What's next?

A bet is made

Cheers rang around the garage as the official result flashed up on the screen:

Lando Norris (McLaren)
Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing)
Oscar Piastri (McLaren)

Engineers spilled out into the pitlane as the two papaya cars parked up, and the drivers jumped out to celebrate with their team. The British national anthem echoed around the Miami circuit as Lando raised aloft his trophy on the podium, and there was another round of cheers as champagne was sprayed.

The cameras recorded all of the excitement, but there was one person conspicuously quiet. Bianca Bustamante loitered at the crowd, trying her best to be happy for her teammates, but secretly cursing Verstappen for not being able to make his overtaking move stick with 5 laps to go. Lando and Oscar hadn't said anything about their bet, and the teenager was sure that it had only been a joke; but she wouldn't be able to relax until the cameras stopped rolling.

When everyone returned to the garage, Bia hitched a smile onto her face, and greeted the drivers.

"Congratulations!" she grinned, hugging Lando.

Her worst fears were confirmed when the Brit leaned down, brushed aside her brown hair, and whispered into her ear.

"I can't wait to see your tits later."

Oscar's eyes twinkled as he embraced the blushing girl; her chest heaved below her polo shirt, and by the expression on her face and the redness of her cheeks, the Australian knew that until a few moments ago, Bia had thought the wager had been a joke. His eyes lingered on her bare limbs and sneaker-clad feet; in a few hours, he'd be dressed in something much cooler than his race suit, and the Fillipina would be dressed in her birthday suit.

Thinking that she had escaped from the cameras, Bia found a quiet corner to let her emotions spill out. Surely they were still joking? She'd watched ENF TV, and sympathised with all the beautiful women who had been **** to get their kit off. But they were fully grown women; she was still a teen! They wouldn't do that to her? Right?