Qualifying

With the pit crew positions all fill (much like Penelope's orifices were) we could not concentrate on qualifying for the big race. The look her pink car received as it was unloaded from the transport was priceless

"Hey look a wind up car been entered into qualifying!"

"Now see har sir!, I'll have you know that the Compact Pussycat can outrace anything made since the early fifties!" As she walked into view of her fellow drivers, making many heads spin to catch sight of the person behind the voice. Without saying anything more she jumps in and drives to the track entrance.

Waiting for the officials to release her, the flag drops as she approaches the start line. Like a pin streak she's off and 39.8845 seconds later she's taking the flag as the driver watching jaws drop to the track surface.

They race to the officials who busy checking out the Compact Pussycat many of the screaming "That an illegal car!' as well as other things about it and Penelope. The officials conclude their inspection and declare the Compact Pussycat legal as well as the pole sitter for this years Daytona 500. all the drivers on hand start to complain but suddenly shuts up as Penelope unzips her race suit baring a white tank top that barely hides her breasts

"Now boys are you all complaining about lil' ole me?" batting her eyelashes at the assembled drivers. Turning then sashaying away, her hips and ass being watched by every male at track side. The air render not by the roar of race engine but by sighs and "Goddamn!"