Nitro Rivals (pm first)

Jake hit the gas racing down the track in a beautiful run. Sadly he didn't keep up his three second runs, but still pulled out a 4.011. IT was more than enough as it turned out. Kevin clicked over the radio and said, "WE got it Jake! She smoked the tires off the line. You blew her up by a mile way to go buddy!"

Jake was so happy he wanted to cry. He couldn't believe he had made it. He was in round 2 and if he could pull out one more win he would be in his first Semi-finals ever! Every race seemed to get better, the team getting better and better with the car. It was all going so smoothly.

Jake waited for Angela to pull up beside him and Jake popped out of the top of his car. He jerked his helmet off and grinned, "I can't wait to see you in that bikini. Great idea putting that on Twitter too."

He hopped off the car and went around to stand in front of her. "Angela wait a second. Look I'm glad I won, but to be honest that was kind of sour. I wanted to beat you at your best, not get lucky by some car problem." He moved to the back of her car to look at the tires. They looked fine, if a little worn from a normal run. "What happened anyway, I don't see tire burns?"
 
Angela pulled up beside him. She was furious. Not at him, but herself. She had let him get to her. she had never let anyone get to her the way he did and it was infuriating and frustrating.

"What happened anyway, I don't see tire burns?"

"Ugh..." she pulled off her helmet and shook out her hair. "To be honest..." She popped out of her car and leaned back against, taking moment to pause and unsip the front of her suit. "I just accelerated to hard. Lost my concentration. You know, sometimes you just have a bad run." She hid why she had hit the gas hard. she did not know that her frustration with him had caused her to fuck up in such a way.
 
He moved around in front of her a small frown on his face. "I'm sorry about that Angela. But there is good news." He smiled widely. "You look great in a bikini." He teased and moved away.

Jake was on top of the world. His main goal was simply not to lose the bet, but now he had a new goal. Win this event. His first in his career. They got the car to the pits and took it apart, cleaned it, and put it back together. Then it was round two.

Jake had lane choice due to his fast times and picked the right side. Next to him lined up Alexis DeJoria in the Tequila car.

Jake readied for the race and heard a bang. He thought it was his car but he saw smoke coming from the lane beside him. Alexis had popped a blower and her car shut down. The guy working the start lights leaned over and tapped on the windshield, singling to Jake thay he was having a solo run.

Jake casually darted down the track. Purposefully being easy on the car for the semis.

To his delight Jake barely beat Courtney Force on a hole shot in the semis and then turned around to beat Matt Hagen in the finals by maybe six inches.

Champage flew in his face as his crew greeted him at the end of the race track. It was the best feeling in the world. But it was only one race and so far he and Angela were tied. This war was far from over.

He couldn't wait to see Angela's face when she wore that bikini on stage and proclaiming his greatness to the world.
 
Angela Watched as Jake finished out his last run. She was furious. One stupid mistake had cost her, both the race and her dignity.

"Niel. I don't want to hear it." she spoke harshly as she passed him "I know what happened. Lets get her cleaned up."

she spent the rest of the night hunting for the perfect bikini. If she was going to get up there, she was going to do it in jaw dropping style. She found the perfect one, Blue bottoms with white star in a high leg cut, and a halter top style with red and white stripes. She was going to be the all American girl if she could help it
 
Jake stood behind the stage waiting for them to announce the racers for this weekend. It was Sunday and big race day. Jake had qualified only 12th. Barely making a solid run in the field with a 4.19. It was enough and besides today was the day when he would get to see Angela in her bikini and sign telling the world he was awesome.

It was going to be a great day. Jake was standing next to RoBert Height and felt the guy tap him on the shoulder. "Hey man look at what Angela's wearing. That your name on the sign?"

Jake turned and saw her walking toward them, her head held high. "Yes it is. Little wager we had and she lost." He smirked and met Angela. "Well this is a surprise. I hate to say it Angela but you are stunning. Who knew you would look this good wearing my name." He mocked.
 
Angela lifted and eyebrow as she sauntered across the stage. the sound of the white stilettos clicking as she walked. she could hear the whoops and hollers of some of the men as they watched her walk past. She could hear the clicks of cameras. She hoped the publicity of this even would grab her at least another magazine cover.

"Dont get used to it Jake. The next one is mine. You got lucky last week." She moved next to him as the press took their picture. She pressed her body up against him pulling him in tight. she turned and smiled for the camera.

Quickly she leaned over and gently whispered in his ear.

"Another bet Jake?" she was determined to get in his head. "I win and you wear this for the whole event. I'll be nice and let you wear your fire suit when you drive." She slipped a yellow banana hammock in is pocket letting her hand linger a second longer than needed. "If I lose you will get to feel my lips around your cock for 5 minuets after the race." She pulled away from his side, winked and sauntered away.
 
Jake stood there with his hand in his pocket in shock. His fingers played over the thong as he tried to think. Had she really just bet him what he thought she did? A blowjob. From her? As much as he fought with her in the past and maybe even recented her wealth a little, she was still fucking hot and he was still a man.

Would he fuck her if given the chance? Fuck yes he would.

Did he really expect her to hold up her end of the bet if he beat her. Not in a million years.

She wouldn't have made that bet if she hadn't had a trick up her sleeve. Jake headed back to the pit quickly, needing to check his car and make sure he was going to win a blowjob this weekend.

Both he and Angela raced their hearts put that afternoon. As the sun was going down they found themselves face to face in the finals. This was the biggest race of his life. Against his rival for not only the event win but also a blowjob.

They both hit the green. Neither of them spun the tires. Jake was .003 seconds faster off the line but Angela's car powered to push slightly ahead of him by 60 feet. Then at half track Jake squeezed ahead by less than a foot. Suddenly Jake's vision went bright red and orange. The engine exploded in his face with enough force to rip the body off his car in hundreds of pieces.

The explosion lifted the car off all four wheels briefly, and went it came down the front axel shattered causing the car to spin violently to the right. The car drove across the other lane, missing Angela's car by barely a few feet. Jake slammed head first into the stone side wall and the rest of the fuel in the tank exploded once more bathing him in hot colors.

The force sentire the car tumbling over the edge were it slide a few feet before finally coming to a stop.
 
Angela loved the stunned look on his face as she sauntered away. She would have to see if her daring bet had paid off.

She lined up next to Jake. This one was for it all. All day she had put everything she had into her races. Her crew worked hard maintaining her car the best they could between races.

She was quick off the start. but he got ahead. Angela got in her zone.

"Ok Ange. you got this" She heard Niel in her ear.

She heard an explosion and then saw Jake careen towards her. She pushed on the gas pushing ahead of his so as to not get hit, but barely. She crossed the line, her shoots deploying and slowing her steadily.

"He crashed Ange"

"What?..." She jumped out of her car as the crew was putting out the flames. "Niel, What happened? Is he Ok?" she yelled into her helmet

He may have been her rival but not so much as to want to have him be hurt.


"Ange I'm not sure what happened."
 
Jake sat there while the safety crew cut his seat beats off with a saw. The explosion had been so intense that the belt latches had melted together. His firesuit was cared black but he was perfectly okay. He had been a bit dizzy but otherwise he would be able to walk away from this crash.

What a crazy ride. He wanted to see the footage of it and maybe find out what exactly went wrong. It saddened him that they were already on a backup car this early in the season. He didn't have the funds to keep replacing cars. Engines alone were hard enough without having to deal with the whole fucking car.

Am hour later he was back in his pit fingerings the thong which he would have to wear. Sad that he wasn't gonna get a blowjob out of a wreck like that. The thong was no longer yellow. The heat had burned it a weird brown even through his suit. Maybe Angela would let this one slide. Or carry over to the next event.

Speaking of the devil, he glanced up and there she was, watching him from the edge of the pit. "It burned." He said holding up the cloth.
 
Angela was relived that he was ok. The fire was put out quickly. she gave him some time to get back to his pit and cool off, noth mentally and physically before heading over. He hair was already down and she had changed into her street clothes.

"It burned." She giggled a bit as he held it up.

"I can see that" she leaned over on the edge of the pit dangling a hot pink one on the tip of her finger. "A bet is a bet though. I picked up a second one in case you threw the first one out. Always good to have a back up" She flashed a warm smile over at him.

"I'm glad you are ok though." She hopped the edge of the pit making her over to him. She wrapped her arms around him hugging him gently before backing off. "you may be the biggest pain in my ass, but I don't want to see you hurt...well not physically, maybe just ego wise." she said, draping the banana hammock in his hand
 
The next event Jake walked around with a awkward gait as that fucking thong dug into his ass. How was he going to drive at all today with a string in his fucking butt. At driver introductions he nudged Angela and asked her, "How the fuck do you women wear these things. I feels like I took a shot and didn't wipe well enough."

Jake groaned while she laughed at him. Moving on to the first round of racing. Which Jake won as a single when his opponent couldn't start the car.

He waited at the end of the lane to see if Angela won her race. He wanted to beat her into the ground. Mostly because he really wanted that blowjob. Well they hadn't made a bet this time technically. But the more he thought about her, the more he really just wanted to fuck her. His mind roamed to her in that bikini and he smiled to himself.
 
It was an amusing day at the races. Jake had his thong on. Everyone could tell that he was growing increasingly uncomfortable throughout the day.

She got her head in the game. She was up. the week had passed and her rig was running smooth as silk.

she lined up for the race. Green light and go. Angel found her happy spot and she pulled a out in front of John Atwood's rig. Her shoots opened and she pulled to a stop.

"Great job Ange. 3.999.This race is yours" Neil spoke though the headset.
 
Jake sat in his car waiting for Angela's run to finish. His hands grabbed at his crotch trying to adjust himself. It was so bad that Kevin buzzed in his radio. "You okay man? Why you scratching? I told you not to bareback them groupies."

"Don't worry about it Kevin." Jake snapped.

"Okay jeez don't get your thong in a wad." Kevin said.

With that Jake's Nitro fueled monster roared to life and the funny car bodied closed him in. The itching in his nuts stopped as he got himself in the zone. It was a cloudy day and the risk of rain loomed over the track. But cool conditions make for faster cars.

Jake made a flashy burn out to heat the tires real well before backing up to stage. Ron Capps rumbled in the lane next to him and Jake knew that one mistake would see him out of the race this weekend.

His car shot like a rocket off the line. Jake was eager to make up for the crash two weeks ago and his numbers proved it.

Kevin whooped in his ear. "That's getting Jake. 3.998 way to go buddy."

As Jake pulled his car into the turn off area his nuts beGan to itch again.
 
Angela was stunned. She had the lead by a mile, well in this race as far as she could be. She was furious and could not believe she had just been beat. She was at the top of her game this year and he had beat her twice. Thank God they had not made a bet on this one.

"CAlm down Ange" Neil smiled and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Your year is going great. Its only the second one you have not come out on top. And plus. The sponsors are starting to roll in now that people see you as a contender."

"I know Neil. I just want to be the best"

She made her way over to the pit as Jake was rolling in.

"Great run Jake. How's the thong holding up there?" She smiled with one of her one sided miles that could melt the hearts of most men. "Celebratory beer? My Treat? My trailer?"
 
Jake looked up in surprise to see Angela at his pit. He sneered at her remark about the thong. "You are lucky there was no bet this time. Otherwise I'd make you eat this fucking thing. It feel like it is trying to cut my balls in half." He told her walking over to meet her, his step only a little awkward.

"A beer?" He asked. "Sure I could use a beer. You know. To celebrate." He grinned. "Give me a minute I'm changing out of this Goddamm nut piercing string."

He darted into his trailer to change into a sponsor tshirt and some jeans. Then he wondered his way back to her trailer. Her pit chief told him to go inside as Angela was expecting him.

Jake jumped into the trailer and looked around. "So this is what a nice trailer looks like. Damn I need more sponsors or money or better yet, both."
 
She handed him a cold PBR from the fridge and took a seat on the couch.

"Hope you don't mind cheap beer. I don't really drink the good stuff unless out in public. Appearances you know..."

She had changed into a par of jeans a black Cami tank and was barefoot. She had let her hair down out of the uncomfortable tight braid she had under her helmet.

"Money is nice, but I like the sponsors better. means I'm earning my own way out here and Daddy has less control or say on how I run the crew." she lifted the cold can to her lips taking a deep swig
 
Jake thumbed the rim of the beer before taking a swig. He was confused on how to feel about her. On one hand she had more money than God if she wanted it. On the other hand, she seemed to have no interest in taking the easy way out. She put a lot more working into racing her Funny Car than he thought she had and it confused him. OR changed his mind on her in some way.

His eyes roamed over her, jeans, tank top, her breasts heaving over the top of it....or almost. Suddenly his blood ran hot, his heart beat faster as he became sexually aware of how wonderful Angela's body was.

He took a big sip from his redneck beer and sat down on the other side of the couch from her. "Well I can understand that, still....Putting my team together, my car together, everything has been a struggle. It is mind boggling that someone with money fights so hard not to use it. But I can see how making your way is worth more than it might seem."

He sighed and sat forward, "I just wish I hadn't had that wreck. Replacing that car took up a large chunk of our parts budget, if I don't find another sponsor soon, I might not be able to race the entire season."
 
She took a sip of her beer, mimicking his movements as he leaned in towards her unintentionally. The cool liquid felt good. The heat of the day still lingered in the air, even with the air conditioner running full blast.

"Don't Worry Jake. Sponsors take time. And you are good....really good." She smiled sweetly, genuinely concerned.

She thought for a moment sitting back on her side of the couch. She didn't want him out the rest of the season, he was the best thing for her racing career to date. The competition and rivalry. His times fueled her to work harder. She had to keep him racing....somehow. The fans would be devastated, and her sponsors just ate up the rivalry.

"How about if I lend you one of my practice cars for the rest of the season. I don't want you out of this. Your times really get my competitive spirit going in a way I never thought they would. Plus. the rivalry we have out there keeps the fans and press wanting more. It's not the latest model and I have not taken her for a spin in years but I'm sure your crew could do something with it. And if it gets destroyed, we can work out a payment later on."
 
Jake jerked his head up and turned to her. "You serious? You'd give me a back up car just like that?" He couldn't believe she was making such an offer. It was an incredible expense to just pass over a car, but her reasoning did make sense. JAke's own team had increased in popularity and the competition between he and Angela seemed to be fueling media and fandom in the best possible ways.

It was only a matter of time before more sponsorships popped up, but in the meantime having a back-up car would be a large weight of his shoulders.

"Angela, that would be incredible." Jake said, "But don't think I will take it easy on you. I intend to pass you in points and beat your bra off this season." He told her with a smirk, leaning closer. "Maybe I might be able to win that blowjob you offered."

He took a big sip from his beer, "That thong bruised my balls, by the way. Fuck those things."
 
the excited look in his eyes when she mentioned the car warmed her hear. It was like watching a child at Christmas.

"I wouldn't get my hopes up yet Jake. As I said, it works, its not fast. I never passed 4.5 in it. So that blow job is not guaranteed." There was something else that was fueled in that moment. She felt a stirring within her that she not expect.

The mischievous spark in his eyes as he spoke and the excitement in his voice stirred something within her. She gently rested her hand on his, playfully.

"And Jake, us girls wear thongs like that all the time. Its not that bad."

She took a long draw from her beer.
 
Jake smiled as she put her hand in his. "I'll have the guys refurbish the engine and remodel the frame, it'll be a lot of work but way cheaper than a whole new car. It will be awesome I promise." He squeezed her hand.

Then he laughed at her thong comment, "You girls don't have nuts that why. I felt like it was going slice me in half."

Jake looked at her and shifted himself closer, until they were sitting against each other, "You know Angela, we need to be very careful otherwise people might think we are friends." He told her, softly.

He looked into her eyes, almost leaning in to kiss her. He should stop, he knew he should stop, but he wanted to see what she would do.
 
"We can be friends Jake, Just not out there. " She motioned with her head out the tinted window.

His closeness caught her breath, What was happening to her. Out there she had nothing for hate for him. His cocky attitude, the cat calls from his crew. But here, alone, just the two of them it was a different story. He was kind, human, almost childlike in his attitude.

She could feel the warmth of his leg up against her's. It was thrilling. She felt her heart race.

"Yea, and I'm glad I can help. I have a lot I don't use. Its just wasteful. "
 
Jake nodded, "Secret friends then." He teased, nudging her leg. "So can I ask you a question? What made you pUT out the offer for a blowjob? I mean that wasn't something g u ever would have suggested and I damn sure wasn't going to turn it down. But did that mean that there is a part of you...." His hand places on her knee and slowly slid up her thigh. "That actually wants to give me a little taste?" He smirked
 
She smiled at his question. It was one she herself was not even sure about why she had decided on it. The feeling of him pressed up against her was almost too much.

She blushed a bit. “I'm not sure why I would put that on the table.” she cleared her throat as she took a sip of her beer. The room started to feel warmer as she fumbled though the answer. “I think I wanted to find something that would frazzle you for the race.” Her eyes turned to him. “You know, gotta play a little dirty here and there.” she raised an eyebrow.

She could feel him pressing in closer. She let her hand rest on his arms as it caressed up her leg.
 
Jake was a little saddened by this. He had actually hoped that Angela secretly wanted him. The same way he wanted her sexy ass to bounce in his lap. Still there had to be something there, some part of her that wanted him even if she wouldn't admit it.

Jake suddenly grinned bright and wide. He jumped to his feet and spun toward her. "Okay then I want a new bet. But this time we up the stakes. You said that back up car wasn't fast right? Well if I fix it up and beat you with it at the next race in Dallas you and I are going to fuck. And you have to let me cum where ever I want." He told her pointing at her.
 
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