#leztappen

"Charlotte, can you tell us more about what happened today, on turn seven?"

"Well, there's not much I can add to it, it's all in the footage. I'd say it was just an occurance on the racetrack and Max, uhh, unfortunately DNF'ed because of it."

She avoided using that word. It ticked Max off, the way she chose her words; it felt like she did it solely to spite her.

Max watched from a corner as all the press people had their full attention on Charlotte, taking turns to try and pry the same bits of information out of her. One by one they attempted to pick apart what had happened, dissecting all of Max's mistakes in the process.

Max listened with intention as her father had instructed years ago, but this time it stung her ears more than usual. There was nothing to argue in this situation. Even if Charlie did get a nasty penalty for it, she'd still be a race winner, having finished light years ahead of everyone. They all saw this as a direct consequence of Max's dirty driving, as if she already had it coming.

Max dried her hair some more as she watched the interview unfold; the towel provided her some discretion from the cameras. Charlie also had one around her neck, but it was like she didn't need it. She was glowing with excitement, the corners of her mouth pulled up at every answer, despite that ever-present look of sadness in her eyes; the two braids that held her hair together were still in mint condition. The picture filled Max's stomach with sensations she couldn't yet name; it had never felt this confusing to lose.

As she made a quick exit she realized she couldn't escape the swarm of reporters outside. The questions were all the same and too overwhelming.

"An inchident, my ass," she managed to blurt out as she escaped them, "but congratulations to Charlie on her first win. Can't say it wasn't well deserved," Max added bitterly, walking away.

Max's stomach was swirling by the time she managed to reach the nearest restroom, just in time to empty it in the toilet bowl. This never happened. She strived to appear composed, to take her losses with dignity. She washed herself as best as she managed and changed into her spare clothes, a bit incognito, shoving the racesuit in her bag. She then tried to ruffle out her hair in a nice way, finally reaching for her Red Bull cap; she liked that it disguised her post-race hair, and this time, the puffiness in her eyes.

The door creaked and someone else entered. Max stared at her own hands, pretending to be packing the rest of her things.

"I like your hair like that, you know? All messy, after a race."

She'd recognize this accent anywhere. It sent a chill down Max's spine.

She looked up to find Charlotte's image in the mirror; she was still in her Ferrari suit, now leaning cheekily against the door, arms crossed in front of herself. The red uniform suited her so nicely, but again, didn't everything? She had already undone her braids, her wavy hair now falling over her shoulders, the winner's cap secured in her hand. Max found herself staring unresponsively, until she felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes and was forced to look back down, at the stuff that she was packing, at anything, really.

As she focused all of her energy on composing herself, she nearly didn't notice the body that was creeping up behind her. Looking up at the mirror she found Charlie, her childhood friend and rival, staring back with the softest smile. As her arms smoothly embraced Max's waist, she tucked her head in the crane of Max's neck, planting a gentle kiss at the skin there.

"I know you've been wanting this too, Maxie," she said between soft kisses that made Max shiver. "This is okay, hm?"

With her breath now caught in her throat, Max allowed Charlie's fingers to roam freely beneath her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her belly. She even let them find the gap between her jeans and underwear, teasingly undoing the buttons, then the zipper. Max blushed as it revealed her cheeky, white panties with little drawn-on cats.

It was as if she was brainless. Max let the woman spin her around by the waist and pull her jeans down, kneeling before her in the process. Her breath was hitched, her eyes glazed over with feelings she couldn't process just yet. Charlotte clutched the edge of Max's undies, fingers sliding between fabric and skin; her eyes lingered on the silly drawings, which brought a smile to her lips. She looked up at Max.

"Sit so we can do this properly, no?"

In that moment, Max wondered if this was some sort of subconscious, screwed up need for more humiliation, after having lost to the woman in such a shameful way. Either that or this was some sort of consolation prize, and she had been taught from a formative age to hate consolation prizes. It was fucked up to be this turned on by either of those scenarios, but there was not a single bone in her body that didn't feel like giving in, completely and absolutely, to Charlie's touch. It was a no-brainer. Her panties came off too easily. Her legs were spread and positioned over Charlie's shoulders in record time. It all happened too fast for Max to even process, because then Charlie was already grabbing her ass and diving in, wasting none of the time they had before someone realized they were missing.

Max let out an embarrassing moan at the contact.

And the worst part is, Charlie looked like an angel while doing the most ungodly things between her legs. Max felt like she could burst had she kept looking down at the scene before her, perfect hair framing perfect features, a little smirk upon noticing that Max was looking. Her long nose brushed teasingly against Max's clit as she ate her with her tongue, only to dive in her pussy hairs as she paid attention to Max's sweet spot, licking and sucking away. She would look up occasionally with those big green eyes of hers just to absolutely wreck any last bit of sanity there was left in Max, and Max would bite back her moans every time, just for Charlie to tighten her grip on her ass and bring her even closer. Tears threatened to fall off of Max's eyes, too stimulated and vulnerable, while she tried to hold herself together.

And then, without much warning, Max felt two fingers pushing inside of her.

She couldn't decide whether it felt too vulnerable to be in this mess of a state before someone who was fully clothed and in charge, or if she was currently on top of the world, having no one less than Grand Prix winner Charlotte Leclerc at her feet, pleasuring her. She desperately needed to believe the latter, but the way Charlie's fingers played inside of her just reminded her of how she'd let this woman take every ounce of her dignity, if she asked nicely. Her fingers were strong, despite the delicate appearance of her hands, hitting Max in all the right places, stimulating her twice as much with her tongue still dancing around her clit.

Max couldn't contain an embarrassing scream as she reached her climax. Her legs clenched around Charlie's shoulders as the woman thoroughly helped her through it and beyond, to the point that Max was too sensitive to even protest.

She fell back against the mirror, her breathing ragged, her muscles still spasming, as Charlie, too, composed herself. She finally looked flushed and deranged, and knowing that Max had been the one to cause that felt great. At that moment, she wanted nothing less than to taste herself in Charlotte's pretty, swollen lips, and so she leaned forward, grabbing the collar of her suit. She understood the message; their lips joined in a wet and dirty kiss. It felt gross, but oddly intimate, and very hot.

Max didn't want to think too much about the fact that this was the first time they had kissed, or why that even mattered in the first place, since this probably counted as a one-time thing.

To her disappointment, they parted too soon. Charlotte adjusted the black cap on her head once more, and just like that, she was out of the door. Max looked down at her exposed cunt and at her clothes that were all over the floor; it took her brain a minute to function once again, to realize that she needed to dress herself. If it wasn't for the embarrassment mixed with her post-orgasm bliss, she would think this had been a dream.

Just outside the restroom, Daniela took in Max's state with wide eyes.

"Oh. My God!!!!" Her stupid smile grew impossibly wider as she put together the pieces. "Maxie!!!! Is this what i think it is?"

"Wait, wha-"

"I've been told you didn't look well, so I was meant to find and check on you. But it seems like Charlotte already did, so." She couldn't contain her giddiness and playful nature as she threw an arm around Max.

"Dani, what did you hear-"

"I just got here in time to catch you two walking out. So luckily, nothing."

Max hushed her, craning her neck to check for possibly anyone. Most of the personnel had already left. "Not bad at all, Maxie!" Dani added, grinning wide and giving her friend a tight squeeze.

Max let herself be led to the hotel by her teammate, who she knew would be bothering her incessantly about this inchident for weeks to come. The bittersweetness of it all still clouded her judgement, yet the image of her beautiful opponent knelt at her feet had been irreversibly etched into Max's brain - for better or for worse.