So as you probably already know, most of the things you read in this story are fiction (obviously) and the whole attempting to boost cars and what not should definitely not be something you should try at home. It's illegal, and I don't know much beyond what I read but I know you will go to jail for it, so just know that I have warned you not to do this-this is fake stuff I write about, don't go out and try to do it yourself. Or, alternatively, if you do try it and don't end up in jail, tell me how you did it because I love having real life experiences happen in my stories!
Chapter 6: Test Run
Over the years, Brittany has discovered the strange phenomenon where most people who don't live in Las Vegas are always under the impression that the weather is forever a nice and sunny perfect temperature. They seem to forget the fact that it's technically a desert they are surrounded by. A desert.
It's funny to Brittany though, to watch the tourists practically melt on the strip when the sun reaches its peak in the middle of May and it is nearing over one hundred degrees out. It's funny because some people just really don't know how to handle the heat.
What's even funnier, however, is the person that's absolutely dying from heat at the moment is Santana, as she walks alongside Brittany on their quest to find a very specific and special car to boost this bright and sunny afternoon. Normally, one would think that boosting in midday in the center of the busiest part of the city is asking for it, but it's a fight night tonight so that means way more drunk people in way more areas. The cops are too focused on controlling all the activities leading up to the fight, and trying to prevent riots, that they're less likely to have a lot of force out there paying attention to who's driving what, or who's lurking where. And besides, Brittany's a professional and it's not like she hasn't done this before.
"God this heat is insane." Santana speaks up, or rather whines, from Brittany's right side and she cocks her head in the woman's direction, thankful for the set of aviators that cover her eyes. She can't imagine how Santana can be burning up in the outfit, or lack thereof, that she's currently sporting. Even Brittany's still curious if Santana's actually wearing top. In fact, she's been wondering the same thing for about the last ten minutes: Is it a top or is it just a bikini that's made to look like a top, except without the, you know, material hanging down to cover up Santana's midsection. Not that Brittany wants that to happen, because she could grill some serious shish kabobs on how hot the woman's abs are. Plus, the ridiculously short skirt Santana has on really leaves nothing to the imagination there. It's a hopeless endeavor for Brittany to try to ignore it all. And she's definitely not passing up a chance to tease the girl relentlessly.
They're acquaintances now, and she has fun pushing Santana's buttons, so why not?
"I thought you were from Miami?" Brittany calls over her shoulder and gives Santana's body another slow up and down moment of admiration, immediately afterwards she takes a moment to glare at the guy that passes them and flashes his own look of admiration in Santana's direction. He must see the thin line of Brittany's lips that suggest he'd better not mess with her, or Santana, because he is quick to avert his eyes from Santana's backside and scramble away drunkenly.
"Just because I grew up in Miami does not mean I am inclined to handle this heat." Santana retorts, taking a moment to fan herself and flick her head in such a manner that it flows in the dry air like it were part of a shampoo commercial and falls perfectly over her shoulders. Brittany's surprised that Santana hasn't caused a traffic jam yet, then again there was that one moment earlier where she heard squealing brakes and screeching tires when Santana dropped her little clutch on the sidewalk and had to bend down to get it. Brittany's not going to lie, her jaw definitely almost dropped to the concrete when that happened (she's only human, okay?)
"But it's hot in Miami." Brittany deadpans.
Santana pauses in her stride and looks up directly into Brittany's eyes, or at least she would be looking directly in them if they weren't covered by really dark and tinted aviators, which thank god for that! After evaluating Brittany for a moment, and deciding that nothing's wrong with her (Brittany assumes), Santana begins her strut down the sidewalk again, pausing only when she reaches Brittany's side.
"I grew up in air conditioned homes and cool air intake cars. I was rarely subjected to the heat. Besides that, we had a beach and an ocean nearby when I wanted to take a dip to cool off. So no, I'm not used to this heat yet, and you're just going to have to deal with it." Santana says as she bops Brittany on the nose as she passes, giving a little added wink for good measure. There goes Brittany's jaw again.
"Yes ma'am." Brittany mumbles, taking a deep breath and trying to think of the least sexiest things in the world, like jock straps or Mike in a day dress with silk gloves pulled up to his elbows, as she follows after Santana, she only hopes that the thoughts will be enough, but she's almost positive that they won't be.
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"Shit Santana." Brittany groans. "That's really hot."
She immediately pulls her hand back from the burning heat it's just come into contact with, she's a little embarrassed that such a thing could make her flinch, but hey not everyone always brings their A game under every single condition.
"You're the one that said you wanted to touch it."
Brittany frowns at the woman's words, sensing how quickly their entire dialogue is starting to sound like some kind of really badly written porno. Like the ones which happen just before the random, and totally awkward, bald 'plumber' shows up at the strangely half naked woman's house to 'assist' her with her pipe issues. So lame. Not that Brittany watches that kind of porn. Or porn at all. You know what, that's totally off topic.
"I didn't think that touching the handle would burn quite like that." Brittany reiterates and Santana chuckles at the woman's tone before she reaches out in front of her, hand wrapped in the handkerchief she just happened to have tied to the single belt loop on her itty-bitty little short skirt and grips the car doors metal handle. Adjusting the picking tool that's currently sticking out of the key jam, Santana wiggles the tool around a little until she hears the distinct popping sound of an unlocked door. Turning to grin at Brittany in victory she teases the still pouting woman next to her just a little more.
"It's a metal handle Brittany, and the sun is still blazing hot and shining directly on the car and the handle. It's going to burn a little."
Brittany rolls her eyes but shrugs, surprising herself at just how tolerable she's becoming to taking Santana's repartee. Whereas before she'd throw harsh words back in her face, now Brittany simply lets it slide and even finds herself smiling slightly in Santana's direction. Still, she doesn't like to be pushed around, not by anyone ever -even if Santana's the only person she's ever been this nice to outside of Quinn.
"Whatever angel face. We'll call it beginners luck for you. But snap snap before someone notices we obviously don't have the keys to this beaut."
"Oh sweetie, I don't need luck when it comes to boosting cars." Santana says with a flourish of her eyelashes that gets Brittany's heart racing before she turns back to the door handle and pulls on it, "Watch and learn."
Before Brittany knows it, Santana is slipping her barely clad ass into the exceptionally slick looking Maserati Granturismo and working what the taller woman quickly realizes is some truly badass car magic. Brittany knows she could have boosted the car, really she could have, but when Hunter told her the car he wanted her to bring in, and to take Santana on the boost to see how capable she is, Brittany couldn't pass up the opportunity to give the feisty woman a chance at showing off her other skills.
Call it a test run of sorts if you will. Which, so far, Santana's firing 100 percent solid on all cylinders during said run.
Brittany takes a moment to admire the way Santana reaches across the center console to open the glove box. She watches the way that Santana's smooth skin stretches and flexes against her body's movements, how her already short skirt rides up just a little bit higher exposing the edges of some really cute lacy panties.
Brittany's throat goes dry and a pulse makes itself known between her legs. She suspects that this woman is going to be the death of her. All she can think of doing is reaching out and feeling if that skin is as soft and smooth as it looks, which Brittany's sure it is but she wouldn't mind testing her theory. How she'd like to bypass this whole boosting the car thing and press her lips to those flexing defined abs only to follow those delicious curves down and past Santana's hips. Just thinking about it really makes Brittany-
"You coming?"
Brittany has to blink herself out of the sex thought filled haze she was just in, and at the tone of Santana's words she subtly clenches her thighs together. When she is more aware of the situation, but not any less keyed up by it, Brittany gives a nod in reply to Santana and runs around to the other side of the car. She waits patiently for Santana to unlock the door but when she reaches to open it, the locks clicks down again. Brittany furrows her eyebrows and looks into the car to see Santana giving her an expectant look.
"Unlock it!"
She hears the lock click open again. The second Brittany reaches for it this time, it locks again and she grumbles under her breath. It's not until she glances in the car and sees Santana snickering in her direction that Brittany puts two and two together and figures out that the woman is doing this all on purpose. After a few choice curses, Brittany gives up on opening the door and chooses instead to cross her arms over her chest and waits. Finally Santana unlocks the door again and when Brittany reaches down to open it, she's actually able to. With a huff she climbs into the car and plops down, still frowning and trying to show her irritation. Santana doesn't immediately start the car and when Brittany finally glances over in her direction she finds the woman sitting there with her eyebrow quirked in waiting.
"That wasn't funny."
"Kind of funny, just a little bit."
Brittany rolls her eyes, " I forgot we were in the fourth grade." She says and Santana merely chuckles before she slides her electric key proxy into the ignition and flips on the electronic switch that's hooked up to her Smartphone. Basically the fake key is hooked up to a set of wires which are plugged into a program on Santana's phone, that she herself designed with the help of her good friend and tech man David, that when programmed correctly will tell the car's computer system to work with the key as if it were the original. It's pretty ingenious actually, and Santana's damn proud of it. Brittany on the other hand is skeptical.
"Are you sure that's going to work?"
Santana just flashes her a look that questions her skepticism and punches a few buttons on the screen of her phone. In the next second, the Maserati roars to life, the deep engine purr the start of car gives shakes the frame a little. Brittany's jaw drops open, she was most certainly not expecting that. She turns to Santana again and watches as the woman locks her phone and places it carefully onto her lap, the wire stretching far enough to keep everything else in place. Santana turns to Brittany with a smug looking grin on her face.
"You were saying?" Brittany shakes her head at the other woman's blazing confidence, hard pressed to deny she doesn't admire it just a little. With a tiny hint of a smile on her face Brittany glances back in Santana's direction.
"Fine, well done princess, now can we go before the owner comes back to check on his precious beauty?"
"What makes you think this is a man's car? My money's on chick, classy one at that."
Brittany's eyebrow furrows, how that hell would Santana know that? The other woman seems to garner the blonde's confusion. She smirks again and with a light shrug of her shoulders she reaches out and pops open the passenger side glove box, leaving Brittany a little squirmy at just how close Santana's hand gets to her knee. When the compartment pops open Brittany becomes aware of the bottle of Chanel perfume that makes itself visible as well as the glossary of high scale lipsticks akin to those that you would find on the person of some elegant celebrity.
"Huh." Brittany's not going to even deny she's slightly surprised, and maybe just a little impressed. Santana giggles next to her before she presses her foot down on the gas pedal. Suddenly, the Maserati reaches an engine-revving crescendo that sends shivers down both women's spines. Brittany would be embarrassed to say that the sound, and the feeling under her body, seriously turned her on-she'd be embarrassed if it weren't the absolute truth.
Santana glances her way again and Brittany swears those penetrating brown eyes glance straight into her soul before they subtly drop a glance to her lips only to move back up to the cat like slant of Brittany's translucent blue eyes. Brittany's mouth quirks at the corner in a distinctly smug smirk because cars and a beautiful woman are her weakness and right now she's completely surrounded by that.
She sits back and lets Santana drive them back to the shop, enjoying the ride so far.
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"Can't we just take this chip out and put ours back in?" Mike asks as he hovers over the engine compartment of the Maserati with Brittany, Rory and Joe. Currently they are trying to figure out the best way to erase the EPROM, a computer chip that runs the cars programs and holds all of the performance and ownership information, and reinitiate it with all of their own info. Essentially, they want to make a clean swipe of it so that if Hunter drives it, since it is supposed to be his new car that will be replacing his long gone Mustang, he can do so without the risk of being tracked down or discovered as fraudulent.
"We can't do thut though Mike. The chip is programmed ta shut down engine systems if ya try ta remove it." Rory speaks up in his thick Irish brogue, one hand held to his head where he scratches away in hopeless thought. Mike frowns at the information. Joe looks back and forth between his counterparts trying get a grasp on exactly what they're all talking about because he's no computer whiz that's for sure. Brittany purses her lips and crosses her arms over her chest contemplating the whole matter. She figured that Hunter would have thought about all this before he sent them out to get this specific car. Then again, maybe he did it all on purpose, he's a big enough asshole to do so.
"So we take it out and we risk shutting down the entire program of the car, but we leave it in and the coppers and original owner have the ability to track us through the chips information. Either way we're pretty much screwed." Brittany elaborates and receives solemn and dejected looks from each member of her crew.
"You could always renovate the chip and program it to respond solely to a specified set of information that you upload on it. Do that and you've have absolute control of the car and you can reestablish new ownership information for it as well."
Brittany recognizes Santana's voice before she even sees the woman, and then when she does see Santana; her mind instantly blanks for a brief second. Here's a woman who epitomizes sexy in every sense of the word and who knows how to flaunt the curves of her body and appeal to absolutely anyone wearing what could be described as the least sexy pair of overhauls ever over a black and white polka dotted strapless bikini top. Her hair falls in waves around her shoulders and perched on her nose are the most adorable pair of square black-rimmed glasses. It doesn't really surprise Brittany that despite the outfit, and the fact that no one else could get away with it, Santana looks sexier than ever and Brittany finds her throat going dry again. That is until she notices that the other three people that are gawking at the woman in the corner like they've never seen a woman before in their lives.
Brittany's eyes narrow at her crewmembers before they flit back to Santana who is now casually leaning against the doorframe entrance to the shop with an amused look on her face. She's obviously very aware of the fact she can do wonders to anyone with any outfit that shows off any part of her body. Damn, this woman's good. Brittany takes a step forward uttering the first words that have been said since Santana spoke what feels like hours ago.
"Let's say for a second that what you're suggesting would work, how would you propose to do that because I don't know if Rory is capable of such a task, merely because he didn't suggest that in the first place."
Santana smiles in Brittany's direction and pushes herself off the wall to stride into the room, sure to put her hands in her overhaul pockets so that her chest pushes out just that little bit more. She takes her sweet time walking over to the rest of the crew and stands right next to Brittany, so close that the taller girl can easily smell the scent that floods her senses the instant it reaches her nose. Almond and vanilla with a touch of fresh rose petals, Brittany can't think correctly for a minute.
"When you're removing the chip you have to put a replacement in, something that will act as an imitation chip until you can rewrite the other one and plug it back in. Essentially you're using the same chip that's in the car, because once you remove it you can overhaul it with all of your own information. The key is to put in a substitute one that will actually do a decent job of fooling the entire system while you work to refit the original." Santana is speaking words that Brittany has a hard time following. Sure, she spent a few months at MIT a couple years ago when she got out of high school and thought she could escape the life of boosting, but she's never quite done anything as techy as Santana is suggesting. Hell, she's still not even sure Rory is capable of pulling it off.
"And I'm sure that you have just the chip for the job?" Brittany's sure she doesn't have to actually ask the question, but the look on Santana's face suggests that it's precisely what she's waiting for the other woman to do. Sure enough, once the question is asked, a grin spreads across Santana's face and she cranes her upper body around to procure something from her back pocket. That earlier throb between Brittany's legs returns as half of Santana's practically naked body is exposed as she twists her upper body around and Brittany becomes very aware of the fact that the other woman is likely to be panty less at the moment. Being the chivalrous woman that she is, Brittany immediately shoves Rory who falls into Mike who falls into Joe and disrupts their ability to also admire Santana's goodies.
The angry looks that they flash her when they finally catch their balance and Santana has turned back around are totally worth it to Brittany.
"It's something that my tech man David and I have been working on for a while now. We just haven't had time to boost the necessary car to try it out on yet." Santana says as she holds out a replica of a car computer chip in her hand to Brittany. The taller woman takes it from her hand and looks it over, giving it a shrug before she hands it to Rory who looks at it, and Santana, in awe before he plugs it in his computer and taps a few buttons.
"This 'ill work Brit'any." He says a moment later with a nod and a childlike grin spreading across his face. "It's a might brilliant Ms. Santana." Rory says as he turns to look at Santana, who smiles thankful in return, and Brittany can tell the boy is about to fanboy and gush all over her some more if given the chance so she steps in (to save Santana from that awkwardness, of course).
"Thanks Rory, how about you work on that with Mike and Joe can run and grab the paint supplies that we'll need for the embellishment we will have to perform on the car if you can properly refit the program chip."
Rory knows better than to argue with his boss, and in his eyes Brittany is the only boss. He also recognizes when the woman is quite obviously, but not in so many words, telling him to back off of Santana. So with a nod to Brittany, Rory turns to Mike and they set about their reprogramming. Mike will handle the mechanics of the job and Rory the technical stuff. Joe also nods to Brittany and scrambles off and out of the garage, barely giving a second look at Santana. Brittany realizes one tiny little flaw in her plan; now she is essentially standing here alone with Santana, and she really has no idea what she wants to say to the other woman.
"Well, good luck with that. I have to go meet up with Puck about something, so if you need any help with anything that's where you can find me." Santana suddenly speaks up and Brittany whips her head in the woman's direction. Brittany tries to ignore the snickers she can hear coming from Mike behind her, while she also desperately attempts to prevent the flush that she can feel starting to spread across her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Damn her fair skin!
She decides not to reply in any manner that would give Santana the satisfaction of knowing she's flustered Brittany, replying with a simple, "Thanks doll, I think we can handle it from here." And receiving a raised eyebrow from Santana in return before the other woman shrugs and turns to leave. Brittany breathes a sigh of relief at that being over. A few seconds later she feels Mike walk over and stand next to her.
"Bet you hate being schooled by a girl." Mike says and Brittany turns to glare at him and Mike shrugs. "First she almost beat you in that first race-"
He's cut off by Brittany interjecting with, "Key word, almost." Which he rolls his eyes at before he continues his thought process.
"But still. Then she beat you in the other mysterious race that you refuse to say anything else about except she won and you wrecked Hunter's car."
"She did win, barely, but she won so that's why I'm letting her stay." Brittany says so quickly she knows it sounds sketchy. She has fears that sometimes she's trying too hard. She's never really been good at lying, and it's especially hard to have had to tell Hunter, and the rest of her crew, that Santana beat her in a race they didn't get to see (even though she didn't) because she didn't want to have to kick the other woman and her crew out.
Brittany figures she owes Santana at least a little something still.
"Like I said, I bet you hate being schooled by a girl."
"I am a girl numbnuts so that insult really has no effect on me." Brittany replies with a roll of her eyes as she turns from her friend and picks up a wrench. Mike studies her for a moment before he softly shrugs his shoulders again.
"Then it's something else that you're refusing to talk about. Either way Pierce, just remember your own advice." Mike tells her and turns back to go help Rory complete their side of the project. Brittany huffs at Mike's words, even though she knows he speaks the truth. Her own advice that he's telling her to follow: don't ignore that incessant pull of somebody who is as good at doing the things you love as you are.
And right now, Santana's pulling pretty damn hard.
So I was just writing the second scene of the story (the innuendo laden one) when some of the guys that were sitting in the booth next to me started talking about really some bad porn they had recently watched and I thought it would be terrible to add that to my story. So I did it anyway. It was intended to be funny and not offensive. Humor me and tell me about it (C what I did thar?) if you feel like it. Regardless, thank you all once again and always!