Daisy leaned against a post and took a bite from the burger that Freddie had just brought over. It tasted foul so she dumped it in the nearby litter bin. She saw her boyfriend scowl at her, she shrugged her shoulders and mouthed the words “its crap, sorry.”
The relationship between them was coming to an end, certainly as far as she was concerned. Freddie as usual, as far as her needs were concerned, was totally oblivious to how she felt. He was obsessed with motor racing, all motor racing. In the three years together she had been dragged off to all formulae of open wheel racers, to touring cars, rallying, hotrods, carting and even motorbikes of every description. And in all weathers too.
Sick of forever looking like a cross between a rag doll and a scarecrow. Fed up with getting wet, windblown and sunburned. She could bear the horrid smells, the deafening noise and the dirty, unkempt, rude men no longer.
OK, today was a nice day and not windy so she was able let her hair down. Not that it looked good after being tied up so tightly in anticipation of a wind-blown day, but it felt good. But then, as usual it was she that had to carry all the gear from the car; a small shelter tent (she had insisted on it so she had to carry it), wet weather gear and all the paraphernalia involved with a day (or more!) at some god-forsaken race track, while Freddie swaggered around with guys that really he had met just a minute ago. All she got stupid remarks and wolf-whistles.
Last night she and Freddie didn’t make love, they just had sex. Both of them doing what was needed out of habit, mechanically.
Daisy dumped all unnecessary clothes in the tent and waved to Freddie that she was going to wander the pit boxes for a while. He barely acknowledged her.
Of all the types of race car these were the ones she disliked the least; tin-tops or touring cars, looking just like the normal road cars but highly modified and so fast. There were female drivers and this pink car was driven by one. She leaned against the box wall admiring the car and the mechanics.
“Er Miss? Miss? The voice in her ear made her jump. “Oops, sorry to startle you”, it continued. It was a guy of around fifty, ruggedly handsome. Daisy looked at him, wondering if she was somehow out of bounds.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you free this afternoon?”, his face broke into a broad grin. “Let me explain, one of the paddock girls, those who hold up a board and stand there looking terrific? Well she pulled out at short notice and we don’t carry spares.” He laughed out loud. Er, could you, erm, would you be, you know, available?” He waited for her answer.
“Yeah, yeah, so my boyfriend told you to set me up, right?” she looked to see if Freddie was lurking nearby.
“No miss, didn’t know you had one but a gorgeous young thing like you would have...”, his voice trailed off and he thought better of finishing that innate line. “Honestly, you would help me out, no pay but some freebie shorts and tee-shirt, sound OK?”
“If I say yes what do I do?” asked Daisy, “and I didn’t say yes yet.”
Bill explained that she would be dressed in a skimpy 'uniform', parade with the drivers, be stood by the cars on the grid, parade back to the pit box and then stand and look good for the spectators.
“But I look a mess”, complained Daisy. She ran her fingers through her hair.
“No problem... erm”, he waited for her name. “OK Daisy, nice name. The girls have an area where they, erm, titivate, I’ll ask young Diane to give you a hand, OK?” “So, you'll do it... please?”
The girls were great, such a happy group who seemed to be well experienced at this, and so kind and helpful to a raw beginner.
What a struggle Daisy had pulling on the hot-pants, she was positive they would split rather than fit her hips. And hell, they left nothing to the imagination as far as her ass and crotch was concerned, particularly as the girls confirmed that there was no room for panties. Part of her butt cheeks were left bare and she struggled to cover what Freddie always called a camel-toe. Diane yelled to the other girls to ask if Daisy looked good, they all yelled back that she did and Diane gave her butt a slap. “ Go girl, knock 'em out”. The brief tie top was too brief and Daisy's blue bra stood out like a beacon. She was horrified at Diane's answer when asked what she should do. “You got'em girl, go flaunt 'em, get those puppies out.”
Too late to go back now anyway, the girls were being called for the parade. The others had given Daisy a quick run through and it was so simple that she did it like she had done it many times before.
Standing by her car and driver, holding the number board, Daisy felt her face go pink as the spectators stared at her. Suddenly she saw a face in the crowd she knew. It was wearing a shocked expression. Freddie's face was a picture, he eyes stood out and his mouth gaped open. Of course, he had never seen her dressed like this. Daisy stood up straighter, pushed out her barely covered boobs and arched her back pushing out her butt. Those stupid wolf-whistles didn’t sound so bad now.
The rest of the meeting went by in a haze of parading and posing and she was sorry when it ended. The girls asked her to join the group and told Bill she was a natural and had attracted more guys around her cars and drivers than the girl who had pulled out had done. Bill said that if she wanted, she was in. Excitedly Daisy nodded vigorously.
Freddie said he had been humiliated and that she was never to do it again. This was the time to tell him that he was history. He was dumbfounded but accepted it like a lamb, moving out of her apartment without an argument.
Daisy received a text asking her to be at the next race venue on the calendar one day ahead of the rest of the girls. Although dubious she turned up on the appointed day. To her surprise and shock Bill had arranged for her to experience a drive around the track with a race driver. He laughed when she claimed that she didn’t drive race cars. He explained that Darren, one of the drivers would drive her around to show what it was like at speed.
Darren was a dishy young driver whom she has seen at the last race, he had finished in fourth place. They were introduced and she was kitted out in safety overalls and helmet. Prior to her putting the overalls on Bill advised her to go 'make herself comfortable' when she queried it he merely said “its that or wring out your undies after the ride”.
Driving down the pit lane was great, so fast, at the end Darren told her to press her head back into the headrest and keep it there no matter what. He held out his arm and pushed her head back. At the same time he floored the gas pedal. Daisy screamed involuntarily as her body was pressed back into the racing seat under the incredible acceleration. The driver changed gear twice and each time Daisy thought her head was going to come off as it jerked forward. Then, far too near the corner and going far too fast, he braked. The girl felt that if Darren hadn’t put out his hand her head would now be rolling around in the foot well. Half way around the corner the idiot floored the gas again, what is he doing thought Daisy, he'll crash us.
Tyres screaming as it slid across the track the car straightened up and went even faster down the short straight towards what to the girl looked like a dead end. But the driver drove faster towards it. Daisy screamed as loud as she could for him to stop; “oh my god”, she yelled.
Above the roar of engine and wind noise the driver yelled “I told you to hold your head back!”
Daisy tried to scream that she was 'fucking trying to', but nothing came out of her mouth. She desperately pushed her head back.
Suddenly, with no curve in her eye-line the driver hit the brakes again, Daisy screamed, then saw the track curve to the right, no way would they get around it, they would both die. Her helmet hit the car door with a bang that she felt through her whole body. Once again the car slewed sideways across the track, seemingly headed for a corn field. Before she could regain her senses the car accelerated again, the driver sitting back as if in an armchair at home, his face creased up in a huge grin. Each of the many gear changes he then performed caused her head to nod forward and back. The race track was a blur on either side.
Daisy took a deep breath and yelled all that came to her befuddled mind, “Oh fuck”. Her hands were plucking at her crotch, desperately trying to remove the panties fast disappearing up her butt and elsewhere.
Darren laughed, “naughty girl, perhaps later?” he hit the brakes as he steered the car into the next curve eliciting yet another ear-piercing scream.
The car slowed and Darren pulled the race car to a stop on the track, “you OK Daisy?”
The girl looked at him, she didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or scream. Her body was shaking with fear but also with tremendous excitement. She nodded and pointed out the front of the car. “Go for it, if I poop my pants its your fault!”
It wasn’t just the tyres that screamed as Darren accelerated the car at full bore, in the mirror Daisy saw clouds of blue smoke streaming from the wheels. The driver was about to learn how many expletives the girl knew and how loud she could scream, all in the course of just one lap of the circuit.
Back in the pit lane Daisy was unable to stand unaided and was pleased that Darren not only held her up but hugged her tightly, he crushed her little body to his, she planted a sexy kiss on his cheek and she was sorry when he then led her to the pit box.
Daisy couldn’t tear her eyes from Darren's tight butt as he walked down the pit lane, and her mind explored 'what-if', after all he did say 'perhaps later' to her yell of “oh fuck”. She sighed wistfully.
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