Fast Lane

by Jennis Slaughter

  As they walked into the pit, James was berating his daughter. “Addison...would you like to explain to me why you changed into ANOTHER jumpsuit when the one you had on was perfectly fine?”

  “It was uncomfor...” Addison was cut off by her father’s snarl.

  “Enough excuses. We’ll talk in a minute, but I’m disappointed.”

  Tatum chuckled as soon as it was obvious McCloud was having her ass chewed out by the social climbing idiot that was her father. He knew that the only way her father saw her was as a cash cow, the end of the line. He turned to size up Addison like he always did. Word on the track was that she didn’t date; something about distractions from work. “Hey McCloud, quit tryin’ to make me look bad...you did okay.” He left out the words he knew she was thinking: ‘For a chick.’

  Addison didn’t turn to face Tatum. She began to unzip her jumpsuit, trying to cool off. Her father shook his head with his hands on his hips and turned to face the coming duo.

  “Hey Carl...how are things going?” Sam walked over to one of the owners to shake his hand. He had been an acquaintance of her father’s, and that man had always drilled into her to be polite to your friends, because you never knew when you would need them.

  Addison’s father walked away from Addison to talk to Dana about their strategy for tomorrow.

  The female NASCAR driver shrugged out of her outfit, pulled it down halfway and tied the arms around her waist. She was wearing a somewhat see-through black shirt that was short sleeved and snug, sports rated to let her body breathe with the jumpsuit.

  Carl reached out, taking Samantha Dupree’s hand in a short handshake before grabbing his partner. “John, this was the woman I was telling you about. Samantha, well Sam Dupree, if you wanna keep your head. She’s an animal on the track.”

  “I see that you never got the cut covered up Carl. Daddy never quite forgave me for slugging you when you insisted on calling me Samantha. We both learned something that day...I found out that you have one hell of a hard head.” The blonde chuckled as she reminisced.

  “And you have one hell of a right cross Sam.” Carl laughed as John shook hands with Sam as well. “So what brings you down here to Daytona? Surely F1 racing’s got you pretty busy. I hear the Italians are always running things, and the Germans are the worst. I don’t know how you can stand those idiot Europeans.”

  “I’m looking to add to my stable and I had heard that you had a driver that had a lot of potential, and I came to check things out. I think I can make a deal with you that will be beneficial for the both of us.” Sam left out the name to see who would bite first.

  John spoke up. “If you can get Dana out of the club and in bed before dawn, he’s a hell driver, but he’s got a woman problem. Loves the ladies a little too much.”

  “Actually I was thinking about McCloud. I saw her trial and I think that she’s got the talent.” Sam nodded towards the young woman, barely noticing the muscular back and ass that was bent over her car.

  Both Carl and John turned to look at Addison. “The kid?” Carl didn’t laugh, but he did smile proudly. “I dug her out of Houston about two years back, put her through NASCAR school the hard way. I know you’ve seen her credentials, but get past the naive kid part, and she’s got an eye like a hawk behind the wheel.”

  “I saw that, but I do want to see her in action, but in real action...not blocking for Tatum. I know he thinks that he’s in line, but I want to see what the kid can do. Will that be alright with you guys? I’ll compensate you for the effort.” The blonde sat down in a nearby chair and stretched out her legs. This was easier than she thought.

  “What’re you proposing?” Carl smiled back at the young F1 driver. She’d grown up in front of his eyes. Her father would have been proud.

  By now, Tatum was back for his time with his bosses and Sam Dupree. There was no way he was letting his golden ticket out of his grasp, he was getting that spot on the Dupree racing team. And if he got Sam too, even bigger bonus. Addison would have made a nice cherry on top, but you can’t win them all. He came over to stand next to Carl and John with James McCloud behind him.

  Addison looked up and saw her dad motion her over in a covert manner, so she excused herself from the preparations of her car for the next day’s real race. The shy young copper-headed girl didn’t really want to be around all these powerful people. She didn’t know what to say to any of them other than hello.

  Sam watched as the senior McCloud motioned to his daughter to come to stand beside him, and smiled at the deep breath the young woman took. Addison wasn’t comfortable with the big wigs...she was in her element as a driver.

  “I have a proposition for the drivers. I need a new driver on my team, and I believe that it could be one of you. What do you two think about that?” She turned her attention to Tatum. “You were saying earlier that there were some things I could learn for you. Explain please.” She interlaced her fingers, placing her hands on her stomach, and waited.

  Tatum crossed his arms, laughing while Addison tried not to zone out during the conversation until she heard Ms. Dupree talk about how either she or Tatum could be the new driver. A real chance at a Formula 1 racer...a real driver. She reached up; taking her hair down out of its ponytail and putting it back up again nervously as she listened to Tatum try to sell himself to the Dupree family.

  “I’ve been behind the wheel for over ten years; I’ve come up through all different types ranks to get this job. Ms. Dupree, I’m the way to go. You could learn the determination that it takes to be number one...not number two.”

  Everyone looked shocked at Tatum’s audacity. Even Carl shook his head, but James, Addison’s father was listening with a smile. He knew that the man’s comments would piss Sam off enough make her want to smash him into the ground.

  Sam didn’t move or change her expression as she asked the man a question, “Then explain to me why you were ranked fifteenth for three years before Addison started blocking for you? Guess that you weren’t that determined.” She smiled at the man and sat up straighter. “It’s funny that you moved up to ninth once you got a good blocker. A blocker that you’ve never acknowledged in the press.”

  Carl stepped in before his driver lost his temper with his old friend. “Dana, I think what Sam is trying to say is that your driving is fantastic, but it’s better with Addison helping.”

  Tatum sighed and shrugged. “I guess you’re right. Addison does help me get ahead on the track.”

  Addison smiled a bit hearing this and sat down on the other side of Carl Hendricks, toying with a crescent wrench, waiting to hear what it was Sam was proposing.

  Sam reached out to place her hand on her friend’s arm and squeezed lightly, but firmly. “Please Carl, don’t try and put words in my mouth. I said exactly what I meant. Without Addison here, Tatum and I would never be having this conversation.”

  Sam turned her attention to the young woman, and bit the inside of her lip to keep from smiling. Addison was secretly enjoying Tatum being called out. “What do you think about all of this Addison? Do you think that you could make it as a F1 driver?”

  “Yes,” Addison’s tone was so sure of itself that she only needed the one word to apply how well she could adapt to the F1 circuit. Her father smirked and clapped his daughter on the back with a grin.

  Tatum looked pissed, but knew when to keep his mouth shut around his bosses.

  Sam couldn’t stop the smile, but quickly wiped it from her face as she stood to remove the young woman’s sunglasses. “I like to see who I’m talking to.” Gray eyes stared back at her and almost caused her to lose her breath. Clearing her throat, she asked, “Talk me into it?”

  Addison squinted and smiled a bit. “I don’t really like to talk a lot; I’d rather just show you.”

  Sam let a full smile break out across her face. “That’s what I wanted to hear, and I agree.” She handed the glasses back to the girl, and walked back to her chair to sit back down. “Here’s what going to happen. To
morrow there’s an added incentive to win.” She couldn’t help but taunt Tatum. “I know that you’re used to little things Tatum, but do you think that you’re up to a challenge?”

  Dana gritted his teeth, not taking the bait Sam kept dangling in front of him. “Whatever challenge you have, I’m sure I could do it easily.” His eyes shot to Addison, who was replacing her sunglasses on blushing cheeks.

  “Whoever places higher tomorrow will be my new driver. That means Tatum that you will not have anyone blocking for you. There will be no touching of the cars; it has to be a clean race between the two of you. Your skills and...determination,” Sam looked at Tatum and smiled, “are what I’m interested in. If you can run an honest race, accept the challenge. If you can’t or don’t follow through, I will make sure that sanctions will be brought.”

  Sam turned to James and stated, “You were a good store manager for my father and you spent your off time encouraging your daughter to excel, but this will not be a piggy back ride. It will be for the driver and their crew...no one else, but everyone will be compensated.”

  Addison’s father looked almost shocked, but covered it quickly. “Addison deserves some recognition for all the hard work she’s put in over the years.” James smiled, putting a hand comfortingly on his daughter’s shoulder and squeezed. “Her mother and her little brother are proud of her. Her little sister too. Even though all Sissy does is ‘drive cars fast.’ Maddie is only five, but she looks up to Addison like a hero.”

  “Well, we shall see tomorrow if she’s got all the right stuff.” Turning to Tatum, Sam took a step closer to him, letting him have a view down the front of her button up shirt if he dared. “Are you up to an honest challenge Dana? Think you can handle...it?” Her eyes glanced down at herself, but only the driver could see that.

  Dana cleared his throat, his eyes drifting down her shirt while he licked his lips. “I’m up to anything that concerns you Ms. Dupree.” He smiled back in an oily manner.

  Taking a step back, Sam grinned. “Addison, I look forward to seeing you drive.” Turning to Carl and John, the blonde started talking business about buying out either one of the driver’s contracts from them, now ignoring the rest of the group.

  James looked at his daughter, who shrugged. “Get out of that jumpsuit and go take a shower. I’m sure Deuce needs a walk by now.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  After the interesting afternoon, Sam was decked to the nines in a simple black dress with a black clutch and heels while she waited for her girlfriend Becca to finish putting on a sequin dress.

  Becca finally left their bedroom to come into the living area before leaning down to kiss her girlfriend’s cheek. “Ready to relax baby?” she cooed, knowing where their night would end up.

  “Yeah, I am. You look hot Becca. You’re gonna have everyone watching you dance.” Sam let her hand glide up the redhead’s thigh for a moment before she stepped away. “Good thing I’m not a jealous person.”

  “That’s because you like to watch me dance with other people before you take me home and rip my clothes off.” Becca grinned as she pressed herself up against Sam before they left the hotel. The entire ride in the limo to the club was filled with hot, steamy kisses, and wandering hands. Once they got there though, Sam was all business, ushering Becca through the velvet rope and straight to the VIP section to order shots and a bottle of Jack.

  Leaning back against the cushioned sofa, Sam sipped her drink while Becca danced and partied with different partners, always within the blonde’s eyesight. The music thrummed through the speakers causing the ice in the bucket to vibrate. They had been there a couple of hours and the blonde was ready for something else. She smiled as a plan came together in her mind.

  Becca ground her hips against her newest dance partner, though she couldn’t even remember who it was, or if they were male or female. She tilted the lip of her shot glass back, letting her tequila slip down her throat. She looked at her girlfriend with a smile, wondering what she was thinking. Leaving the dance floor, she sauntered into the VIP section and slid into the seat next to the blonde.

  “We’re leaving.” Sam stood up, reaching for her clutch, not waiting to see if her girlfriend followed. Walking outside, she patiently waited for the limo to be brought around.

  The redhead sighed before walking after her girlfriend as quickly as she could. She checked her texts on her phone as the limo was pulled around the block and parked in front of them.

  Waiting for the door to be opened, Sam let the redhead enter first, before she turned to the driver. “Take about an hour to get to the hotel, will you?” She wiggled her eyebrows at the young man before getting into the back and settling down.

  Pressing a button, the blonde raised the partition between them and the driver before turning to Becca. “Do you think you teased me enough tonight?”

  Becca smirked. “Maybe....” She uncrossed her legs and ran her hands up and down her thighs with a wicked gleam in her eye.

  “Get on your hands and knees bitch...you’ve been panting for it all night, and I’m going to give it to you right now.” Sam moved to the far side of the seat and waited.

  Her girlfriend shivered in anticipation before crawling down to her hands and knees on the floor of the back of the limo. Her red hair flipped over her shoulder as she stared back at Sam.

  Reaching under the sequined dress, Sam tore away the thong that the woman had dared to wear. “Thought I told you before not to wear anything under your dresses. Did you think I wouldn’t discover it?”

  Becca loved the dominance that Sam always displayed over her; it kept her grounded. Her eyes closed as she pushed her forehead into the leather seat cushion in front of her face. However, she knew better than to talk, Sam didn’t like to be interrupted.

  “Give me your hands,” Sam said coldly. The blonde didn’t wait, but grabbed one while the redhead brought the other one around, and Sam used the thong to bind her hands securely before she slid a hand back between Becca’s legs, teasing the slickness. “Hmm, maybe I should just tease you...never letting you cum. Maybe then you would learn to listen.” Slowly she slid in three fingers and twisted. “What do you think I should do bitch? What do you deserve to have happen to you?” Sam kept her hands still now, waiting.

  Grunting, Becca almost bit a hole in the leather she had pressed to her cheek. “Fuck me Sam, please,” she begged outright; there was no way she was going to bother trying to fight it. She was drunk, horny, and she wanted to cum now.

  Sam took a fist full of hair and pulled hard. “Do you want to cum Becca? Do you need me, wrist deep?”

  “Yes please...do anything you want to me, but God, please, fuck me, and make me cum,” Becca whispered brokenly, trying to move her hips, but stopped a second later when she remembered how much Sam liked to be in total and complete control.

  Sam slid in three fingers hard and started a steady beat, keeping Becca’s head pulled back the entire time, pulling her hair so hard the woman winced. “I’m gonna fuck you Becca...so hard that you’re gonna feel me for days, but you won’t get to cum.” Curling her fingers, the blonde brought the redhead to the edge and then held still until the tightness around her fingers lessened and she started again.

  Repeatedly Sam brought Becca to the edge before she’d back off and start all over again. It drove the redhead nearly to the point of insanity. An hour later, she was no closer to cumming, when the car slowed to a stop out front of their hotel.

  Pulling out one final time, Sam wiped her hand on Becca’s dress and untied her hands. “Make yourself decent. Hurry up, I don’t have all night.” She sat back in the seat and took a swallow of Jack, waiting.

  Very clumsily, Becca pulled her thong on with shaking hands. She quickly then tried to fix her hair as their driver opened the door and Sam left her in the car as she walked into the lobby. Becca huffed and followed or at least tried to. Sam ignored her the whole way up the elevator, and even after they got into their room. If Sam wasn’t going to
finish her off, then she’d just take a shower and go to bed.

  “Get undressed.” Sam waited beside the bed, tapping her thigh with her nails. “And get on the bed. I’m not done with you yet.” She reached inside a nearby bag and pulled something out, but kept it from the other woman’s view.

  Becca stripped so quickly that she tore her dress, but she knew Sam would buy her another. Heaven forbid the blonde be seen in the company of an ill-dressed super model. Becca crawled up the bed and laid on her back with her legs open staring up at Sam who was still completely dressed to the nines, even still wearing heels. “Baby, I need you...” she pouted.

  “You need a lot of things, but you ain’t getting them tonight.” The blonde quickly straddled and handcuffed the model to the bed, so she was unable to move her arms, and then just as quickly rolled off. “I’m going out for a while, and I can’t trust you not to get yourself off.”

  Sam took her time changing into a pair of black jeans, a dark green button up shirt and black boots. Tying back her hair with piece of leather, she put her ID and some cash in her back pocket. “I’ll see you later sweet cheeks. Try and behave.” Waving her fingers, the driver walked out of the room, back down to the limo and headed back to the track.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  After the not so subtle announcement that the F1 slot was up for grabs between herself and Tatum, Addison had gone back to her trailer to shower and think. After combing all of the knots out of her hair and relaxing for a while, playing Xbox360 on her TV, the NASCAR blocker went out for a bite to eat alone. She rarely spent time with her father or anyone else, so after finishing up a late dinner, she headed back down to the pit. It was now well past quitting time, but she was underneath her car. She believed that she was ultimately responsible for the vehicle; that way no one else could be blamed for her mistakes.

  She pushed her weight to the side and reached for a wrench just out of her grasp, finally snagging it with a gloved finger before she pushed the dolly back up under the car with a happy hum. Arnie and the crews were out having a beer with Tatum, who was footing the bill. Her dad was on the phone with her mom in his RV.