Not even close

As the two hot bodied beauties stood staring at each other; Donna wide eyed and Rafaela grinning evilly and licking her lips; the Judge made his way over to present the statuesque, busty, Latina with the two titles to the two cars, per the rules. She'd won fair and square and in spite of the Judge, like everyone else assuming that Julio was the driver, the title to the Dodge had Rafaela's name on it and she's had driven the race and won, so by their rules no trickery was involved. Donna had never questioned who her opponent was, like the the rest of them she'd just assumed.

The crowd watched as awe as the smug Latina snapped her fingers and the crowd went quiet, as she smugly commanded, "Put up, or shut up Gringa Punta; on your knees or welsh on a bet! Which will it be?"

Donna knew that the everyone was awaiting her answer, if she tried to break and run the guys might not interfere, but then she was pretty sure half of them were perverts who'd been looking forward the day she lost, so they might block her path, but she knew for certain the girls would take this chance to get some payback for the times she'd teased and taunted them and their boyfriends and she wouldn't be shown any mercy by the bitch's! Knowing she was helpless, she dropped to her knees admitting her defeat which made the crowd roar with approval. As Donna handed over her keys. Keys that Rafaela accepted, without missing a beat tossed over her shoulders to the other side of her Dodge Charger where Julio caught them.

"An early Christmas Present, Brother," she purred.

With a smile on her lips, Rafaela reached back into her Dodge and pulled something from the door panel, it was a collar and leash, that Donna soon found encircling her neck, as she was allowed back to her feet and lead around while, the Latina accepted the congratulation on her victory from the races and especially from the girlfriends and female hangers on of the racers who'd really wanted to the HOT blonde taken down. Lot of questions about her plans were asked but Rafaela never gave. straight answer, just replying that she loved good race.

But the evening festivities were soon to be broken up when the wail of Police sirens, and the sight of flashing lights coming their way. Rafaela spun on her heels and gave the leash a tug as Donna was **** to follow and everyone was racing for their cars to get away before the Police got there and started ticketing people for street racing. While cars took off in all directions usually to met by a road block before the cleared this industrial area of wide long empty streets, since the industries had left and semi trucks no longer fill the streets. But many of the long abandoned Industrial plants still sit empty and that where Rafaela sent her car, around back of one plant, though and overhead door and into the cavernous space, down the length of the building and then turned toward a huge tarp, marked all sorts Warnings of Asbestos Hazard and Dangerous Chemical Toxin's!

Donna expected to crash into a mountain of 55 gallon drums and and find the car covered in Toxic Sludge, but the area behind the tarp, that appeared to be a forth the size of the car, in fact lead into an adjoining building that had been solidly sealed to outside before Thad been abandoned.

To Donna's surprise Rafaela got out of the car and walked around and opened her door and grabbed her leash, leading her towards a small opening so they could see int the building they just came through. Donna felt the girl grab her wrists and pull them behind her back where she handcuffed Donna to a pipe that ran from the floor up into the girders above their heads. "Watch and Learn, Gringa. Oh, and be very quiet, unless you want to see if the Police will still body search you in that outfit, while I make my get-away."

Donna clamped her mouth shut she saw the flashing lights of a Police Cruiser roll through the building they'd just come through, its spotlight checking shadows for any signs of hidden cars full of racers.

Meanwhile; Donna's Corvette slipped through the Police blockade with the help of knowledge and the color shifting pain and Julio's sedate driving and the Corvette's civilized behavior when the twin turbo's weren't cranked all the way up in 'Racing Mode', letting your foot off the gas is sometimes better than attempting to outrun everything on the road.