A Time Attack Car He Built From A Salvaged Mazda RX8

As I pull up, I take a good look at his car, his paint job is clean, it's not the most expensive or fastest, but his mods are top notch, his suspension, the way he can corner, and the acceleration on the straights means he's never lost a race against me since finishing his most recent mod. I've come close, I'm defiantly the better driver, but he has proven he's the better mechanic, how he even got that much boost into that engine I'll never be able to tell you. My one saving grace is that he never fixed his high end issue, he can't maintain the speed I can.

He's put in so much work his Mazda RX8 that you can't tell it was once sent to the Salvage Yard. It was a hidden Diamond, if you listened to him talk.

I'd been one of his detractors when he brought it to a meet after just barley getting it running, it was still pissing coolant all over the place at the time, and told everyone his plans for it, but now those words and jokes are ash in my mouth.

As I step out of my car, Alex is quick to greet me and my not quite stock 350z.

"So are you ready to lose, or do you have something else to make the bet interesting? If you do I might be willing to go easy on you today." Alex says grinning

"Oh come on, we both know how this is gonna end and I'll be sure to make your defeat and ridiculous as you made mine." I counter.

"I'd like to see you prove that. So let's make this interesting."

"Ok, what's the bet."

"Well I decided that if your going to be sending pictures like a sluttly girlfriend you might as well look the part more, loser of this race has to keep their body and face free from hair." Alex answers.

"That's it, that's the whole bet?" I question

"Yep, that's the whole bet."

"What no embarrassing outfit, or something like that. If that's the case I want you to have to wear panties too if I win. Because I'd still be stuck in mine if you won.

"Don't tempt me or give me ideas, wait, do give me ideas, we have to think ahead to you losing next week's race as well." Alex smirks, "And you want the benefit of winning two races for one?"

"Shouldn't be a concern if you're so confident."

"Your on. Pit Bunny."

"Dude stop calling me that."

"Alright Princess."

"Well whatever, just tell me, are you gonna back up all this talk."

"Lets get the race started and you can find out."

"I'm gonna win, and you're gonna give me the money back for these damn panties, they're the worst."

"Not happening, you didn't make it part of the bet. Now get in your car and show me your not just a bag of hot air."

He always has to have the last word.

We both step back into our cars, and take our places at the improvised starting line.

As always the entrance to the development we use as our starting and ending point is empty, the money for it dried up before anything could be built except the foundations, it was supposedly had its entrance locked up years ago but one of the guys picked locks 6 months ago and no one ever came out to re-lock it let alone check on it. The Course was The inner and outer ring, then the road to and from the next actually developed suburb. This was all technically Illegal but the cops didn't seem to care as long as we didn't go into downtown>

There was a rumor that our friend that found this place and set this up paid off the police chief, but the truth was he was the guys spoiled kid.

"3...2...1...go" we count down as the single street light going into it is about to change and hit the gas.

We're off, and immediately the race is a close match, Alex's car is faster, and his modifications let him handle the curves of the 'track' much better, but my car is still has a faster top speed, He has the powers but its all right off the line, anytime he takes it too aggressive his cooler can't keep up with the boost at high revs for very long. It works out about even and as long as I can block him out on the speed up out of the first turn I'll have a chance, if i can keep him blocked out I'll have it in the bag.

Alex keeps trying to get around me but I Keep cutting him off and block the lanes, I manage to Keep my lead almost till the end, I've even managed a to put a little distance once we were on the last straight away, that is until I see that Alex's car starting to scream like a turbo is about to blow, I think this might be my cherry on top, all of a sudden the sound gets louder but instead of slowing down his car speeds up dramatically, he goes from being behind by a hundred meters to beating me by over 50.

'Shit, guess I'll be shaving like when I was a swimmer, wonder how that's going to feel under the panties.' I shake my head to clear the thought.

I come to a stop where Alex is now waiting, ready to hear him gloat. I roll down the window. "So I guess you finally fixed your high end issues?"

"Yep." Alex Pops the 'P' then sticks his head in , " And hey, congrats, you guessed right, I would win this race and **** you to shave, I hope you still have your shaving razors." he says almost apologetically, quickly changing tone to teasing.

He's staring so close I can almost see myself reflected in his eyes. He knows what panties I'm currently wearing and knows that it bothers me that he knows.