by H. M. Montes
Jerod walked over, “You two knock it off, Jet he’s right and none the less how do you suppose Chass is going to feel knowing you’re getting all worked up over that bitch?” he asked.
I ground my teeth, “I’m not going to fucking talk to her, do you need me to draw you guys a fucking picture or what?” I seethed.
Jerod and Jason both rolled their eyes, Mitch walked over to us, “Boys boys, it’s just a sex crazed ex she’s not worth all of you fighting about.” He told us.
I looked at him, “I’m not fucking fighting with anybody, they just need to shut up and drop it. I can’t make myself much clearer that I have told her to stay away. You know as well as we all do that she is more than a sex crazed ex.”
“See, this is what I’m talking about!” Jason practically yelled. I looked past his shoulder as Chassis and Asher walked towards us.
“Fucking drop it!” I said through clenched teeth.
After Asher and Chassis put their things in the trailer Asher walked over and asked what was going on.
“I think these three are about to have a throw down.” Mitch said with a chuckle. I glared at him, Chassis reached for my hand but I yanked it away from her. I couldn’t stand there with them all staring at me, I stormed into the trailer, Jason stopped her from following me. I had to figure out how I was going to break it to Chassis who Riley was. None the less if I was going to be one hundred percent honest with her, I’d have to tell her that a part of me still cared for Riley.
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About forty five minutes later and some damn awkward silence between everybody they finally called for the modified heat races to line up in the staging area. I had backed my car into the pit stall so I didn’t need anybody to guide me out, I pulled my fire suit sleeves up, zipped it up, pulled my fireproof sleeve over my face, climbed into the car, and started getting ready. Jason came over, put my window net up and walked away.
I idled over to the staging area and sat in lineup waiting for the first heat race to finish. I sat there shaking my leg back and forth singing ‘Thrift Shop’ by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis to myself. I was starting on the forth row outside, the sun was just starting to sink down that would cause a blind spot in between turn three and four for a split second but nothing most race car drivers weren’t use to.
The first heat race pulled off the track, a few minutes later they flickered the green and yellow lights for us to get on the track. One thing about Super Nationals, they moved the races along fast with little wasted time between. We circled the track one time to get all twelve cars in the right line up, on the second lap I reached down and pulled my belts tighter as we drove into turn three. The green light flashed on and stayed on, out of turn four. Everybody was throwing their car half sideways down the front stretch. The guy beside me blew into turn one and pushed up causing me to lift so I wouldn’t tag him and spin us both out. “Mother fucker.” I muttered under my helmet, then mashed back down on the gas. I passed him and the third place guy on the back stretch, I was now right on the bumper of the first place car. We sped into turn three, him on the bottom of the track me running the high side, “God damn sun.” I said to myself as I blinked to get rid of the fucking spots I was seeing. Out of turn four the first place car and I were side by side, I reached up and ripped a tear off. I tried to keep track of how many laps were left in my head but couldn’t thankfully the guy in the guy that talked to us into the race-receiver had fixed the technical issues from earlier. For a few laps we would go back and forth pulling out ahead of each other, the white flag came out. “Thank fuck.” I said then blew into turn one on the high side. I could see the nose of his car out of my peripheral vision on the low side of the track. I felt my rear tires grip some tacky track as I slingshot out in front for the lead. I was through turn three and four and across the line for the heat race win.
I slowed down as I pulled out of turn two and pulled off the track to go across the scales. I pulled onto the scales so they could weigh me and the car, they waved a hand letting me know I was good to go. I spotted my brother, Jerod and Mitch running back to the hauler all had big smiles on their faces.
Once I was backed into the stall Jason pulled my window net down, “Mother fucker you were grippin' and rippin' out there.” He yelled and patted my shoulder. Once I had my helmet, HANS device, and fireproof head sock off and unbuckled my belts I climbed out. I blew out a breath as Jerod and Mitch patted me on the back.
“Great job Jesus you were hookin' up out there.” Jerod said as he started scraping mud.
“Eh he looked alright I guess.” Mitch said with a grin as he started scraping on the other side of the car.
I flipped him off, “Where’s Chass?” I asked.
“Lawrence is babysitting her and Asher like you told him to.” Mitch told me.
“Great.” I said and started laughing.
We went up on the cat walk and watched more of the heat races, I tried calling Chassis and Mitch tried calling Asher but with all the noise I’m sure they couldn’t hear their phones. We tried to keep track of who was finishing in the top three of each heat race so we had an idea of who I would be racing in the A-Qualifier race later.
We went back to the trailer to start getting the car ready, “Those guys are bad fucking fast Jet. You better make damn sure you’re on your a-game.” Jason said as he adjusted tire pressures. I was about to reply when I seen Chassis, Asher, and Lawrence coming towards us on the golf cart.
Lawrence pulled up, “They’ve been given the tour of the land.” He told me with a wink. Chassis and Asher got off the golf cart, I narrowed my eyes at Lawrence.
“How much Apple Pie have you given them?” I asked as Chassis giggled and put her arms around my waist.
“One red Solo cup I promise, I told them they can’t have any more until later.” Lawrence told me then wished me good luck and drove away.
I lowered my lips to Chassis, she tasted like apples and cinnamon, “One cup huh?” I asked with a smile.
“Just one cup.” She whispered against my lips. I don’t think my body would ever get use to the way Chassis made me feel. Her warm breath against my lips, had my heart rate speeding up and my hands itching to touch every inch of her body. I kissed her again, once she slipped her tongue against mine I had her pinned against the driver side of my race car.
“Knock it off you two, we’ve gotta race in a little bit.” Jerod yelled as he put the hood piece back on my car.
“You win the next race and I’ve got a surprise for you.” Chassis told me. I raised an eyebrow at her, she backed away from me and went into the trailer to sit down. I pulled the top of my fire suit back up, then zipped it, I turned around to Chassis she was staring at me.
I grinned at her then crooked a finger at her to come to me, she walked over to me, “You are staring at me like you want to eat me for dinner.” I told her.
“I thought you could eat me for dinner later.” She said. I chuckled then kissed her, “Good luck” she said as she backed away from me. I watched as her and Asher got on the golf cart with Lawrence and drove towards the catwalk.
I was fastening my belts when Jason came over, “Okay bud, they’ll take the top four from this race, you’ll be a sure deal for the big dance on Saturday.” He told me. I nodded my head as I pulled my head sock on then my helmet.
“You’ve got this Jet.” Jerod said as he banged his hand on the decking beside me. I started the car and waited for Jerod to motion that I could pull out of the stall.
I was starting second row inside for this race, through the race receiver the guy came on, “Okay boys, we’re going to go green after this lap, top four advance to the big dance Saturday. Good Luck and keep it clean out there.” He said. We could hear him but we couldn’t talk back. I always joked that nobody would want to hear what I was muttering under my helmet most of the time anyways. After we completed one lap to get everybody in order the green light flashed on steady as we came through the corner of three and four. My adrenaline was pumping as my en
gine roared to life down the front straight away, I stayed on the bottom of the track through turn one and two then moved to the middle of the track. I was running in third place, “Cool heads prevail…cool heads prevail..” I chanted over and over in my head. My uncles had always told me that, “Don’t lose your temper out there you’ll end up costing you and others money. Then you’ll have some pissed off drivers out for revenge.” They had told me when I first started racing.
This race was set for twenty five laps, if I could keep my line in the middle of the track I knew that I could easily stay in the top four. I gained ground on the second place car as the laps ticked off one by one. I passed him off of turn four and took second place. My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, “Breath, keep your line Jet.” I told myself as I gained ground on the first place car. This guy was a seasoned driver, one of the best of the best, his car was fast and he knew how to drive hard into the corners and race clean. I moved up on the track as we raced lap after lap then a caution came out for a couple of cars that had tangled and spun out. “Green on the next lap, fourteen to go.” The guy told us in our race receivers. We all mashed down on the gas out of turn four making sure to stay on the high side away from the cone, running in second place I was right on the back bumper of the first place car as we blew through turns one and two. Down the back stretch I moved up a line to have the high line since my car was handling better up there. I entered turn three, the third place car slid up the track as we rounded turn four, suddenly there it was, turn four wall and I was headed right for it. “This is going to suck.” I said as I braced myself for the impact. With a loud explosion of metal against concrete a voice came over the race receiver a few seconds later, “Red flag one j in the wall on turn four, number twenty you need to go to the back of the field for intentional wreckage.” The guy said in a muffled voice. My window net was lowered and a safety crew member poked his head in, “You okay man? Hang tight we’ll get you out.”
“I’m fucking fine, I’m pretty sure my car isn’t. What the FUCK was that asshole doing?” I was blowing up at this safety crew guy.
“I know I know, he pulled a slide job on you, are you feeling any pain in your neck, back, or anywhere?” he asked as I hastily unbuckled my safety belts, then yanked my helmet and HANS device off.
“Fuck no.” I said as I climbed out of the car. I walked to the front of the car, “Well, this one is done for the weekend.” I said
“I think it is.” Another safety crew member told me, “Let’s get you to the infield so we can check you over just to be on the safe side.” He said and gestured for me to get on the ATV.
Once I was checked out in the infield and they were sure I hadn’t been hurt or had any neck injuries I was finally able to go back to the hauler. Chassis came running towards me, “Are you okay?” she asked with tears in her eyes.
“I’m fucking fine, that asshole…who the fuck was it?” I said as I continued walking to towards my now destroyed car.
“I don’t know his name, Lawrence knew him, he said he’s a non-driving asshole, I believe were his exact words.”
I rolled my eyes, “Obviously, but now I guess I get to race Cameron’s car.” Once we reached the hauler I stood there shaking my head my brother walked over to me and patted my shoulder firmly, “You okay?” He asked.
“I’m just fucking peachy.” I told him and shrugged his hand off my shoulder. I walked around the front of the car, “The engines toast, the whole car is fucking toast.” I practically yelled at my brother and Jerod. “Get the fucking back up car ready.” I told them and went into the trailer.
Chassis followed me into the trailer, “So when do you race again or are you done?” she asked quietly.
“I’ll race tomorrow, another heat race and another A-qualifier.” I told her. She nodded her head and walked over to the couch and sat down, pulled her phone out and started texting somebody.
“Who are you fucking talking to?” I asked her.
With big eyes she looked up at me, “My uncle wanted me to keep him posted.” She told me. I walked out of the trailer and started helping the guys get the car hooked up to the winch so we could pull it back into the trailer.
“Hey”, I heard Riley’s voice.
I whipped around, “Get the fuck out of here seriously.” I growled at her then looked inside the trailer to see if Chass was still on her phone.
“I’m just checking to see if you are okay.” She said.
“I’m fine, now get out of here.” I told her.
“Whatever Jet.” She said then turned and walked away.
After we had the car loaded back in the trailer and Cameron’s car pulled out of his enclosed trailer, my brother walked over to me. “Don’t you suppose you should apologize to Chass, you snapped her head off in the hauler earlier.” He said as he leaned against the car.
“Yeah, I’m going to, surely she understands why I was so pissed.”
“Still you need to apologize you dick head.” He said with a laugh. I walked back into the hauler living quarters, there was Chassis, Asher and some other woman standing there talking. They all looked up when they finally noticed somebody was standing in the door, Chassis started blushing and Asher started laughing.
I looked at Chassis, “What are you ladies up to?” I asked.
“Uhhmmm nothing just talking.” She told me.
I raised an eyebrow at her, “Mmhmm..” I walked over to her sat down on the chair and pulled her down onto my lap.
“About?” I asked.
“Nothing really.” She said and started blushing. I looked at Asher that was silently laughing then to the other woman.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked.
She smiled and stuck her hand out to me, “Carley.” She said with a big smile as I shook her hand.
I narrowed my eyes at her then looked at Asher, “Chassis what were you three talking about?” I asked as I squeezed her hip.
“Uhm, nothing.”
I looked up at her and grinned, then looked at the other two, “Out.” I told them. Asher quickly walked out the door with Carley laughing behind her. I lifted Chassis off my lap, walked over to the door, shut and locked it then turned back to her. She was biting her lip and trying not to smile as I walked back to her.
“Now, (I ran my hand down her cheek, to her neck), what were you talking about?” I asked again. I lowered my head to kiss her neck.
“You..uhh…damnit Jet I can’t tell you.” She sighed and tilted her head to the side giving me better access to her neck.
I smiled, “You’re up to no good aren’t you?” I said as licked her pulse point just above her collar bone.
“No…maybe.” She muttered.
I chuckled then stuck my hand down the front of her shorts, “I think I already know.” I told her. She didn’t say anything as I slid my finger between the lips of her pussy, “You’re WET, Chassis.” Then I pushed my middle finger into her hot extremely wet pussy. She tried to push her hand down my pants but I had my fire suit tied at the waist, so she started rubbing my cock through the layers of clothes.
“Jet..”
I kissed her letting my tongue slide along the inside of her top lip, “Mmm a WET Chassis, what should I do? Hmm?” I asked. She was panting and trying to unknot my fire suit, I pulled my finger out of her pussy, slid it up to her clit then pulled my hand out of her shorts and stepped away from her. “I think I’ll enjoy seeing a WET, flustered Chassis during the contest later.” I told her.
Her eyes got big, “You are a dick head.” She said and tried to pull me back to her.
I grabbed her hips, “I’m sorry about earlier, I’ll make it up to you later I promise.” I told her then kissed her.
“You’re really going to leave me like this?” she whined.
I nodded my head, “Oh yeah, then later tonight I’m going to slide my thick throbbing hard dick inside of you we’ll let the entire pit area hear how you like to be fucked.” I laughed as she jumped on me wr
apping her legs around my waist.
“You can’t be mean to me! Please can’t we have sex?” she whined and nibbled on my ear. “Please Jet, fuck me.” She whispered “Let me ride your…” she was still whispering in my ear when somebody started banging on the door of the hauler.
“Come on you two, it’s time to get our drink on! Jet leave my future wife alone!” Lawrence yelled through the door.
Chassis threw head back and growled, “God…I think I hate men tonight.” She said as she unwrapped her legs from around my waist. “I’m getting drunk then I’m going to do a whooole bunch of naughty things to you later.” She told me then threw the door to the trailer open. When we stepped out of the trailer there were people standing in front of it talking, drinking, and having a good time.
“Bout god damn time.” Lawrence said then threw his arm around Chassis, “Me, Asher and You are going to go get some apple pie.” He said then walked with her to the golf cart.
Chassis
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Carley had talked to Asher and I after the heat race to tell us about the plans for the wet t-shirt contest they would be putting on after the modified A-qualifier race. While we were talking Asher asked if Carley was dating one of the drivers that were racing this weekend.
“Ha, no way sweetie, I’m a lesbian. My step brother races, I’ve been coming with him for the last three years.” She told us. We stood there in shock for minute. Carley laughed, “You should see ya’lls faces right now, have you never met a lesbian?”
“Honestly, if I have I didn’t know it.” I told her honestly.
“But you’re so pretty, my god I bet guys fall at your feet.” Asher said.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, but thank you.” Carley said with a smile and blushed. “I’ll catch up with you two after bit I’ve gotta go talk to a few other ladies, I’ll come over to the hauler after the A-qualifier.”
We told her we would see her later then walked back across the pits. “God she’s hot, I’d even let her in bed with ME!” Asher said with a laugh.
