Fun at the Raceway

"Racers! Start your engines! Are you ready for a barrel full of fun? Ready to race away at the speed of light? Then head down to Roxy Raceway and challenge your friends with beating Roxy's time!" The advert cried out. Roxy could hear it from her dressing room as she combed her hair. She looked hearing the sound of her own voice and the sound of people cheering at the advert only served to stroke her ego.
"Hehe, beat my time? No chance" she giggled with a smirk to herself as she looked up into her dressing room mirror. She looked stunning, as always but not perfect enough for her standards. Her hair wasn't quite brushed enough, her big chest wasn't looking its best. She stood up and used her hands to press her flexible rack up and together. She loved how her breasts looked but they needed a little something? Maybe a small polish to really make them eye catching. Not that she worried, she had plenty of time until she was next needed on the showtime stage. That was until the Guard came into her room.
"Roxy, your needed at the raceway, last minute birthday party has been booked for a young adult who apparently is a big fan of yours. They get here in 2 hours so you need to make sure its ready and clear out everyone else." Roxy didn't take kindly to hearing this.
"Me?! Cleaning after kids? We have S.T.A.F.F bots for that! Get them to do it, I'm not ready" she huffed. The guard gave her a glare, Roxy was always a handful to order around.
"The S.T.A.F.F bots are all busy, fully timetabled elsewhere as we didn't expect this. Now go!" She boomed. Reluctantly Roxy stood up, looking at herself in the mirror one last time before smiling and heading out. Normally she would have told the guard to go fuck herself but given that it was a party for "a big fan" she couldn't let them down.