gilles Villeneuve for his banzai approach."

"Any support for Minardi?"

"A little, I guess. Once we have this deal signed and our company name appears on your cars, the support might increase."

"And I'm guessing we'll start receiving Japanese guests at some races."

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"I think we'll be flying in for the big events such as the Monaco Grand Prix. And we'll definitely have a considerable presence later this year for the Japanese Grand Prix. I know there are already plans to have your face all over the place."

"Fantastic," I deadpanned, which made her giggle again, "What about Luca?"

"We'll fly into Europe to perhaps do one or two things with him. But given you're a race winner and lead driver for the team, I know that the marketing people would prefer you."

Our hotel was a short distance from their headquarters, Aiko explained that we'd be given a full day to get over any jet-lag before Massimo would complete negotiations. Aiko would be my minder while Massimo was busy with the negotiations. Massimo met me for dinner after we'd dumped our things in our rooms, discussing the itinerary for our stay. He expected to be in meetings for a few more days. I knew little about any real negotiations except that I figured lawyers would be involved. When I asked, he chuckled and said that we were using local, experienced lawyers.

"Mostly to avoid communication issues when it comes to the language," he added, "Though we do have a lawyer that we used back in Italy arriving tomorrow. He would have preferred to communicate from Italy, but even Giancarlo suggested that showing his face here would be preferable."

Massimo was up early the next morning. I woke up early to use the gym facilities before joining him for breakfast, no real surprise that Aiko was already there waiting for me. Massimo was away rather quickly, leaving me to finish breakfast with Aiko. Thankfully, she didn't just sit there and watch me eat, making sure she had something at the same time.

For the first three days, I would say that Aiko was friendly but professional as she led me around Tokyo. The best thing was that she spoke fluent English so at least we were not travelling around in silence. I'd never really eaten much Japanese food before, but Aiko made sure that I enjoyed some tasty street food, and each evening was spent at a restaurant serving local dishes.

It took three days for us both to open up about our personal lives. I wasn't particularly surprised to learn that she was an only child. A father who worked too much. A mother that returned to work as soon as she was at school. Endless pressure while she was at school. She'd applied to study overseas in secret and had been surprised to be accepted. She had learned English while at school though her language skills increased while outside of Japan as she made sure to spend all her time with locals.

As pretty as she was, it was a surprise to learn that she was single. "There's a lot of single men though most of them are males regarding biology, but not men, if you know what I mean," she explained as we enjoyed a drink during our third night together, "Plenty of males around who work hard, drink harder, and then show absolutely no interest in girls at all."

"I've read a few articles about what's happening in Japanese society," I replied, "And the birth rate is almost shockingly low with a rapidly aging population."

"What about your life, Mark?"

"Hmmm. I'm not sure how much I should explain. Your opinion of me might suddenly diminish."

She gave me a look and giggled again. "Are you enjoying your life?"

"Yes," I replied simply, "I drive fast cars and enjoy time with a couple of beautiful women. Sophia is back home in Italy as she remained there, not able to get time off from work. Anja headed off to Sweden to spend time with her family." I met her eyes again before adding, "Anja also told me to enjoy my time in Japan."

Aiko immediately started to blush as she sipped at her drink. "I hope you are enjoying your time here," she finally said.

"I've been here a few times, but I've never really had much time to really look around as I'm always focused on the race."

Massimo called me down for breakfast on the morning of our fifth day. Everything was ready to be signed, but there was one last little speed bump. Aiko had arrived for breakfast as she'd done the previous two nights, Massimo makings sure that she was present as they both explained what would be going on.

"For the next two days, you'll be with Aiko as Panasonic would like to get a couple of things started up regarding their marketing with you involved. Nothing will be used until the deal is signed. Although the company is confident of our success, they want to come out to our second test at Estoril. They want to make sure that we will be competitive heading into the new season. And they'll know if we're pulling a fast one by having you head out with low fuel and sticky tyres."

"Will Aiko be coming?"

"Yes," she replied, "Although Mister Watanabe does have a good grasp of English, he prefers me to translate for him to prevent any miscommunication. There is also an element of embarrassment, the fact his English is not fluent like mine."

"Surprised you were not in the meetings," I replied.

"The company has many translators. Mister Watanabe... He knew that you would appreciate my company."

I looked at Massimo who looked ready to burst into laughter. "I've never been shy about my life. Giancarlo is more than aware."

"He doesn't care anyway," Massimo assured me, "As long as you don't bring embarrassment by appearing on the front pages of Italian newspapers."

"The same would go here," Aiko added, "Though I'm sure that you'd do nothing like that."

By the time we flew back to Italy, I had Aiko's phone number and we had certainly grown closer during our week together. I don't think either of us thought anything would come of it though she admitted to excitement about coming to see me in Portugal in a couple of weeks.

I knew within ten laps of my first test with the new car that Minardi was going to have one hell of a season. Maybe not a championship-winning season, but there was no doubt that we would be regularly in the points and even potentially on the podium quite often. Our new friends at Panasonic were certainly impressed as a press release was sent to all the networks and newspapers at the end of the first day to announce our new partnership.

Mister Watanabe, Aiko and a couple of others remained in Portugal for the duration of the test. I topped the timesheets at the end of day two while my teammate did the same thing for day three. The sheer joy on his face at the end of that day had most of us laughing. You'd have thought that he'd won a grand prix, but I knew that he was also worried about heading into his second season. There was now pressure on the shoulders of young Luca Badoer. With a competitive car in his hands, he would be expected to be much closer to me this season.

The most amusing part of the test for me was when Aiko met Anja and Sophia, both flying out to join me in Portugal for a weekend. The trio got on well within five minutes of meeting each other, and Anja was in my ear even quicker about the fact Aiko was obviously interested in me. I played it cool as the latter part of my time in Japan had been spent flirting back and forth with Aiko, and we'd spent the entire time apart messaging each other daily. Anja and Sophia were both aware and, to my bemusement, encouraged it.

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