Amy had trained at their ring, and met a couple of new guys. Funny though, no girls. But
that didn't suprise her. Tonight she had a big race meet, and the dark one, Matt, was tagging
along. He'd always been a good boy, she could tell that much, and she really didn't think he'd
fit in. But she would. And she would make him fit in.
She pulled on pink wifebeater top with black baggy pants. Her hair was a curly mess, and she pulled
a brush through it a coupla times before giving up. Some fetish make-up later, and Amy was ready to go.
The doorbell rang, and she answered the door to Matt, who was dressed in a white top with no sleeves and
dark jeans. He could of worn worse, she supposed. She let him in and tied up her hair. 'So what, am I
actually gonna be riding w' you tonight?' he asked, running a hand through his hair. She nodded. 'If ya
want. I warn you though, I go pretty fast. I don't have any race planned, but we'll see how it goes.
It's just like a big party, you'll love it.'. And with that, she picked up the car keys, and they went.
Arriving at the race was cool. She skidded round into her space, and looked at Matt. He was kinda shaken.
She arched a dark eyebrow. 'You ain't seen nuthin yet.'. They got out and were greeted by people everywhere.
Music was blasting, and fires were burning. There were guys popping the hood, and, Matt noticed, making a
pass at Amy. Didn't work though - this chick was way too tough.
One guy, build like a bodybuilder, approached her. Matt sat on the car roof next to them as he came over.
'What's a girlie like you doing in a rough joint like this?' he drawled. Amy rolled her eyes. 'Is that the
best you can do? Put your money where your mouth is.'. He licked his lips. 'OK. But if I win? I get you.'.
that didn't suprise her. Tonight she had a big race meet, and the dark one, Matt, was tagging
along. He'd always been a good boy, she could tell that much, and she really didn't think he'd
fit in. But she would. And she would make him fit in.
She pulled on pink wifebeater top with black baggy pants. Her hair was a curly mess, and she pulled
a brush through it a coupla times before giving up. Some fetish make-up later, and Amy was ready to go.
The doorbell rang, and she answered the door to Matt, who was dressed in a white top with no sleeves and
dark jeans. He could of worn worse, she supposed. She let him in and tied up her hair. 'So what, am I
actually gonna be riding w' you tonight?' he asked, running a hand through his hair. She nodded. 'If ya
want. I warn you though, I go pretty fast. I don't have any race planned, but we'll see how it goes.
It's just like a big party, you'll love it.'. And with that, she picked up the car keys, and they went.
Arriving at the race was cool. She skidded round into her space, and looked at Matt. He was kinda shaken.
She arched a dark eyebrow. 'You ain't seen nuthin yet.'. They got out and were greeted by people everywhere.
Music was blasting, and fires were burning. There were guys popping the hood, and, Matt noticed, making a
pass at Amy. Didn't work though - this chick was way too tough.
One guy, build like a bodybuilder, approached her. Matt sat on the car roof next to them as he came over.
'What's a girlie like you doing in a rough joint like this?' he drawled. Amy rolled her eyes. 'Is that the
best you can do? Put your money where your mouth is.'. He licked his lips. 'OK. But if I win? I get you.'.