A Race Into Time

Wyatt always looked foward to getting his Monte Carlo set up for racing. The 700 hp motor moving the car along at speeds of 180-200 mph always gave him a rush, he also knew he had a strong car to backup his skills as a driver. This was going to be his year he felt certian of it. "I'm going to win Daytona, I have the car to beat." Wyatt thought to himself as he climbed into the car. After he recieved some final instructions from his crew chief Wyatt started the car and felt the power surge through the car and through his own body filling him with energy. Wyatt drove down pit row and when he recieved clearenc he pulled onto the track and started his laps around the track. "Looking good Wyatt!" The words came through his headset from his crew chief Bob. "Yeah! It feels good too. A real strong car!" Wyatt responded eagerly to his crew chief.

Wyatt made a pit stop or two to make some very minor adjustments to the car, tire pressure, a wedge, then back out onto the track. Wyatt felt this car was ready for anything. As Wyatt's car headed for the finish line a sudden fog dropped onto the track. This wasn't any ordinary fog, Wyatt couldn't see the stands and he took his foot off the gas but didn't touch the breaks. He hoped the other drivers did the same. "Bob! What gives, I can't even see the track." Carefully Wyatt moved the car towards the infield to get off the track safely. "That's funny," Wyatt thought, "Bob didn't respond." Out loud Wyatt asked Bob for assistance and still did not recieve an answer. Muttering aloud Wyatt said, "I've got to get to the infield, theres something wrong with my radio." Wyatt felt his car move from the course onto the infield grass when his radio came alive again. "What the hell are you doing on the grass you dam fool!" Wyatt was surprised. "Who's this?" he asked since he didn't recognize the voice at all. It was a female's voice. The voice replied, "If you have a problem with the car get your ass in to the pits now!" Wyatt shook his head when he finally realized that the fog had cleared just as quickly as it appeared. He saw that pit row was just a few yards from where he stopped so he put the car back in gear and headed in to the pit.

After he came to a stop Wyatt climbed out of the car and was confronted by a very attractive young lady in a tight fitting outfit. "Just what do you think you were doing out there jackass!" She started to yell at him. Wyatt put up his hand and said. "Hang on there sis, who the hell are you? Where's Bob?" The young woman looked at him questioningly. "Bob? Who's Bob?" she asked. "My crew chief." Wyatt responded. The young woman looked closer at Wyatt and realized something wasn't right. "Who are you? What did you do to my driver?" Wyatt was begining to think this jok went to far. "This isn't funny lady, where's Bob? In fact where is everyone?" Then he felt very much affraid. "I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore, or Daytona either for that matter." Wyatt watched as the young woman removed her helmet to reveal a blondish-red hair and blue eyes. Her face could have been the face of any model. "This isn't my car." The woman said pointing at Wyatt's. "Your right, it's my car. You still haven't told me what the hell is going on." From the looks of things Wyatt was sure that this woman knew less than he did. "You better come with me. My name is Jill, I'm the owner, crew chief of this...,well never mind." Wyatt introduced himself. Jill said she had to talk to the "Professor" to find out what happened. Wyatt noticed how well the jumpsuit fit the young woman who confronted him, and didn't he catch a hint of flesh? Wyatt may not have known what was going on but he could feel his cock stir inside of his pants.