Street racing is an art. A dangerous art. You need to be precise, you need to commit and most of all you need to have a really nice car. If you don’t have any of those, you can lose a race and/or lose your life.
I own a 2007 Subaru WRX Sti, the Hawkeye as it’s dubbed, and I’ve sunk more or less 10 grand into it. It’s bumblebee yellow and black with a carbon fiber hood, and the last time I took it on the Dyno it puts out about 450 whp and 315 lbs. of torque. It’s eye catching, that’s for sure, and I never back down from a race.
The car scene in my city isn’t as big as, say, Los Angeles or Miami. There’s a few of us here and we know each other very well, but not enough that we’re best friends or anything.
So I’m coming home from a meet, a brisk Saturday night at about 1AM. I usually drive relaxed and chill, not doing anything crazy. That is until a pair of bright blue Xenon headlights came in from behind me. I thought it was someone that wanted to get ahead, and me driving the actual speed limit I decided to go into the right lane and allow this driver to pass. But no, it followed me to the right. I finally get it.
The driver puts on the hazard and flashed the high beams at me. The OG signal for a challenge. I put on my hazards myself as a form of accepting the challenge.
This is the chase, where I try to lose the other car. If I’m overtaken, I have a minute to catch up and overtake the other driver. If I don’t, it’s a lost and by the racer rule, I’m subjected to a humiliating task by the other driver.
So I shifted into 3rd gear, at 60 mph and I firmly pressed on the gas. I kept my eye up front, shifting my eyes from each mirror every few second and the rear view as well. I kept my eye on the lights, it’s a Xenon blue lights so it’s easy amongst the yellows that regular car has.
Once my speed came up to 80, I shift into 4th. It’s still behind me, uncomfortably close. So close, I can’t even see the headlights. I feel like it’s just playing with me.
Then it was gone, and the next thing I knew it’s sitting next to me. A fuchsia pink Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution (Evo)! No fucking way, I haven’t seen that type of car in so long! I’m not losing to a goddamn Evo, fuck that noise!
For the uninitiated, the Sti and the Evo has had a long running feud. They’re both sedans, both all-wheel drive and are both turbo charged. The Evo died in 2015 when Mitsubishi shifted its focus to economy friendly sedans.
I pressed the gas harder, slithering into my right as I came up pretty fast into a car up front. The Evo enjoyed a pretty barren lane, but it didn’t pull up! It’s playing with me! Fuck whoever is driving.
I realized I couldn’t catch up to them. They’ve sunk too much money into their car, it probably has about 600 whp. If there’s corners and shit, I wouldn’t have lost. I drove up behind and flashed my lights. The Evo puts on its hazard for 1 blink, then the turn signal and we both left for the nearest exit.
We both pulled up into a Walmart, a practically empty parking lot since it’s pretty late. The Evo parked and so did I alongside it.
I approached the front of the car, the headlights shining at me so brightly then this asshole decided to put on its high beams. The cabin is pretty dark, I could barely who is inside the damn thing. The engine revved a couple of times and even joked about running me over. I was ready to jump over the hood.
My phone chimed and I took it out. An unfamiliar number and it reads “You’re slow.”
Its from Evo. “I furiously texted, ‘I’m not slow, you’re just faster. How’d you get my number?’ and looked into the car. Still too dark for me to see. The car revved a few times and peeled out.
“See you next time, *cabrón.”*
Fuck! I’m not really angry, just frustrated. How’d this guy get my number anyway? I saved the number, though, named it ‘Evo’ on account of the car.
***
The next car meet I’m talking with some of the guys, asking about the fuchsia pink Evo and no one seems to know. No one has ever heard of this mysterious Evo driver.
“Dude, you lost a race? What’s your punishment?” said one of the guys, Lem, as he gave me a nudge.
“I dunno man, Evo never left the car and just ghost texted me, saying they’ll see me around.”
“Man, Pedro got a fucking keeper yo!” Lem said aloud and all the other guys hooted and hollered at me.
A keeper is someone who ‘keeps’ the task and then cash it out later for either something big (like, say taking some drugs across state lines) or a series of task to be done. I’m hoping I won’t end up in a federal prison by next month.
Yeah, my name is Pedro, but I go by Row most of the time. Americans pronounce it funny, well funny to my ears, and I can’t really blame them but I like how my parents pronounce it. I’m Filipino and I immigrated here with my mother when I was 10 so I’m still fluent in Tagalog, but I’m 26 now and I feel like I’m starting to loose it.
So I’m driving home, a long night of talking with my car buddies and shooting the breeze and what do I find but Evo on my tail again, with it’s hazard lights going on and flashing it’s brights.
Again my ass is thoroughly whupped. Evo killed me in the straights, and since it’s a highway I can’t really keep up. Again I’m asked to exit out and again we parked in some empty parking lot since it’s about 2AM at this time.
I stood before the Evo and it’s engine roared at me, then another text message.
“Still slow, see you next time *cabrón*.”
Then it peeled away.
***
I’m honestly not even bothering to get up. I stayed in my apartment the next Saturday night and just caught up in my backlog of movies, anime episodes and other shit. I’m sitting there eating some hot pockets and I didn’t realize my phone blowing up.
“Huh, 1AM,” I said as I looked up at the clock. I took my phone to find a slew of text messages from Evo.
“You’re avoiding me? Coward.”
A bunch of text along those lines. I ignored it and went about my night, eventually falling asleep on the couch with a half eaten Hot Pocket next to me.
***
Monday morning came and I’m about to go to work in the hospital. I work there as one of the case manager and I usually come in at around 9AM or so. I got to the parking lot and walked on over to the elevator when something caught my eye. Fuchsia Pink Evo!? They work here?! This is the employee garage, so that means that whomever owns that car is working here!
Now I’m on wits end. It could be anyone. It could be the environmental services staff for all I know! I’m sitting in my little corner of the unit and I must say I’m a bit paranoid.
“Hey, Row, you alright?” a familiar and gentle voice called out from behind me.
I looked over and saw Demi looking right at me with worry. She’s another case manager but for a different floor of the hospital. “Ah, yeah sorry. I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately.”
“Yeah, its tough right now. You wanna get lunch later?”
I nodded and she waved at me as she left. I watched her as she walked away, is she swinging her ass a little more than usual? Demi is Hispanic, Mexican I believe and we get along well. I’ve heard stories that Filipinos and Hispanics don’t get along which really confused me since we have so much in common. Her part of the world and my country shared a lot of things in common, thanks to Spain colonizing us, and a lot more in common than some of the other countries in South East Asia.
Demi is beautiful, we’re about the same height and we’ve gotten along great the couple of years we’ve known each other. We have a lot in common, food mostly, and our favorite topic has been what our own countries similarities are. She has long, brown side swept hair and she always wears a pair of black rimmed glasses. She has nice, juicy lips and cute, pinchable cheeks. She has a nice small button nose that sits perfectly with the rest of her face. She’s curvy, not fat or obese in any way. Her waist has a bit more to it, and her ass is nice and plump. She’s also lighter skinned than most Latina’s I’ve seen. She has maybe a C-Cup if I’m guessing it correctly and thick thighs and legs. I would ask her out in a heartbeat if she wasn’t already dating anyone, I think she’s engaged.
5PM rolls by and I’m on my way home. As I leave I hear that familiar rumble shaking the foundation of the entire parking garage, then that bright, blue light. Evo is standing there, growling at me like a mad Pitbull. Tires screeched and it zoomed past me.
“I see you,” came the text and I’m left there wondering what I ever did to this person.
***
Throughout the week I’ve been receiving text from Evo. It started off as it calling me a coward for not showing up last Saturday, but as the week went by we actually started to have a pretty normal conversation. Evo immigrated here too, but wouldn’t reveal from where and while we’re both aware that we share the same job site, Evo refused to tell me where he or she worked. I didn’t press, I’m not privileged to that information, but I’m starting have suspicions as to who it is.
Saturday came around and Evo asked me if I’m showing up. I confirmed it and he/she is glad. Because I’ve lost two races, Evo is wanting to collect. I swallowed hard, but I need to face the music.
I showed up at the meet and my car buddies are there. I say car buddy because all of us really only hang out on Saturday nights and never anytime else.
It’s finally 1AM and I said my farewells to the guys and we all went our own separate ways. I hit the highway and already I’m on high alert, fully expecting that bright blue headlights to come my way. Except Evo didn’t show up. I got stiffed! I went through the entire way looking on my rear view mirror and nothing.
Motherfucker!
Disappointed, I went back to my home only to be greeted by that damn Fuchsia Pink Evo parked in my driveway! This fucker knows where I live!? What in the hell?
The engine revved a couple of times, much louder than mine and finally Evo turned off it’s engine and the door swung open.
What came out is a lovely pair of black sneakers over some white cotton thigh highs and to some black shorts with white side stripes. She’s wearing a white spaghetti strap tank top. Her upper arm has some nice tattoo going there and she wore a black glove on her left hand.
“Demi?!” I managed to say as she approached me, “what…? you’re the Evo driver?”
“What’s up Wrex. Let me guess you didn’t like being stood up huh?”
The way she’s talking now is way different than her usual sweet demeanor at work. I’m starting to realize this is how she usually is. She grabbed me by the collar and dragged me over to my door. “You gonna invite me in or what?”
“First of all, fuck off me. Secondly, what happened to the nice girl I talk to every day? Last but not least, I have your number, is this a separate phone or something?”
She laughed, “You think our patients would appreciate me talking like this to them? Like some tomboy gangbanger?” then she reverted to that familiar voice, “or do you prefer sweet little Demi, who wouldn’t hurt a fly and talks like this? And yes, I have a personal phone and you only have my business phone. Again, are you going to invite me in or not, *cabrón*?”
I glowered at her and she only smirked. I slid my keys in and opened the door and held it wide for her. She waltzed in like she owned the place and I couldn’t help but stare at her hips swaying side by side. I shook my head to clear it, and I cleared my throat a few times for her to look at me.
“Shoes, Demi, take them off.”
She clicked her tongue and sauntered back towards me with her hips swinging. She bent over at the waist and slowly undid her laces, letting me have a good look at her nice, perky breast just peaking through the top of her shirt. She slipped off her shoes and placed it by the door.
“You’ve got a nice place. Better than mine at least.”
“What do you want, Demi?” I asked, obviously exasperated as I hung my keys over a pile of junk mail. I went over to my fridge and grabbed a can of cola, which Demi made some throat-clearing noise as well and so I got her one.
“Isn’t it good manners to offer a beverage to your visitor?”
I had to stop myself from lobbing the can to her head.
We sat together, her looking at me and around my house and taking the soda as I offered it. “You really got a nice crib here Wrex. All’s I got is a shitty apartment on the west side. It’s practically the ghettos over there.”
“Demi, you know my name, stop with the Wrex shit.”
“Hmph, sorry. Row, I’m here for your task. Guess what it is?”
“What, you want me to do your shitty paperwork? Pay for your lunch for the next year or something? Come on, let’s get this over with.”
“I want you to fucking eat my pussy.”
“Oh ok, that sounds reasonable — whaaat!?”
She’s sitting there, wearing a shit eating grin from ear to ear with her black rim glasses. She’s wearing dark eye shadows and those pointy things on the edge of her eyes, cateye or something I dunno.
“You heard me *cabrón*.”
“Aren’t you… don’t you have a boyfriend?” I reasoned. I mean, I’m down to munch on her carpet but I refuse to participate in infidelity. “I heard you got engaged too.”
“That asshole cheated on me,” she scowled as she gave me a light kick, “now I said, eat my pussy!”
I’ll be honest, I was looking forward to it. Not a day goes by that I haven’t thought of doing something like this to Demi. She slid her shorts aside, and I was surprised to find her without panties. “No, here just sit on my face,” I said with a disappointing tone to mask my giddiness.
“You’re one of those guys, huh?” she smirked and I just gave her a sigh and so she slid her shorts off. I laid down and she straddled my face. God she smelled wonderful and I hooked my arms over and really brought her down. I kissed and licked her perfect brown ass, rubbing my face all over it and sliding my tongue all around and kissing her cheeks. I slid my tongue in and slurped and licked all of her brown vagina. She’s moaning and whining, “annh, this is what it feels like? *Madre de Dios*, that feels good! For a ‘humiliating’ task, you’re enjoying this.”
She giggled and cooed, “I’ve seen you looking at me, you know. How you steal glances at me when you think I wouldn’t notice. How you’d stare at my hips and tits when I’m looking over paper work or during lunch. I mean, if you have an office I wouldn’t put it past you to bend me over your desk and fuck me there and then. I would let you too.”
“Demi, you have a nice body, I can’t help it. I gotta say I’ve been thinking about you a lot, but I know you had a boyfriend so I didn’t really say anything. Did your ex never eat you out or something, you seem to be overly sensitive”
“No, mmmmhh, he said ‘Kings don’t bow down to Queens’ or some misogynistic bullshit, ay keep going… keep going, mmmmm.”
His loss, I thought, as I start rubbing her clit and even licking her little brown asshole. That got a surprised *eep!* from her as I started pushing down on it softly. It winked at me. Oh, she’s bashful, I thought as her moans started to get even more chaotic and she started speaking Spanish. I can make out some words, but she spoke so fast I couldn’t even catch the ones I know.
She started grinding herself into me and she finally slumped down. “I… I can’t! I don’t want to make a lot of noise, so give me your dick!”
Now, I’m normally very reserved when it comes to my dick. I’m above average…. if I lived back home in the Philippines. I’m about 5.5 at least, 5.7 if I’m really aroused. Now, I can say I’m below average, or average if my engine is really fired up. I was about to protest but she’s already worked my pants down and has her hand around my dick.
“Hmmm, not too big, not too small. It’s perfect!” she purred as she rubbed it across her cheeks.
“What? You’re okay with my size?”
“Row, my last boyfriend is black. He is big, I’m not going to lie, like 10 inches or something that’s why he’s a fucking prick. He thinks women are made for him, like he’s a gift from god. I told him to be gentle with me and be slow, but that motherfucker likes to just slam me like I’m a fuckin’ kitchen drawer. Never once did he make me come, it hurts too bad! When I give him head, my jaw always hurt and he’s so forceful sometimes.”
She gave me a lick and looked back to me, “Smaller dicks are good for me and I do not judge.”
Oooh, now I really need to make this girl come. If her ex who has a BBC couldn’t make her come, then I have to step up. King my ass, a king serves the people otherwise the people revolt.
“*Mmmmphh* Row, that’s good. You know what you’re doing, *guuuk guuuk ahhhnhh,”* she licked and kissed my head, shoved the whole thing down her throat and slobbered all over me. She moaned and purred as she rubbed my tool against her cheeks and lips. “You’re a really good fit for me, I can tell that now. Hmmmmm…”
Her noises are so damn sexy, I’m trying hard not to blow my load in that beautiful mouth of hers. I’m nibbling on her labia, gentling pulling at it with my lips and I’m licking her clit and drawing circles on it. My finger is constantly teasing her clenching asshole, keeping her on edge.
Her heat is just so intoxicating, and her pheromones have gotten me drunk. I’m still eating her out, she’s moaning while she working on my cock, and just when I’m about to feel that oh-so-familiar feeling she started to shake and quiver. “Hahhn…. is this….? Oh god, this feels so good!” she whimpered as she reached back and held my arm. “Keep going….. keep going….. Row, I’m almost there!”
“Shit, I’m coming! This is what it feels like!? God uuunnngh!!” Her shrill shriek turned into such a sexy moan as her toes curled and she pressed herself against me then she eased up a little. Then she exploded as I felt a warmth wash over my face. She wailed like a banshee again as she reached the stars. She’s sitting upright, her entire weight on me, and she’s grinding herself down. Her legs are shaking and I’m trying to lap up whatever liquid she puts out.
I slapped her ass and and she went limp and slid to her side while I sat up.
“Se-second t-t-task…”
She’s looking up at me with that satisfied look on her face, and all I could do is wipe the moisture off of my face. She swallowed hard and she smiled again, “Second t-task. Come f-fuck me, Row…”
“Your ex really didn’t let you come? How long were you two together?”
“A-a y-year…. oh, that was good, Row.”
I spread her legs before me and positioned myself over her. She watched as I plunged my average tool into her, and indeed I could feel that damage he did. She’s not very tight. I mean, I can feel her, and loose would not be a correct word, but neither would tight be. Still, I just worked on her and she’s loving it. She wrapped her arms around me and she’s moaning like a goddamn pornstar.
“My… my g-spot is… is closer to the entrance. So my ex barely hits it! Oh, right there, just right there.”
“Demi, don’t take this the wrong way but some Kegel exercises would benefit you.”
She looked at me and placed a hand on my chest, “I… what do you mean?”
“I mean your ex made your vagina, um, it’s…. loose.”
She just laughed as her head rolled back. “That fucker, and no I am not offended. I am sorry, Row, that you do not find my pussy good enough.”
“Oh no, I didn’t mean it like that, Demi!”
“No, no. I’m a used woman and my pussy feels used too. Get off, my mood is gone.”
I wasn’t about to let her but she pushed me aside and I grabbed her arm. A mixture of her orgasm making her leg weak, alongside my grabbing her arm, caused her to fall backwards into me.
Her perfect little brown button landed on top of me, and my dick slipped into it. She looked back at me with a face of mixed emotions and all I could do is return the same.
She tried to come off but gave a bit of a moan as my dick started to slide off and I groaned back.
“Shit, that’s really tight!”
“You’re in my ass, Row…. *chingada madre,* you’re in my ass! Get off, it fucking hurts!” She tried to come up but her legs were weak from her previous orgasm and she just ended up falling backwards.
“Demi, you’re… you’re the one on me. Ugh, you’re the one who needs to get off.”
She kept trying to stand up but every time she ends up falling backwards and my dick just thrusted into her asshole deeper. Eventually, her pained groans became pleasured moans. She relaxed more and started rubbing her ass into me. “Wait… wait, wait Row…. Ooooh it feels good now. Keep going, Row, just be gentle.”
I slid my dick into her slow and she gives me an exotic *oooh.* She is really tight, and I appreciate her enthusiasm, and she’s making me feel like I have the biggest dick in the world right now.
She leaned back into me and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled up her shirt, revealing her perfect perky breast. I cupped them within my hands and squeezed them gently, pressing down on her nipples and then twisting and pinching them. She planted her legs on my sofa and started bouncing on my cock.
“God, you feel so good, Demi! I bet this is how your pussy felt before your cockfiend of a boyfriend came along!”
“Just… just imagine it as my pussy, Row, until I get it back to how it was.”
I started gently nibbling her neck and she turned to me and we started kissing. She started to shiver again and she got really warm as her hand started to rub her clit “I’m going to cum again, Row, just keep fucking me! I’m cumming from getting my ass fucked!”
I didn’t stop and neither did she. Her legs started to shake again so I held her thighs up and I just thrusted up to her. She gave some muffled moans as she bit into the fat of her palm, but I just took her cheeks and had her face me and I started kissing her again.
“Demi, I’m not sure how long I can last. You’re just squeezing me so tight!”
“Just let it go, Row, I want to feel you come.”
I gently inserted my index and middle finger into her pussy and started fingering her. I pressed my fingers against her roof when I drew it back and when I slid it in I pressed down on the floor. I swirled it around her chasm, touching every side of her wall. I’m guessing I pressed her buttons because she’s starting to shiver and buck against me. Immediately she started hissing and panting, looking at my straight in the eye. “Your… your fingers… oh god, this is too much for my head to handle! I feel like I’m going crazy. *Hmmmph*!”
“Think of it as orgasm’s owed.” I said after I slid my tongue into her mouth.
And she did. She started bucking against my finger and my dick harder. She closed her eyes and her breaths came in sharp and stifled. She started to curl forward but I held her down and her entire body shook. I’ve been fingering her and I could definitely feel her walls closing in on my fingers.
“Guh.. guh… too much,” she moaned as I felt her warmth just intensify as she lay over me.
“I’m going to cum, Demi. Where do you want it?”
She just gave me a smile and a kiss, “anywhere, papi.”
So I slammed my hips up against her and started to unload. Her ass just grabbed me and milked me as I kept unloading into her. “Ooohh It’s so warm! I’m burning up inside, Row!!” she squealed and she ground her ass against me. She’s smiling so contently at me and I rubbed her lips with the finger I used on her pussy. She suckled on it and licked it up, then kissed me again.
“God, you’re ass is so good, Demi!”
“Thank you, papi.”
***
“Yo, Row, how’s it been? Ain’t seen you in a while!” Lem gave me a handshake as I walked into where we usually do our meets. “So where’s your Subie at?”
“Oh, it’s in the shop. I’m putting a Stage 3 Turbo in it. Should be ready soon, but the shops kind of backed up so it’s taking longer than usual.”
“Oh a stage 3, that’s nice! So you paid the Evo your dues or what? Did you get your task done?”
I rubbed the back of my head and kind of paced around, “yeah, yeah I paid what I owed to the Evo.”
“So you met the driver then?”
“Yup, yup, I met the driver.” I said trying not to give too much away.
“Anyone we know? Local or just some tourist?”
‘Local but y’all don’t know who it is. Loner wolf type. Anyway, we’re square so it’s all good.”
Just then, Demi rolls in with her Fuchsia Pink Evo. Everyone’s eyes immediately went to her car and how beautiful it roared. She rolled her window down as she got to me.
“Come on, Row, it’s date night. We’re gonna be late!”
I gave a shrug to Lem as he stared at me with his mouth agape and eyes wide. “You! Oh ho ho, you lucky motherfucker! You lucky motherfucker! Look at Row, he got himself a tuner girl!”
I just grinned and ran over to the driver’s side and slid myself in. Demi gave me a kiss and we peeled away into the night.
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