Friday, early afternoon:
I was finally pulling the ZX off the rack. The turbo was installed, and it was tuned for maximum power. I sighed as I got ready to pull it out of the shop. In the six-months that I had been working here, I had gotten really fond of working on the older American muscle cars. Sure, my car was a tricked-out Mitsubishi, and it was pretty fast, but there was something about the late 60's and early 70's heavy metal that drew me in. I'm pretty sure that my relationship with Gail, otherwise known locally as GTO, had something to do with that. Ever since she humiliated my brother and took me and his now former girlfriend home for a weekend of serious debauchery, I have been working here at her shop. What I studiously avoided was letting my brother know that Kaya was now my quasi girlfriend, and we still occasionally fooled around with Gail and a few of her closer friends. We weren't exclusive to each other, but we were each other's main partner.
I was kind of surprised at first when I found that the majority of the customers were women. She explained that as the women were more comfortable with a shop owned by a woman. There were too many instances of men trying to take advantage of the fact that women typically don't know much about cars and adding all sorts of unnecessary repairs. I knew better. Besides, I knew about Gail's playroom and had no wish to be a guest there for trying to screw over a customer.
As I got ready to pull the car out, I heard the throaty rumble of an older Ford big block. Glancing up, I saw a familiar 1969 Mustang fastback pull up. I backed the car out of the bay as the statuesque brunette got out and sauntered towards the office. Parking the ZX, I saw the brunette in a rather heated discussion with the owner of the Nissan 300ZX that I had just finished. "Oh shit. Not again." I thought as I started to move towards the office, hoping that I could stop my brother from making another massive mistake.
Jimmy:
My brother Danny had just finished installing a turbo on my Nissan 300ZX, and I was there with my girlfriend to pick it up. He was doing this for me as a favor, since he took his car back after I suffered a humiliating loss. Since then, my girlfriend, Kayla, had broken up with me, and both she and Danny had gone to work for the bitch that beat me. I had a feeling that Danny was also fucking Kayla, but he studiously avoided any conversations on the subject. About the time that Danny was pulling my car out, an old mustang pulled up to the shop. The woman that got out was gorgeous. Tall, with long brunette hair, and built like a brick shit-house. She was probably about 5' 6", looked like D cups, trim, athletic, cheerleader type.
"Damn." I heard April whisper in awe.
Seriously. What's with these older women and their old American cars. Now that I had a fast car again, maybe I can reclaim some of the status that I had lost with my friends since my defeat at the hands of my brother's new boss.
"I thought all those old Junkers had been scrapped by now." I said as the older brunette walked up.
She just stood there for a minute looking me over, then glancing over at April. A slight smile formed on her lips as she finally spoke.
"I prefer driving a real car than put around in an underpowered beer can on wheels." She replied in a melodious voice.
"More likely a woman just can't handle a real race car, so you need to stick with the slow older crap." I sneered.
"Look, little boy, if you are gonna talk smack, you better be able to back it up. And you better be ready to make it worth my while. I don't run for free." She laughed.
"What do you say we run for pinks?" I responded.
Her laugh reverberated through the shop. My anger suddenly flared at being the cause of it. I could feel my face redden as she replied. "Seriously? You think that a few crushed beer cans is worth my time? Try again little boy."
Apparently, my anger overrode my common sense. "How about when you lose, I get to fuck your ass!" I yelled.
"Now it's getting interesting." She said. "And after you lose, I get to fuck you in the ass, then have your girlfriend lick my pussy."
"So, you are only putting your ass on the line, but you want both of us? That doesn't seem fair." I parried.
"I don't do guys that have girlfriends unless the girlfriend is involved." She explained.
Something in the back of my mind flashed a warning bell telling me that I had heard that line before.
"You want both of us, you need to throw something else in as well." I heard April say.
Her mouth transformed into a big smile, but her eyes showed a glimmer that indicated a predator had just moved in for the kill. "OK Sweetness. Saturday night at the track. Your boyfriend wins, my girlfriend and I are your sex slaves till 10 o'clock Sunday night. I win, and both of you are our sex slave until the same time."
The alarm bells in the back of my mind started to come forward. This was beginning to sound like a familiar scene. I paused.
"So, will your girlfriend agree, or are you in the habit of betting her ass without her knowing." April sneered.
"Ok, I'm sure she will agree, but I will call her if that will make you feel better."
"Hey babe ... Yeah, I'm here ... So, you up for some fun? ... Some frat boy just challenged me ... Yeah ... Sex slaves until Sunday night ... Yeah, ass too ... That's the one ... OK. See you soon ... Sure, I'll let him know ... By babe." As she hung up het phone. "She is on-board. You wanna Kik it?"
There is a private Kik group that you have to be invited to join. All the serious racers are in it. We use it to post challenges and terms, so everyone knows about them. This pretty much eliminates welshing. After all, if someone were to welsh on losing a race, everyone would know, and that person would be blackballed unless they made up for it. No one races someone that doesn't follow through with their bet. The membership is tightly controlled, since this is technically illegal. Also, some of the terms can be a bit embarrassing. A race isn't official until someone posts it and the terms, and the other racer posts their acceptance. I posted, and she accepted just as Danny walked up.
"Hi Danny. I came over to deliver this to you, and Kayla asked if you would take her to the races with you." The brunette addressed to my brother. Then, looking directly in my eyes, she added, "Gail and I had something suddenly come up."
An ice ball formed in the pit of my stomach at that.
"Sure Mandy." Danny replied. "Tell Kayla that I'll pick her up at about 8."