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Motorstorm: Morning Pass Ch. 01

Motorstorm: Day One. Morning Pass.

Celebrities: Elisha Cuthbert, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Laura Prepon

Disclaimer: OK you all know the story, don't read this if you're under 18. If you are practice wrestling moves on each other instead, Vince needs the law suits! Better yet do something stupid and blame video games, no one's sick of that argument!

Author: Pendulum

Author's note: Alright, this one had always been an idea of mine, festering in my head; I've sort of devised it as a Days of Thunder type story with celebrities either sponsoring or actually doing the driving. Each day is going to be split into three sections. Mornings, Afternoons and Evenings with the fictional event set over a weekend so this will essentially be a six parter! Dear Lord what have I gotten myself into...Anyone who has played Motorstorm on the Playstation 3 would know that Motorstorm is based on a weekend of 'Brutal, Off Road Racing' as IGN put it so elegantly.

[Author's Note 2: I'm not a massive fan of racing events so what you may read which isn't technically true...Please forgive me, I do mean well. I am trying ;) For a visual aid: Devil's Canyon is Ayer's Rock in Australia only if it was cracked to hell. The canyon would start at one side and the twists and turns lead to the other side. Raintop Mesa is on top of the Canyon only above the cracks there are ramps, bridges and jump. Also, any names that don't seem familiar chances are they are likely fictional. I just found it easier to write that way.]


The current roster:

Drivers: Laura Prepon (BDR), Nick McManus (SM), Billy O'Reily (PFEL), Michael Brendon (PFEL), Marc Ward (BDR), Sean Callahan (SM), Allyson Foley (TBC), Lewis Reid (TBC)

Back-Ups: Nick O'Shae (BDR), Fred Christianson (SM), Jeff Harvey (PFEL), Jim Christopher (PFEL), Jayne Baldwin (BDR), Steven Rios (TBC), Tom Salem (TBC), Joseph Holloway (SM)

Sponsors: Elisha Cuthbert (The Blaster Cannons), Jennifer Love Hewitt (PassionFuryEnergyLove) Scarlett Johansson (Screaming Monkey), Nathan Fillion (Big Damn Racers)

The helicopter spun round the side of the mesa, as a CGI version of the Mesa popped up on the TV screen. A red line ran around the mesa eventually drawing a complete circle around the mesa. Laura groggily grabbed the remote from her bedside table and pressed the mute button. Removing the mute feature the anchors voice filled her room dimly lit room. "And you can see here Don if the Bikers are struggling too much with the main road there are jumps and ramps positioned around the track so they can leap and jump from ledge to ledge. We are expecting heavy rain for the later part of the night so the mesa will become extra dangerous."

"Thank you very much Tara, have we heard any more about the potential collapse in Devil's Canyon?"

"Well Don, after talking to the planners. Mister Donald Trump and Vincent McMahon they mentioned they are indeed keeping the track as it is. They intend to blow a hole in the blockage and reinforce it so there's a makeshift tunnel there now. If you look to the screen here..."

Laura hit the power button, the TV's power cut off she looked over at her boyfriend Marc Ward. Running a hand through her red hair she looked over her itinerary. Talking aloud, she read over each event. "Saturday: 9:30 Devil's Canyon-ATV's only. 12:30 Raintop Mesa-Pickups and ATVs. 10:30 Devil's Canyon Rewind- Rally Cars Only. Sunday: 9:30 Raintop Mesa-ATV's only. 12:30 Devil's Canyon Rewind-Pickups and ATVs. 10:30 Raintop Mesa Rewind- All permitted. Super..." Marc stirred from his sleep and sleepily rubbed his eyes.

"...What time is it?"

Grinning, Laura leant down and kissed her boyfriend firmly. "Half past really fucking early. Just checking over the schedule." Laura said, playfully pinning him to the bed.

"Okay, you know I love two things about being up early. You're always so horny." Marc said, pulling his arms free, slowly moving them down to Laura's thighs.

"What's the second?" Laura asked, titling her head to the side slightly.

"I get to fiddle with the cars..."

"Let's see if you can get my engine running." Laura said a groan emanating from Marc. Laura chuckled slightly as she leant down to kiss him.

"Jesus! Cheesy much?" Marc asked, lightly caressing her thighs.

Chuckling lightly Laura positioned herself to be sitting up on top of her lover; Laura grabbed the hem of her KISS shirt and slowly pulled it off. Tossing it aside nonchalantly, she slipped off of Marc so she could slide off the boxer shorts he was wearing. Looking at them, Laura giggled at the logo of their racing team.

"What? Free advertising!" Marc said, pointing to his brain as if he was Einstein's descendant.

"I hope you don't plan on showing anyone else you boxers." Laura said, mock anger inn her voice. Shrugging, Marc kissed Laura lightly before whispering.

"Well maybe I'll just go show Nate...See what he thinks..." Marc was referring to their sponsor Nathan Fillion, actor and general racing fanatic.

"Har-de-har. It is to laugh." Laura said a strong British accent feigned in her voice. They frequently teased Laura about the fact that she was the only girl on the team, and saying she had a crush on Nathan was only one of the many ways. "Now do you want me to ride you or not?"

"Ride me please." Marc said, a smile breaking out on his face. Throwing her leg back over him Laura reached between them and grabbed Marc's rapidly hardening cock. Positioning it against her pussy she pushed back against it and sighed as she felt herself being filled.

Sensing that Laura wanted him to be there for her Marc grabbed her hips. He slowly started to pull her down onto his cock he lifted his hips to meet her halfway. When Laura put her hands on Marc's shoulders he moved his hands to her firm ass. Laura moaned lowly as Marc gripped her ass cheeks firmly. Slowly she started to rock on top of him getting closer and closer to her goal.

"Uhhh..." Laura grunted as she drove her pussy back onto his cock.

Removing one hand from her ass, Marc snaked it up Laura's body to cup one of her breasts. Lifting his head off the makeshift pillow, a combinations of: shirts, socks and boxer shorts, Marc parted his lips and took her small red nipple into his mouth. Marc swirled his tongue around the hardening nub as he felt small tremors course through Laura's body. Her orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Fuck me..." Laura quietly moaned barely audible, her eyes slowly shut as she enjoyed the feelings she was experiencing.

Letting her nipple slip from his mouth, Marc put his hand on her side and rolled her over onto her back. Without missing a beat he planted his hands on the bed and began to fuck her like she wanted.

"GOD!" Laura moaned, slowly hooking her legs around his waist. Every stroke Marc made caused her breasts to bounce sexily. Reaching up Laura gently placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly pulled down for a kiss.

It wasn't long before Laura felt her climax coming to a head. Normally she would've liked to go longer, but this morning she just needed to get off. Marc, being her boyfriend for nearly three years now knew that she got nervous before a race. Especially a televised one so he knew that even if he was left high and dry he'd score major boyfriend points.

"Fuck...Cumming," Laura gasped, suddenly burrowing her face into Marc's neck as she felt the pleasure of her orgasm wash over her.

While she writhed on the bed in ecstasy, Marc kept thrusting into her, he was relatively close. Marc just needed an extra little bit to push him over the top. Finally reaching his boiling point Marc buried himself in her one last time before erupting and coating the inside of her pussy with his cum.

"Thanks..." Laura said, turning to Marc a little red in the face. Marc wrapped an arm around her as she cuddled up to him.

"No worries, that's why I'm here...You still nervous?" Marc asked, compassion shining through his voice.

"How could I be after a performance like that?" Laura said as she closed her eyes and thought about the race.

***

Jennifer Love Hewitt walked through the airport terminal to be greeted by a wave of paparazzi, smiling and posing for the cameras Jen prepared to answer a few questions when her main rival appeared in the terminal behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her blonde enemy...Elisha Cuthbert! She walked up and struck similar poses to Jennifer before the two went nose to nose; naturally the paparazzi went mad for it and started to snap up all the pictures.

"Your team are no where near as good as mine you fucking bimbo!" Jennifer said under her breath, laughing Elisha shrugged off the insult and looked own her nose at Jennifer.

"Keep dreaming slut. My team's going to leave yours in the dust!" Elisha gritted her teeth and walked past Love to smile for the media. Love swore silently and made her way out of the terminal.

***

The drivers for Jennifer Love Hewitt's team 'PassionFuryEnergyLove' had a quick look around, trying to find their vehicles. A gruff man in his early forties called out their vehicles numbers and the team captain. Billy O'Reily. A twenty three year old Irish hot rod racer, with long black hair tied back into a ponytail with tattoos running up and down his arms. Billy stood at just less than six foot five and weighed about one hundred and eighty five pounds; his skin was a healthy white but was quickly tanning under the desert's sunshine. He raised his hand and in his thick drawl simply said. "Over here chief!" The man nodded and waved his left hand in the direction of the currently empty car lot. A large truck pulled up, the driver hopped out and handed Billy a piece of paper. He looked at it; the paper simply said '643218'. "Hey...What's this?"

"That's the security code; need to make sure that the number on the back of the truck matches that. Ensures that no foul play went on." Billy nodded and walked over to the back as the staff members hired for the team walked up with him. The driver flipped open the plastic covering and Billy checked over each number. "That ok with you boss?" The driver said in a thick New York accent, Billy nodded and took a few steps back.

"Right team we've got the ATV's first, Pick-Ups an hour later and then in the evening Rally Cars...Let's get them unloaded in that order. Do we all know what we're racing?" Nods and confirmations rose up from the mob. "Well then...Let's get to work!"

***

Nick McManus, a man of Scottish decent looked out over Devil's Canyon and smiled. ~This is going to be a very fun weekend. Long...But fun!~ He thought to himself, as he turned round his cell phone whirred to life. Looking down at the Caller ID it simply read 'Boss.' "Yes Boss? No they turned up at Six Thirty this morning. Everything was fine..." Running a hand through his long red hair, Nick kicked up some dirt looking down his six foot six body. He weighed in at two hundred and fifty eight pounds and had a firmly ripped stomach, looking over the canyon a sly smile crept across his face. "Yes boss, the canyon looks so simple...Can we expect for you grace us with your presence? Alright Boss, sorry...Alright Scarlett...I'll see you tomorrow, we'll e-Mail you with our standings once the day's through. Goodbye." Flicking his phone shut Nick sighed happily and turned around walking back to his camp. He saw a man struggling with an ATV. Jogging over, Nick helpfully flicked the brake button to 'Off' and the man easily rolled it through. He mouthed Thank You and smiled; Nick chuckled to himself and walked on to his camp.

***

"Mikey are you having a good time under there? You modified it back at the base, we're good to go!"

"I know Boss but I like to have my hands under there. Aint nothing better than knowing she's tuned specially for me!" Michael Brendon, a mere child but racing genius stood at five foot six and weighed in at a measly one hundred and forty five pounds. Hailing from Omaha, Nebraska, he truly was a genius when it came to fixing cars though. He had short black hair and had a new three day stubble, sliding out from under his Quad Bike Michael, better known as Mikey, stood up and dusted himself off. Grease oozing from his fingers, as he ran a hand through his hair a beautiful young woman made her way into their garage. Mikey made a wolf whistle; the young woman looked over at him and took her glasses down from her eyes.

"Excuse me!?"

Looking over at the subject of Mikey's affection, Billy slapped his forehead. "Shut up, you bloody fool! That's our sponsor!" Billy quickly mopped up any grease on his hands and ran over to Jennifer Love Hewitt. "Miss Hewitt, a pleasure to see you! You'll have to excuse young Michael here, the heat's messing with his mind...Did you have a pleasant flight?"

Smiling, Jen looked over at Mikey and smiled apologetically. "Please call me Love and you. I'm sorry, I've just had a bit of a bad day...And thank you" Love winked at Mikey, who immediately shied away from the beautiful star. "The trip was very nice although I ran into one of our rivals on my way here. How are we looking for the race?" Billy quickly became all business as he motioned for her to take a seat, talking her through each track and their strategy Love's eyes moved over to Mikey who had then scooted back under his ATV.

***

Laura took to her ATV alongside her boyfriend and they quickly took a few test runs. Each unit seemed to be working fine so they checked them each off and wheeled them to the pick up point. Laura took off her helmet and shook her hair loose; looking over the other racers Laura smirked and whispered to Marc.

"What do you think the likelihood of these guys beating us are?" Marc looked over the same guys and shook his head lightly from side to side, seemingly estimating them competitors.

"Doesn't seem very likely does it? I figure the one whose going to give us the most trouble will be Michael and Billy from 'PassionFuryEnergyLove'. Talk about a sucky name too!" Laura laughed as the two shared a quick kiss and made their way over to the team tent. Inside the tent, their sponsor and part-time racer, Nathan Fillion of Firefly and Slither fame stood, decked out in a red shirt with some dark beige shorts on.

"Alright team, this evening we're expecting rain so I figure we strap on the chains. Laura, Marc you guys OK with that?" The team's eyes drifted over to the star drivers who shook their heads, voicing their agreement with the idea. "Alright how did the rides handle? Ready to take the gold?" The team all let out a cheer and started to clap their hands in a rousing move of union. Nathan smiled a wide smile and nodded his head. "Alright then, I'll be on the main stage with the rest of the coaches so I'll see you on the podium!"

"Good guy isn't he?" Marc said as Laura picked out her body suit for the race.

"Yeah, he's really nice. At least he cares about us, unlike some of the other sponsors out there."

***

On the other side of the camp, two other lovers Allyson Foley and Lewis Reid looked into each other's eyes as their boss walked over with some papers in her hand. "What the fuck is this!?" Elisha said as she slammed some paperwork on the table next to them. Breaking their stare Allyson picked up the papers and looked over them, flipping over the pages she smirked. Speaking in her thick Texan accent, she flipped her raven black hair back.

"This is our Race Entry Form, we hand this in when we race."

Shaking her head as if Aly had treated her like she was speaking a foreign language, Elisha spoke up with a tint of bitchiness in her voice. "I can fucking read. Why haven't you handed it in yet!?" Lewis moved forward to defend his fiancé.

"Because she hasn't raced yet. All drivers hand that in at the starting line, you've been walking around trying to find faults with my fiancé's garage. Maybe you should just let the professionals worry about the actual races and you worry about looking pretty for the cameras." Elisha looked like Lewis had just spat in her face. She flicked some of her lose blonde hair back from her eyes and looked up and down Lewis' body.

"What the fuck are you doing in MY camp?" Making sure to put an emphasis on the ownership.

"Meh, free country." Was Lewis' simple reasoning, prompting Elisha to lookpissed off before swearing and storming off.

"Good job baby..."

"Ah it was a team effort, how're your cars looking?"

"Yeah they look good. I think we need to maybe tune up 'Ripper' and 'Razor' before the race though."

Nodding his head, his medium length blonde hair bobbing with each nod, Lewis spoke. "Well we've got six hours for that yet..."

***

"ARE YOU FUCKING READY FOR THIS!?" Corey Taylor, lead singer for the metal group Slipknot screeched into the mic. The crowd all screamed for more, as Corey let out a wide grin the big LCD screen behind him came to life. An over-head camera scrolled along the starting line, the black and white checks decorating the red dusty road. "Well...If you're five, five, five. Then I'm six, six, six...If you're five, five, five then I'm six, six, six..." Corey repeated the lyrics until the crowd started to join in.

As Slipknot performed for the crowd to the side of the main stage, the main stage was being prepared for live TV broadcasting. Don West and Mike Goldberg, of TNA Wrestling and UFC Programming fame respectively ran over their notes and made changes as sound checks and lighting checks went on. Nathan Fillion was the first of the sponsors to arrive. He scooped up a bottle of water and took a quick sip; fiddling with his camera he took a picture of the view from the area before walking up to the race commentators and introducing himself. The team were more than happy to meet him, happily shaking his hand swapping stories. Some of the website team came up to them and asked for photos for the website. They all posed and got a great shot.

Jennifer Love Hewitt walked up the stairs and received a similar request to Nathan, Mike and Don. She also happily obliged and received another great shot, going straight to the website; she walked over to the group and introduced herself. They also took a joking photo with rival Sponsor Nathan Fillion, the two were happy for it to go on the web site. "So Jen...You nervous?" Nathan asked, handing her a chilled bottle of water.

"Not really, pretty sure I've got the best racers out there. You may get a respectable second though." Jen said, teasing Nathan slightly. Nathan laughed and put a hand up to feign being insulted.

"Second...Second is the place for Hollywood starlets such as yourself. I'll be going straight for first with my team!"

"Oh ho ho ho! Well Mike look at this the race hasn't even started yet and they're already jockeying for position!" Don said in his trademark gravel voice, Mike laughed at the sight of the two playful stars.

"Well, wait till the other one gets here!"

Nathan turned around, an eyebrow raised.

"One, I thought there were two other sponsors?" Mike shook his head and skimmed a couple of pages in his book.

"Nope Screaming Monkey's sponsor's tied up with other arrangements, she'll be here tomorrow. Just got Elisha Cuthbert here today...Coincidently where is she? I haven't seen her all day."

Jen snorted at the very mention of Elisha's name, raising eyebrows from the three males. Nathan was the first to break the slightly uneasy silence. "Yeah well they can all be here or all not be here my team's still coming through on top!"

Jen laughed and threw her hair back, playfulness residing over her now. "Yeah well, my team's position is like a woman's...On top...No wait!" Realising what she had said she quickly tried to retract it as Nathan, Mike and Don all got out their phones and pretended to text their friends.

Elisha then made her way to the top of the plateau, looking over the view she turned round and posed for her shot on the web site. Joining the collection of spectators Elisha tried to catch on with the joke. Laughing when the others did, they looked at her, almost upset at the fact that she had laughed. "What the fuck are you laughing at Cuthbert?" Love said, getting very aggressive towards her rival.
"What does it matter Jennifer?" Elisha said stepping up to the challenge laid down.

"Ladies, ladies, ladies! Let's just calm down here the race is about to start now..." Nathan said, playing peacemaker. The two feuding diva's were pulled apart and made their way to their seats at the front of the plateau.

"Alright Mike and Don...We're on in five...Four...Three..." The stage hand silently counted down from three to zero. The camera's light illuminated and they were now live on Spike TV in America and Setanta Sports in the UK.

"Good Morning to America and Good Afternoon to the UK! My name is Don West!"

"And I'm Mike Goldberg, welcome to Devil's Canyon and welcome to Motorstorm! We have had non stop action all of yesterday and today the racing is about to start! On the line up today we have eight racers representing four different sponsors!"

"That's right Mike! Representing Scarlett Johansson is: Nick McManus and Sean Callahan!"

"Representing Jennifer Love Hewitt is: Billy O'Reily and Michael Brendon!"

"Representing Nathan Fillion is: Laura Prepon and Marc Ward"

"And finally representing Elisha Cuthbert is: Allyson Foley and Lewis Reid! Well Don, Slipknot are just about to hand over the stage to Metallica which can only mean that the race is about to start! Let's hand it over to our man on the ground: Steve Wilkos!"

"Thanks guys! The ATV's are all lined up and are being sorted in accordance to drawing numbers. From left to right we have: Laura Prepon, Allyson Foley, Michael Brendon, and Billy O'Reily and on the second row we have: Lewis Reid, Marc Ward, Nick McManus and Sean Callahan. Some people like being at the end of the grid because it means there's much more room for tail-spinning. This of course is perfectly legal in the world of Motorstorm!" Steve puts a big hand up to his right ear and nods his head, slowly. "Ok I've just received word that the race is ready to begin! So I'm getting the hell out of here and we'll take you straight to the camera feed!"

As three lights illuminate above the starting position the camera quickly moves over each ATV. Laura is riding a lime green ATV, the colour wraps around the whole ATV, Aly is riding an ATV with desert storm camouflage on it, Mikey is in a grey ATV with a pair of teeth at the front giving it the look of a shark and Billy has his ATV in the green, white and orange stripes of the Irish Flag. Lewis is riding an ATV with a shiny black finish, Marc has an ATV with a purple finish to it, Nick has an all blue ATV with a white cross crossing over the actual ATV and Sean has a all red one with a spiders web effect on it.

The three lights above the rides started off illuminated before slowly fading from red to yellow and then eventually to green. The engines revved as their tires backspinned before shooting them off over the starting line. The race was on! James Hetfield took to the stage, blasting from his vocal chords he simply stated. "Gimmie Fuel. Gimmie Fire. Gimmie that which I desire!" Metallica blasted into 'Fuel' from their Reload album.

The eight racers took off from their respective positions all jockeying for first place. Being one of the best starters of all the racers Michael quickly matched Laura at first place. Acknowledging the rules of 'No Rules' Michael smashed into Laura's ATV trying to take her off the track. Looking through her visor, Laura acknowledged the bump with a middle finger. Making Michael chuckle slightly, he slowly began to take the lead. Marc slowly accelerated to join Michael and Laura at the front, now with Michael sandwiched the two lovers made eye contact and each boosted forward with a nitrous shot as they sped ahead they moved next to each other and slammed the brakes on. Michael never saw it coming and smashed into the pair, sailing towards the barrier Michael hit it head on falling unconscious.

"Oh! There we have the first casualty of the race! Michael Brendon of the racing team: 'PassionFuryEnergyLove' that puts Jennifer Love Hewitt at the bottom of the podium so far!" Don screamed into the mic, in his trademark way, the crowd watching on the LCD screen let out a collective 'Oooh!' noise as they cringed at Mikey smashing into the barrier.

Taking the first corner Laura and Marc each boosted ahead, seeing a jump to the right of the track Marc took to it. Laura looked ahead and saw what Marc would be jumping to. Laura shouted trying to warn him it was no use. Marc took another Nitrous boost and fired over the jump only to land on a pit of jagged rocks. His ride completely wrecked Marc took 7th position.

"And there goes Marc Ward for Big Damn Racers! Due to his crashing position he is placed in 7th just ahead of Michael. That puts Nathan Fillion down one racer too!" Mike said into the mic, not tearing his eyes away from the screen. The crowd were less sympathetic this time around and laughed at Marc's foolishness.

Nick McManus and Lewis Reid had caught each other in a deadly chariot battle; they each smashed against each other. Nick slowly pulled back and tried to spin Lewis, however Lewis was wise to Nick's tricks and tired to match the pulling back. However Lewis then shot his ATV with a Nitrous boost and smashed into the back of Nick's vehicle. Shunting Nick forward was a good idea as it made him lose temporary control but due to a 'perfectly legal' modification, Nick had a jagged piece of metal that hooked into Lewis' ATV. The two were now trapped together. Nick started swerving from side to side trying to shake him free as the ride would soon start leaking oil. Lewis foolishly shot another boost of Nitrous and ended up increasing the process.

The shot made Nick jolt on the seat as he did his finger inadvertently squeezed the Nitrous handle. The green flare of Nitrous flashed out and clipped the leaking fuel. The flare igniting the highly flammable liquid and the two exploded in unison. Their bodies soared through the air and hit the floor, fortunately the explosion allowed them to roll to the side of the track.

"And an explosive exit for two of the current survivors! Both Lewis Reid and Nick McManus representing: 'The Blaster Cannons' and 'Screaming Monkey' respectively!" Don said trying to make jest out of the horrific scene that has just unfolded.

"Now that means that the current four survivors are one driver for each of the teams. All down to one man and woman, the race is still everything to play for!" Mike added the gladiators carried on racing through the canyon slowly reaching the new and improved (Well just new) Canyon's tunnel.

Sean Callahan dodged the wreckage and clicked his first nitrous shot of the race. Slowly catching up with the rest of the pack Sean raced ahead. Clipping Laura's ATV he dodged and weaved in between rocks that fell from the ceiling and those which already were on the floor. Billy, Aly, Laura and Sean each shot out of the canyon with a shot of Nitrous. Aly and Billy the most professional of the quartet had now easily taken first and were fighting it out. Smashing against each other, metal sparked as their frames collided. Fighting dirty, Aly let go of the handle and smashed Billy in the face with a double axe handle.

"Well there's something you'd like Don! A fine double axe handle by Allyson Foley, sending Billy reeling to the far side of the track!" Mike said as the injured and out racers were walked past them to the Race's hospital.

"Aly making a fine example of Motorstorm's 'No Rule' policy! Now we see Sean Callahan and Laura Prepon battling it out for first and second place!" Don added, the big screen now coated with the mud sprayed up from the racers. We quickly see a pimply-faced teenage boy hop into camera view much to the disdain of the audience; he then wipes the camera clean and hops off. Normal viewing resumes.

Sean and Laura each smashed into each other's ATV's paint skimmed away and sparks flew high. Laura took one of her tricks she learnt from Marc and pulled on the brakes. Sean smirked and clicked his Nitrous boost to get away, as he did Laura then clicked hers and let out a continuous stream. As Sean took the corner Laura slammed into him at a T-Bone making Sean jolt. His ATV started to tilt to the side, to finish him off Laura reversed and knocked him completely over. Pinning Sean under the ATV there was no way he could get back on and resume the race. Sean Callahan was out at fourth place.

"And there we have it! Sean Callahan knocked over and pinned, albeit by dirty tactics." Don started to say.

"Well that's all very well and good but this is Motorstorm! No Rules are the way to go!" Mike helpfully added, seemingly defended Laura's tactics.

"Still that means that 'Screaming Monkey' have been knocked out of podium positions!" Don screamed into the mic as if he'd just cured cancer.

"Laura Prepon, Allyson Foley and Billy O'Reily are all still in the race! The finish line mere minutes away this is possibly the worst time for drivers to be one man down!" Mike said his eyes glued to the monitor ahead of the commentating booth. Metallica blasted into 'Master of Puppets' as the trio started to see the finish line ahead of them.

Billy, Aly and Laura each got to be side by side as camera's started to flash towards the trio. Billy took down his visor and shouted at the top of his lungs. "So long suckers!" Billy then blasted his way towards the finishing line using what was left of his Nitrous. Shaking their heads the two women both hit their boosts too, however Laura having used most of it earlier only managed to catch a little bit of a boost.

Aly hit the boost button and slowly started to catch up with Billy. Seeing him look over, she noticed his visor was still down! Reaching down to the ground Aly scooped up a handful of red dust and shortened the gap between second and first.

Billy, feeling mighty cocky, looked back to admire his win but was greeted by a blast of dust from Aly's hand. Screaming in agony Billy started to spin over the road. Knowing that she had won Aly drove round Billy and easily took first, by sheer luck Billy managed to cross the finish line. Laura came in just shy of a minute later.

"And there we have it ladies and gentlemen! The first race in Motorstorm history and it certainly was one for the history books! Let's take a look to the leader's board to see the times!"

As Metallica hit the last notes, the screen turned to black with gold lettering turning up on the screen.

8th: Michael Brendon -- DID NOT FINISH

7th: Marc Ward -- DID NOT FINISH

6th: Nick McManus -- DID NOT FINISH

6th: Lewis Reid -- DID NOT FINISH

4th: Sean Callahan -- DID NOT FINISH

3rd: Laura Prepon -- 3.58.91

2nd: Billy O'Reily -- 3.48.85

1st: Allyson Foley -- 3.42.85

The three racers all pulled up to the holding area to be greeted by the roars of the crowd. Taking her helmet of first Laura was glad to see Nathan and Marc there at the sidelines applauding her efforts. Nathan patted Marc on the shoulder and motioned for him to do something. Nodding Marc ran forward and wrapped his arms around Laura, spinning her round her lifted her up towards the sky and lightly kissed her on the lips.

Taking off his helmet Billy was greeted by Love and his race mate Mikey. Mikey slapped hands with him and patted him on the back. Love wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a massive hug before kissing him on the cheek. Simply saying "Well done, we're all proud of you!" Smiling, Billy grabbed a bottle of water and rinsed out his eyes. The three team-mates made their way up to the podium joined by Laura, Nathan and Mikey. The teams shook hands agreed that the race was a good one.

As Aly took off her helmet she was only greeted by her team mates, Lewis' shining especially. Lewis ran up and kissed her passionately proud of how his future wife had raced. Smiling the team all patted her on the back, looking around she realised a team member was missing. "Where's Elisha?" She asked, curious as to where her sponsor had gone.

"She's doing some PR type thingy. I'm sure she'll be there to scoop up all the glory too." Lewis said, running a hand through Aly's hair he kissed her on the cheek. His genuine love for her shining through. "I'm so proud to know that you'll be my wife..." Aly's face turned a shade of red as she shied away at the lovely comment made by her fiancé.

"How are you doing? I saw your ATV explode, did you get caught?" Aly asked, her eyes quickly moving over Lewis' body. Shaking his head Lewis padded his racing suit.

"Nope, the suit's flame retardant. Nearly lost my eyebrows though!" Lewis joked as the pair made their way up the stairs. "Well...You ready for the media circus?" He asked as Tara Reid ran over with her microphone and camera crew. Nodding her head, Aly kissed him on the cheek.

"Yep no worries. Could you go and get me a water though? My throat's so dry!" Nodding, Lewis unwrapped his arm from her gorgeous waist and quickly jogged over to one of the stage hands. Just as he spun round he saw that Tara was already on her. Deciding it was his wife's time to shine he tossed her water to her and motioned to the showers. Aly smiled and nodded her head, cracking open the plastic lid Aly took a quick swig and prepared to answer Tara's questions.

***

That was it! The race was over! Love had came second and Elisha had won! Elisha was one over in their personal vendetta and was ready to let Love have it! As she turned round to gloat, both of the sponsors were already half way down the ramp going to meet their drivers. Seeing as she was the real star here Elisha headed over to the pit of paparazzi swarming by the track side. Photo's snapped as she struck various poses showing had glad she was that she had won.

***

Taking a few steps up to the podium Laura and Billy took their respective position on the metal plateau. Billy couldn't help but feel a nagging pain on the back of his leg. Looking down he saw that sticking through his rather light apparel of a protective suit, he had a roughly three winch wide gap with a large rock about seven inches long piercing his right thigh. Reaching down he went to remove it but Steve Wilkos, who was relatively near him stopped him. "I wouldn't kid, be best to go to the Hospital for that. Have your moment, you'll have plenty of time for that!"

Looking at the conviction in Steve's eyes, Billy nodded and allowed himself to be photographed by the paparazzi. As he turned away Love took a step onto the platform with him and whispered in his ear. "Hope you don't mind me sharing your limelight..." Smiling, Billy shrugged and in his charming Irish way.

"Well, when its someone as pretty as you how could I not." Love blushed shyly as she handed him a bouquet of flowers.

Laura took a tiny step on to the 3rd place and was handed a big bouquet of flowers by Marc. Nathan stepped onto the scene and kissed her on the cheek, she happily let him on the podium as they waved for the photographers.

Meanwhile, Aly had finished her brief interview and took to the podium where she saw that Elisha was already there. Grabbing her glory, Aly shook her head and made her way to the podium. Elisha regretfully stepped aside slightly and didn't even bother helping her up. Shaking her head, Aly climbed on and turned around, the photographers busily snapped their photos. Aly was handed the biggest bouquet for flowers and gave them a long sniff. Taking in their intoxicating fragrance, Aly looked up and smiled.

"Well there we have the winners of Motorstorm Race One!" Mike exclaimed happily, as the camera moved from third to second to first. Broadcasting the winners, the camera scrolled over to a leader board reading out.

The Blaster Cannons +4

PassionFuryEnergyLove +3

Screaming Monkey +1

Big Damn Racers +2

It quickly readjusted so the leader of the races was at the top with the loser at the bottom.

The Blaster Cannons: 4

PassionFuryEnergyLove: 3

Big Damn Racers: 2

Screaming Monkey: 1

"Now with The Blaster Cannons being at the top that puts them in a very strong place, although PassionFuryEnergyLove wasn't far behind them so the next race will be very interesting to watch! Highlights Don?" Mike Goldberg said, taking a quick sip of water.

"Well, I think we've got to go with the T-Bone near the end of the race! You came here looking for carnage? You just watch that! We also had the explosion at the start of the match! The Nitrous setting fire to the leaking oil allowed a chemical explosion to take two drivers out!" Don rasped down the mic, Billy and Mikey each made their way to the hospital as the camera swapped to the main stage where the DJ set 'Pendulum' took over the musical honours.

***

"Well, it's not broken, and it should be easy enough to take out too. Can you give me five minutes?" The Doctor asked, looking over the lodged rock in Billy's thigh.

"Five minutes Doc we need him ready for the afternoon race!" Mikey yelled, angry at the fact that the Doctor wanted to put him aside for five minutes.

"Mikey...Mikey! I'll be fine, go ahead Doc."

The Doctor nodded and made his way out of the Hospital tent, Billy looked over the irregular sight and sighed gently. "You know...I don't even remember it going in." Billy observed, tilting his head from side-to-side trying to remember when it hit him. "Could've been near the start of it."

"I saw it happen." A mysterious voice rang out from the tent, both of the drivers looked over and saw that their sponsor Jennifer Love Hewitt was standing there. "It was when you boosted, you knocked a large rock on it's side, it shot out like a bullet. I'm sorry...I shouldn't have subjected you to it.." Love said, looking down at the floor she seemed upset.

"Hey Love, you didn't do this to me. If anything it was my damn ego! I shouldn't of boosted so close to the rocks. Hey, me and Mikey are alone here, want to keep us company?" Looking up, Love nodded and made her way over to the bed where Billy was lying. The three began to talk about their personally lives and began swapping stories, eventually the conversation took a sexy turn.

"Well boss, its your turn, kinkiest thing you've ever done?" Mikey asked, trying to hide the tent pitched in his tent.

Smirking, Love looked down almost embarrassed by the question. "Well, when I was shooting 'I know what you did last summer' I let two guys fuck me. Only they didn't just fuck me, I sucked them off, they fucked my ass, came on my tits and on my face too." Almost proud Love had a wistful smile on her face, remembering the good times.

Sensing an opportunity, Billy and Mikey went on the offensive. "You look like you enjoyed that boss." Mikey said, checking out Love's body movement. Nodding, Billy agreed with him.

"Ever done it since then?" Billy asked, running a hand through his now loose long black hair.

Shaking her head, Love answered the question, her eyes transfixed on the tents in the guys pants. "No, been too busy shooting Ghost Whisperer and other stuff to manage it."

Mikey helpfully chimed in, pouring in all his country charm. "Well...There's two guys here, could always revisit those good old days..."

Love put a hand up to her chest, miming shock. "What are you possibly suggesting Michael Brendon?"

Smiles now all around the tent, Michael went to say something very crude but Billy cut him off. "Maybe we show you our team spirit?" Billy said stealthily suggested that they show her their cocks. Nodding her head slightly, Love bit her bottom lip sexily, driving the boys wild.

"Maybe you should, 'cause I'm not feeling it. I sure do hope to though!" Love said sexily.

"Well now hang on Boss! We were out there racing, wearing out suits showcasing the team. I didn't see you showing any team spirit! Maybe you should first then we'll get to it?" Mikey said, slightly sticking his tongue out Love shrugged.
"You know what, maybe I should." With that Love put her hands on the tight shirt she was wearing and slowly unpeeled it from her soft skin. Leaving herself in her lace bra, she looked at the boys, apparently it wasn't enough so, she slid her hands down to her short denim skirt and slid it down her hips.

Looking over the half naked starlet, they shrugged. Even though their dicks were now like steel bars in their pants Billy nonchalantly spoke. "Well that's some team spirit but I'm still not sure if you really care about the team..." Love's face turned to a frown as she unclasped her white satin bra and let it drop to the floor. She then slid down her panties and kicked them away. Now in all her naked glory was Jennifer Love Hewitt, before her two young drivers.

"Oh shit!" Mikey exclaims as he hungrily licks his lips while he gets an eyeful of Love's hot round large tits and her smoothly shaved pussy.

Billy licks his lips and adjusts his crotch a bit more, "Damn...Boss...You're really hot." Billy says as he pushes down his racing suit a little to allow his large and thick ten inch cock to hang freely.

Mikey looks over at the team captain and laughs slightly. "Damn...letting it out to play all ready Cap'n?"

Love presses her lips together and slightly licks her soft lips "Mmmm...I would love to play that..." Love says with a sly smirk as the team's sponsor approaches the medical gurney Billy is now sitting on. Taking the lead Love kneels down in front of Billy and boldly wraps her smooth hands around the Irish stud's shaft and slowly begins to guide both of her soft hands, up and down his shaft as Billy completely kicks off his racing suit to become fully naked. Love glances over at Mikey and smirks. "You know...You can let it out to play too..." Love says with a laugh as she continues to stroke Billy's hardening cock.

"Well damn Boss! You don't have to tell me twice!" Mikey Brendon laughs a bit as he stands up from the couch in order to push down his black racing suit in order to let out his own hardening, fat, ten inch cock.

Billy has now kicked off his pants and has his left arm pushing himself up from the gurney as Love strokes his cock with both of her dainty hands. "Mmmmm.... ohhhh yeah.... mmm... damn you got some good hands....." Billy moans as Love turns to look at him as she pumps his cock.

Love smirks and winks playfully at Billy. "Thanks..." Love says as she removes her left hand from around O'Reily's cock and places her left hand around Mikey's cock once he sits back down on the couch next to Billy. The feisty team sponsor begins to smoothly pump her soft hands up and down against the hardened shafts of Billy and Mikey as she looks up at both of the hot racing stars "Now...Let's see some team spirit!" Love says as she leans her head forward and boldly flicks her amazingly soft and wet tongue against the head of Billy's hard and thick cock.

Billy closes his eyes and leans his head back. "Oh Jesus...Go team!" Billy moans as Love flicks her tongue against the thick head of his cock again.

"Mmmm...I love being on this team...This team's the best...." Mikey helpfully adds as he runs a hand through his blonde hair. Meanwhile, Love pays attention to Mikey's cock as slides her right hand back and forth along this stiff cock.

Love smirks as she flicks her head away from Billy's cock after flicking her soft, wet tongue against the head of his cock. "Great!" Love laughs as she turns her head a bit to face Mikey's hard and thick cock as well "Damn...Why are you guys racing? With dicks like these you could be porn stars!" Love says just before she leans her head down and flicks her tongue against the head of Mikey's cock while she moves her hands over to stroke both his and Billy's cocks with her soft, dainty hands.

Mikey Brendon licks his lips as Jennifer Love Hewitt slowly flicks her tongue around his shaft, "Ahh...Jesus, if they were all like you I'd get straight to it...I just know I'd get the one with the STD and I don't want my dick falling off." Mikey replies as he gently moans a bit.

Billy smirks as he watches Love teasingly moves her tongue against

Mikey's cock while she continues to pump his shaft with her right hand.

"Well that's a nice image Mikey. What is it about women that racing makes them so hot?" Billy says with a low moan as he starts to move his hips a bit to push his cock against Love's hand.

Love lifts her head away from Mikey Brendon's cock and smirks proudly. "It's the adrenaline of it all, make's my engine run!" Love says in an energetic tone before she laughs and turns back to Billy's thick, hard cock as she smoothly strokes her right hand against his shaft "Mmmm...And you sure are making mine run..." Love says as she lowers her head down to Billy's cock and opens her wet mouth as she takes the team captain's cock easily into her mouth. Love presses her lips around his shaft and starts to easily bob her head on Billy's meaty cock while she strokes her right hand against Mikey's cock at a slightly quicker pace.

"Awww...Ohhhhh yeah...Fuck that is a fact I know for sure now!" Billy moans as Love bobs her head quickly and smoothly up and down on his large dick.

Mikey Brendon smirks a bit as he puts his hand on Love's head and moves her soft brown hair back. Mikey grinned and decided to continue with Love's play on words. "How do you fancy taking it to a double cylinder?" Mikey says with a grin as Love lightly twists her hand around his stiff dick.

Love smirks around Billy's cock as she gently slaps her tongue against Billy's shaft while she quickly bobs her head on his cock. "Mmmm...Fuck..." Love groans against Billy O'Reily's cock as her warm saliva drips against his cock as she takes his deeper into her mouth while she sucks on his cock. While Love is smoothly and easily sucking on Billy O'Reily's cock, she lowers her left hand down to Mikey's ball sack and rubs her left hand against his large ball sack as she quickly lifts and drops her head on Billy's cock.

"Awww...Ohhh yeah....Fuck Boss...Suck that large dick...." Billy moans as the hot movie and TV star deep throats his cock every time she lowers her head down on his pole.

Mikey licks his lips and moans as Love playfully fondles his large balls with her dainty left hand. "Mmmm.... hey.... are you gonna suck my dick soon?" Mikey asks as he slides his hand through Jennifer Love Hewitt's soft brown hair.

Love slowly lifts her head up from Billy's thick, hard cock and smirks as she glances over at Mikey. Hungrily, she licks her lips at the sight of Mikey's hard, thick and ready-to-go cock. "Hmmm...How about now, Mr. Brendon?" Love asks with a playful laugh as she turns her head towards his cock and places her warm tongue against the large head of his cock and begins to circle her soft tongue on the tip of his cock.

Licking her lips slowly, Love opened her mouth and slowly leant forward. Her tongue snaked out of her luscious mouth and playfully flicked against Mikey's dick's head. Groaning slowly, Billy watched Love eagerly flick her tongue against his dick's head again, almost teasing him. Looking up at Billy, Mikey simply mouthed. 'Oh my god!" At her oral skills, prompting Billy to chuckle, those chuckles soon turned to moans as Love wrapped both her hands around Billy's shaft and started to jerk Billy off. Love put her left hand down at his base and steadily started to beat his meat, her right hand then moved down to her nicely sized left breast. Steadily she started to fondle her own tit while playing with the racer's dicks.

Each of the boys sharing a low moan, Love regretfully moved her hand from her breast and put it back on Billy's groin. Opening her mouth, Love took Mikey's dick in and started to bob at the same pace she treated Billy to.

"Mmmmmm..." Mikey groaned and tilted his head back. Mikey moaned and licked his lips as he felt Love smoothly bob her head on his thick ten inch cock. Mikey closed his eyes as he felt Love's mouth start to move up and down his cock, her tongue roaming around his body, tasting every inch.

"Mmmm...Mmmm" Love gently moaned as she smoothly and eagerly bobbed her head, sucking Mikey's cock as her wet saliva dripped along his shaft. Mikey opened his eyes and looked down at Love another moan escaping his lips. Mikey put his left hand on top of Love's head as she continued to suck on his cock. "Mmmm...Mmmm..." Love seductively moaned around his thick cock as she lowered her head further down his long shaft, while gently lapping her soft tongue around his shaft, coating it with her saliva.

"Mmmmm...That's really good Boss..." Mikey said quietly as he pushed her hair back around her neck. "Keep at it..."

Love's hands were starting to work over time on Billy's dick, jerking up and down while playfully twisting at the base. Deciding to change things up, her hands started to work independently of each other. Her left hand moved to the top of his dick rubbing the pre cum from his dick's head while her right one went down and fondled the base, playfully rubbing against his ball sack. Letting out a low groan, Billy spoke up, after quite some time being mute, enjoying the hand job.

"Fuck Boss...I think it's time we see more of your team spirit."

Nodding his head Mikey seemed to agree at the suggestion while Love slowly stopped bobbing her head. "Yeah...Yeah we should see if you can ride as well as well as we can..."

Taking her head off of Mikey's dick, Love looked over at the team captain and grinned, seeing the hunger in both of her racers eyes she shrugged and mounted Billy's medical gurney.

"Whoa, wait a minute...The Doc'll be back any second!" Mikey said, realising that more than five minutes had passed.

Giggling, Love looked at the door. "No he won't. I've told him that we need some quality team time and won't be back until he sees me leave." Looking at each other, the racing studs got a large smile on their faces.

"Did you have this all planned out then Boss?" Billy asked a sly smile on his face while their team's sponsor kneeled over him. Smiling, Love looked shy for a second, looking to Billy and then to Mikey.

"Well...Yeah kinda. I hoped you'd both take the bait." Love admitted looking slightly bashful she shrugged. "Betcha glad I did thought aren't you?" Nodding their heads the boys did agree with her decision. "Alright then...Let's get to work!" Love exclaimed happily, taking Billy's ten inch dick in her right hand she slowly lowered herself onto Billy's large dick. Love's eyes closed slowly as her mouth dropped open, her pussy adjusting to the size of Billy's dick. Equally shocked, Billy groaned slightly as the Hollywood starlet took his dick into her cunt.

Leaning forward Love planted both her hands on the gurney and moaned lowly Billy then placed his hands on her tight ass cheeks and gently cupped them, feeling their sheer softness. Taking advantage of the situation Billy leant forward and took her right breast into her mouth, gently sucking on the nipple.

Mikey while sitting on the other gurney jerked his dick lightly making sure to keep his dick rock hard for the session. Love looked over at Mikey jerking off and shook her head lightly. "Come over here Mikey, fill my asshole up!" Grinning at the vixen in front of him Mikey ran a hand through his blonde hair and climbed up on the gurney as well.

"Hey Billy, scoot up! I'm practically falling off here!" Mikey said, as he ended up having to stand on the floor while Love rode Billy. Giggling, Love nodded her head as Billy sighed and pulled himself up the gurney, dragging his hanging right leg Love saw him struggle.

"I'm really sorry about that..." She said, apologetically, genuinely feeling sorry about the injury caused on the track.

"Don't be...Happens all the time." Billy said, regretfully moving his lips away from her gorgeous right tit. Taking his left hand up to Love's left breast he slowly started to play with her now hard nipple, trapping it between his thumb and his forefinger. He gently rolled it around making Love groan as the touch. "You have perfect breasts Love..." Billy said lowly, admiring the wonderful sight in front of him.

Mikey took hold of Love's ass cheeks and parted them. Pressing his cock against her tight asshole, Love grunted at the sudden intrusion. "Do you still want me to go on Boss?" Mikey asked, worried about their sponsors thoughts.

"No, just lube me up first...It's been a while since I had anything up there."

Nodding, Mikey looked around and found a bottle of water, seeing it was the closest thing Mikey grabbed it and to Love's surprise splashed it on her asshole. Making her shriek in surprise Mikey couldn't help but smile. As fluidly as he had splashed her asshole he had then slammed his dick deep into Love's asshole. Now double filled the real action was about to begin. Pulling out slightly Mikey then slammed his way back in to her ass.

As Mikey slammed in, Love lifted herself up and dropped down as hard as she could, feeling all of Billy's dick filling her pussy. Easily getting into a rhythm, as Billy lifted Love up Mikey drew his dick out out, and as soon as he slammed her down Mikey pushed his dick in, completely filling her up again. Billy had then latched himself onto Love's left tit, sucking on her nipple while his hands moved down to her silky thighs.

Love threw her head back and let out a loud moan as the drivers started to work their way in and out of her. Taking her right hand from the gurney Love ran a hand through Bill's hair as he hungrily sucked her tit. Ten minutes into the riding session Love let out a low moan and spoke up quietly.

"Awww...Oh Yeah...Fuck...Let's swap positions..." Love moans as she puts her hands on Billy's waist and pushes herself off of Billy's dick. Nodding, Mikey pulled out of her amazingly tight ass hole and took a few steps back off of the gurney. "Mmm, Mikey bring that gurney over here!" Love said, leaning down kissing Billy's lips slightly.

Mikey wheeled the gurney over to where Billy and Love were lying, clicking the brake button. Love looked up and smiled, planting another kiss on Billy she stood up and walked behind the second gurney. "Mmmm...Turn up the heat Mikey!" Love says as Mikey puts his hands on Love's super smooth round ass and gets Love to push her ass out slightly. Mikey then wraps his right hand around his cock and guides it into Love's warm and wet tight pussy. "Mmmmm fuck...." Mikey moans as he starts to thrust his cock in and out of Love's hot pussy.

Love moans at the sudden intrusion and leans over to Billy's rock hard dick. Planting a dainty kiss on his dick's head tasting some precum, Love presses her lips together and lifts her head away from his dick for a moment. Glancing over her shoulder she looked at Mikey and smirks as she smoothly pushes her hot body pushing back against his cock. "Mmmmmm...Ohhh fuck yeah..." Love moans before she turns her head back to Billy's cock. Love opens her mouth as she lowers her head on Billy's cock, taking his cock into her mouth and starts to bob her head.

"Ahhhh yeah...Mmmmm...Damn..." Mikey moans as he puts his hands on Love's sexy hips as he pumps his shaft fast and hard into her pussy.

Billy has both of his hands on Love's head and he holds onto her brown hair as she bobs her head on his large shaft. "Ohhhh yeah...Fuck...Damn you really give great head Love..." Billy moans as he starts moving his hips forward in order to thrust his shaft in and out of Love's hot and wet mouth.

"Mmmmm...Mmmmmm...." Love softly moans around Billy's hard, thick cock as she presses her lips tighter around his thick shaft as easily lifts and lowers her head on his cock as she sucks on his cock. Love closes her eyes as she gently slaps her wet tongue against his shaft and firmly pushes her hot, rounded ass back against Mikey's waist as he swiftly thrusts his cock quickly in and out of her hot, tight pussy.

Billy moans as he closes his eyes and leans his head back. Looking to the sky he moans, simply enjoying the sensation of Jennifer Love Hewitt sucking on his large dick. "Ahhhh...Yeah...Ohhh fuck yeah...Suck that dick..." Billy moans as Love takes more of his shaft past her lips.

Mikey moans as he wipes some sweat away from his forehead. Mikey licks his teeth as he slams his big cock fast and deep into Love's cunt, "Uhhh fuck.... oooo yeah.... you got such a hot tight cunt!" Mikey moans as his balls crash against Love's soft skin. Love gently twists her head on Billy's thick cock as she lowers her head further down on his shaft, taking him deeper into her warm, wet mouth. Moaning, the feisty diva began to quickly bob her head on his shaft as she deep throats his cock. Love's hot body continually rocks back and forth from Mikey's smooth, stiff thrusts to her tight, warm cunt.

"Ahhhh Ohh shit...Fuck...Billy...Now I see why you were hogging her pussy man...It's so fucking hot!" Mikey moans as he keeps up his hard, swift pace.

"Fuck, I can't get over how great she is with her mouth!" Billy replies with a moan of his own as Love lifts her head off of his large saliva covered prick.

"Mmmm damn...You boys are so nice to me." Love laughs as she lightly kisses Billy's large ball sack. "Want to change position again?" She asks looking over her shoulder as Mikey thrust in and out of her. Slowing his thrusts down Mikey shrugged and nodded his head.

Love grinned and licked her soft lips as she slowly brings herself to a standing position from the gurney she was lying on. Love tossed her hair back over her shoulder as she stands in front of Billy O'Reily "Mmmm...Yeah...I want to ride that thing again!" Love says with a laugh as she turns around with her smooth and hot ass facing Billy before the horny starlet turned around and sat down on top of Billy's cock, taking him into her amazingly tight ass hole. Moaning, Love immediately begins to smoothly rock back and forth, riding his cock as her soft and smooth back lightly smacks against his lightly hairy, muscular chest.

"Ahhhh...Fuck your ass is tight..." Billy moans as Love gradually gains more and more momentum as she rocks back and forth on his large stiff cock. Billy puts his hands on Love's smooth tanned legs as he thrusts his cock up into Love's hot tight ass hole.

Mikey licks his lips as he watches Jennifer Love Hewitt ride on his Racing Partner's dick "Damn Boss! A fucking hot babe like you probably needs a bit more dick! Right?" Mikey asks as he gets in front of Love and leans down a bit. Grinning Mikey presses the head of his dick against her already soaking wet pussy.

Gritting her teeth tightly Love narrows her eyes into a lustful gaze as she locks her eyes with the team's hot shot, Michael Brendon, mercilessly he pushes his cock into her pussy. "Ohhhhh Fuck yeah!" Love groans as she slams down on

Billy's cock at the same moment Billy thrusts up into Love's ass, making her eyes widen at the filling.

Billy sexily rubs Love's smooth thighs as he pumps his cock upward into her hot tight asshole while her ass grinds against his lap. "Ahhhh ohhhh fuck...Ooohhh shit! Ohhhh damn..." Billy moans as he grits his teeth and leans his head back.

Mikey, for the first time places both of his hands on Love's amazingly hot, rounded tits as he pumps his cock with swift thrusts into Love's pussy. "Uhhh damn...Ohh fuck. Fuck yeah...Just like the good times!" Love grunts as Mikey squeezes Love's hot tits.

"Ohhh yeah! Fucking good times!" Billy groans as Love grits her teeth while she grinds her pussy against Mikey's cock as Billy's cock slams deeply into her stretched asshole as sweat begins to drip off of their hot bodies.

"Ohhhh yeah fuck me!" Love moans as she slams herself down on Billy's cock just as Mikey slams his cock into Love's pussy causing his large balls to smack against her hot ass as Billy thrusts up into her ass.
"Ahhhh...Ohhhh damn...Fuck...You're the best boss ever Love!" Billy O'Reily grunts as sweat drips down his lightly hairy body as he thrusts his cock as hard as he can up into her asshole.

Mikey slowly moves his hands off of Love's hot tits and places them on her shoulders as he slowly fucks her pussy. "Uhhh...Ohhhh fuck...God damn... I've never been so happy to be working..." Mikey moans as he tosses his head back letting sweat fly from his hair as he gives Love a hard thrust just before he starts to cum. Looking Love in the eyes, she knew what was happening and simply nodded, with the OK to cum inside of Love's hot pussy. It was too much, Mikey slowly let go of his load, spraying the inside of her pussy with his seed. Love let out a low moan and tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she felt Mikey's warm, sticky cum spray into her hot pussy. Billy managed to push his orgasm back as he continued to bounce their fiery sponsor quickly and roughly up and down on his cock as she and he both sweat heavily.

"Ahhhhh ohhhh damn...Love...I'm gonna cum soon!" Billy moaned as he slid his hands to Love's sexy slender hips as he slams his cock upward into Love's tight ass.

"Nearly there...Fuck my pussy!" Love grunted as she started to play with her tits, rolling his eyes silently Billy wanted to cum there and then!

Billy slides Love up to the top of his dick and as he slides out of her ass hole he readjusts himself and let Love fall back on his dick, completely filling her pussy. Arching her back at the surprise slightly, Love leant against Billy's sweaty chest as she grinds her pussy sharply against Billy's cock "Ohhhh Yeah...Fuck my fucking pussy!" Love wildly moans, obviously nearing her personal target. Making use of one last trick as Billy started to slam her up and down his full length he moved his right hand over to her pussy. He then started to feverishly frig her clit letting her go over the edge.

Throwing her head back, sweat flying from her now wet hair, Love just missed head butting Billy as she started to orgasm over his dick. Her pussy's contractions sent Billy over the edge. Not being able to hold it anymore Billy groaned aloud and let loose a torrent of cum, shooting deep inside of Love. Love let out a torrent of expletives as she shook from side to side from a violent orgasm. Letting out a defeated groan Billy finishes cumming inside of Jennifer Love Hewitt's wet pussy.

"Ohhhh damn...Fucking...Hell..." Billy moans as he breathes hard after double-filling Love's pussy with his and Mikey's cum.

Love smirks as she glances over her shoulder at the sweating Billy O'Reily and the equally sweaty Michael Brendon.

"Mmm...Boys that was fucking great!"

"Ohhh yeah...Fucking awesome..." Mikey moans as he licks his lips, resting to catches his breath.

Billy licks his lips and nods. "Damn...Fuck...I love this fucking team...This little session and the group as a whole..."

Love giggled as she looked at the time, ten thirty three. "Hey you boys want me to go get the Doctor now?"

Billy looked up from the gurney with a strange look on his face. "Doctor...What for?" Billy asks, Love simply pointed to the rock that had caused them to be in the hospital tent. "Oh yeah..." Billy said with a slight laugh, checking out the rock still lodged in his leg.

Mikey laughed slightly. "Maybe we should dress first...Although I don't want you to Boss" Mikey said as Love leant over to kiss him.

Love and Billy both laugh at Mikey's comment says. "Well maybe if you do a little better you can see this again..." Love said slyly as she slipped her bra back on.

Mikey smiled excitedly and nods his head. "One win coming up!" Love had now completely changed and was helping Billy get his suit back on, while Mikey got himself dressed. They each looked at each other, making sure they were decent. Love smiled and blew a kiss to the boys as Mikey moved the gurney back to normal.

"Thanks you for that Doctor, he's ready to have it taken out now." Was all Love said to the Doctor as she gracefully moved through the tent's opening.

***

As his team celebrated the win, the team's back up racer Steven Rios was in turmoil. After making a promise to Elisha Cuthbert, the team's sponsor, that all of the racers would make podium he would be left to race independently. Truth be told, Steve had not been happy being a kept racer, he wanted to take his own jobs and race at his own accord. However, having not checked the small print of his contract he was obliged to either stay with 'The Blaster Cannons' or be legally bound to not race for sixty days. The amount may seem measly to some but it was a lot considering he had currently no plans to fall back on. Elisha seemed to have a hatred for him as well, easily massacring Ally and Lewis' times she still put him on back up. Ever since she knew he was married and unattainable no matter how hard she tried.

Looking over his shoulder he saw Elisha make a menacing 'Come hither' look and beckoned him towards her. Kicking up the sand, Steve walked over to his Canadian sponsor and held up his hands, already in defeat.

"My trailer...Five minutes..." Elisha simply said as she turned and with out a second to spare was already away to her luxury trailer she had rented.

Looking down at his finger Steve looked over the wedding ring currently decorating his hand. Sighing, Steve rolled it around his finger. Thinking back to his heavily pregnant wife back home in Victoria, Texas. Steve made his way to the trailer, not completely sure what to expect. As he reached the door Steve lifted his left hand to knock but his burning heart prevailed. Digging into his pocket he grabbed his cell phone and pressed the number one, then hit 'Dial'.

Ring...Ring...Ring..."Hello?" Steve's wife, Colette had answered the phone.

"Hey baby it's me. How're you and the champ doing?" Steve said smoothly down the phone trying to quell his guts doing somersaults.

Shrieking loudly Colette yelled to a person Steve couldn't quite make out. "Are you alright? We saw your team's car crash...You're not going to race are you?!"

Steve smiled for the first time in hours looking at the floor he ran a hand through his black hair. "Yeah babe I'm fine...Listen, I've got something I have to do...I'm not going to be proud of it but it has to be done...I want you to know that I love you..."

As Colette tried to pry more information out of Steve he flipped his phone shut and rapped heavily on the door three times. Getting his game face on Steve heard a voice from the other side replied that it was open. Steve opened the door casually and entered, making sure to shut it after him. Mentally preparing himself for what could happen. ~If this bitch wants a fight, she's going to get one!~ He thought as he turned to see where she was.

Spinning on the spot Steve caught Elisha's eye, hiding in the shadows of the trailer. Moving forward her figure seemed to change slightly; as his eyes tried to adjust he was greeted by a voice.

"So, you like your part here do you?"

Shaking his head Steve looked at the ground, rage bubbling in his veins. "You know I'm not. Please just let me go and cut out that legal bullshit!" Steve spat out, looking at Elisha's shape who was rapidly becoming more and more super villain like.

"Tsk tsk, such foul langue in front of a lady..." Elisha said, shaking her head from side to side. Stepping forward into the light what Steve saw shocked him deeply. Elisha was wearing nothing but a white robe that she hadn't tied together. Underneath the robe Elisha had on a white tank top and a pair of black panties that were clear enough to give a hint of her vagina beneath but dark enough to keep it hidden. "Of course, you'd be leaving me a driver down and I would be very upset...Do you still want to leave?"

Steve's mouth had suddenly become dry, he struggled to make his mind think of anything but the spectacular pair of encased breasts staring him in the face. He knew he should leave before he did something he would deeply regret, but all his blood seemed to be flowing away from his legs and brain, heading straight to his lower regions.

"Well...You're not leaving, contractually and physically...Now that's a good sign." Elisha said putting a hand on Steve's racing suit clad chest and pushing him back toward the sofa in her luxury trailer.

The touch of her hand shredded the last remaining bit of willpower Steve had. Acknowledging what this vixen wanted Steve grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her to him. When she collided with his body he put a strong arm around her and lifted her up.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Elisha squealed, simply hooking her legs around his waist.

With one hand on her soft back, Steve grabbed the hem of her panties with his free hand. Wanting this to be over as soon as possible, Steve yanked on the thin fabric until it ripped free on the left side. Carefully adjusting his grip to the other side of the tiny piece of fabric that split her ass cheeks Steve yanked again until it tore from the other side as well. The panties now hanging limply from her Steve pulled them free and dropped the now useless garment to the floor.

"Well then...Let's see what you have for the boss..." Elisha said reaching a hand between them pushing her hand into the suit he was wearing. "Well it's there for me...." Elisha said slyly, rubbing his thick eight inch cock with her hand.

Elisha unwrapped her legs and unravelled the Racing Suit he was decked out in. Letting it drop to the floor Elisha quickly re-hooked her legs. Steve moved forward and pinned Elisha's back to the wall. He put his hands under her arms pressing against the wall. He then lifted her until he felt the tip of his cock press against her cunt. Feeling her wet pussy he immediately drove up into her, burying himself in her in one smooth stroke.

"Shit!" Elisha gasped, her eyes opening wide with surprise at his dick's size.

If he hadn't been so in need to get the task done he might have taken his time to explore the wonders of this Canadian starlet's body, but that would have left him in a catch twenty-two situation. If he hadn't been in such need, he wouldn't be so deep in his sponsor to begin with.

"Fuck me." Elisha lowly said, grabbing one of the straps to her tank top and slowly pulled it down her arm. When the tit on that side was free she switched hands and pulled the other one down.

Wrapping her arms around his neck Elisha teasingly pressed her tits against his chest. Each thrust he made into her caused her nipples to rub against his hairy chest, the sheer friction sending shots of pleasure through her body.

"Fucking Slut, that's what you are...Dangling a carrot in front of me...Fuck..."

Steve groaned through gritted teeth, moving his hands down her luscious body to grip her ass. "Is this what you wanted from me?"

"Fuck Yeah!" Elisha moaned, the rage of his sex drive bringing her dangerously close to orgasm already. "Make me cum."

That one surprised Steve, he had no idea his boss felt that way about him. He'd thought he was in desperate need of getting away, but she wasn't anywhere near as desperate as he was. He chalked it up to her being a nymphomaniac a woman that can orgasm at will, still he was a married man and it worked wonders for his ego being able to bring her off so quickly.

Watching her intently as they fucked, Steve judged when she was about to reach the point of no return. Just before she got there he sadistically lifted her up and pulled his cock out of her completely.

"Noo..." Elisha weakly whimpered as she was left hovering on the brink of orgasm.

"Hands and knees." Steve commanded in a strange bout of power, sliding her down the trailer's wall until she got the hint. Deciding to roll the dice Steve grabbed his racing suit when she didn't react quickly enough. "I could always leave and not finish you off."

"No! Fuck me!" Elisha begged, immediately dropping onto her knees, she cast him a sexy look over her shoulder before submitting and dropping down onto all fours. "Please."

"Fuck me...Ever the tease, aren't you?" Steve asked, stepping up behind her.

"Always," Elisha said, giving her ass a little shake reminding him why they were there. As if he could forget.

Deciding to do something he and his wife hadn't done in a while he again took the gambit. "You know what Sluts get, don't you?" Steve asked, dragging his cock along her slit.

"Don't know, don't really care..." Elisha said, looking over her shoulder while waiting for him to fuck her.

Ignoring her flippant remark Steve continued the game. "They get fucked in the ass!" Steve exclaimed, moving his cock to press it against her asshole.

"Uhhh!" Elisha moaned, feeling his big cock pushing into her ass. She was nowhere near an anal virgin, but normally she liked a little foreplay up to the act. A little preparation and lubrication would've been greatly appreciated, but she'd got his cock there and then she wasn't going to turn him away just because he didn't follow her rules and addendums.

When the head of his cock forcefully popped past her sphincter, Steve paused a moment. He knew he wanted to go full speed ahead, but he also knew from experience that it was better not to do that with a woman's asshole. Anal was a rare treat for Steve, his sadistic side told him to do it but his more humane side shone through. Looking over her shoulder Steve made sure she was ok with it.

"Fuck my ass..." Elisha confirmed. Steve grinned and pushed more of his pole into her ass she reached back and quickly rubbed her clit. By the time Steve was all the way inside her, Elisha's orgasm was already back on track.

"Tsk tsk...Sluts always like being fucked in their loose ass." Steve said, loving the way her anything but loose asshole was clamped around his cock.

Putting a hand on her lower back Steve pushed her forward while he pulled back. He slowly began to fuck her ass with about half his cock. After every thrust he pulled back slightly farther until he was stroking the full length in and out of her hole.

"Ohh, getting close!" Elisha moaned, as she frigged her clit like a woman possessed.

"Not yet." Steve dryly stated, reaching down and forcefully pulling her hand away from her clit.

"Please!" Elisha pleaded. "Fuck me!" Elisha said, pushing her ass back against him with a sense of urgency.

Gritting his teeth Steve decided to go all out, Steve was at an easily approachable target. He figured any longer and he may have to consider doing it again.

Letting go of Elisha's hand Steve gripped her hips with both of his hands. While Elisha's hand went back to massaging her clit Steve picked up the pace of his thrusts. The guilt that was clawing away at him only made him slam into Elisha that much harder. He was taking it out on her for making him cheat on Colette.

"So...Good!" Elisha moaned, feeling her climax just around the corner.

"Fucking Slut!" Steve hissed, raising his left hand and delivering a harsh smack to Elisha's ass.

"Ow!" Elisha moaned, secretly loving the sting searing from where his strong hand had made contact with her soft skin.

"Gonna cum in your ass!" Steve said, not caring if she objected. He mercilessly slammed into her one last time before unloading all of his spunk.

"Oh God," Elisha screeched, finally achieving her own orgasm as she felt his cock start to pulse inside her asshole.

And that was it...Time seemed to stay still as the horror of what he had just done washed over him. Pulling out of her asshole Steve looked as she happily rolled over and looked at him.

Getting a face of thunder Steve simply said three words while wiping the sweat away from his forehead. "Can I leave?"

Elisha looked at the floor and smiled. Tossing him his Racing Suit she simply said two tiny sentences. "I'll think about it...Now get out of my trailer..." Shell shocked, Steve put on the suit and stepped out of the trailer as he walked towards the racing pit her words sunk in. 'I'll think about it..." Steve realised that she had no intention of letting him go! She was simply using him as a sick little fuck puppet in her game! Looking around for someone to punch Steve saw a better opportunity.

Running over to the Race Questions table he looked down at the cute blonde girl's name tag and poured on the Texan charm. "Well hey there darlin'. I don't suppose you could help a fella like me? You see I'm in a bit of a pickle...I wanted to race for 'Screaming Monkey' but seems like I gone and made a fool of myself! You see I was writing out my registration form and I overheard someone talking about a cute little blonde. Well that was you obviously!" The girl blushed as Steve effortlessly wrapped her around his little finger. "They then said Blaster Cannons and me being the easily duped fella I am wrote that down! Don't you think that's silly of me?"

The girl chuckled lightly and pushed up her glasses that had fallen to the tip of her nose. "Well, we can trade you over if you get the other driver's consent...Do you have the consent?"

Leaning over the table, Steve lightly whispered in the girl's ear something that made her cackle hysterically. "Oh well...I'm sure we can probably wave it just this once..." She then brought up her laptop she was keeping hidden away from sight and flipped it open. Tapping a few buttons on the keyboard she smiled and looked up at Steve who playfully winked at her. Giggling, the girl tapped a few more buttons and then tapped the side in an 'all done' fashion.

"There you are all done! Sorry about the wait my computer's being a slow poke today!" Shaking his head lightly Steve put his hands up.

"Hey now I didn't mind the wait, just gave me more time to look into your beautiful eyes!" Steve said, winking as he walked away. His goofy grin soon turned sour as he dug into his pocket and scooped out his phone. Keying in his wife's number he rang home, not wanting to confess but wanting to hear her sweet, sweet voice.

***

Elisha was feeling pretty proud of herself, not only had she got all of her driver's under her thumb but she had just screwed another woman's wife...Little did she know that she was ready to be screwed herself soon enough.

***

The teams had all gathered at the individual race pits, looking over their vehicles they all seemed to be fine and in perfect working order. Each team captain nodded their heads as time seemed to sail out the window. The desert heat quickly becoming the norm as they raced around the test areas, simple figures of eight while VIP Spectators watched them.

Big Damn Racers were the first to be prepared, loading their motors into a large compartment they were driven away to the new finish line. Laura sighed as she watched them travel away, her third place still weighing on her mind. Just when she needed him the most Marc was there to wrap his big arms around her. Kissing her lightly on the head he whispered gently to her. "We're both going to take first and second place...Take us to the top of the table and go on to win the last race...Then we're going to win all of tomorrow and then we're going to have hot...Sweaty...Jungle sex right in our five star hotel room. Hell maybe I'll get to get off this time." Marc joked, poking fun at their earlier sex session.

"Har har, very funny. It's just...Something didn't feel right signing them away like that..." Laura said, her eyes saying something her body wasn't. Marc leaned in so he could look at her properly.

"What do you mean? You think something's wrong with the Pick-Ups and ATV's?" Marc asked, his eyes starting to look worried.

Quickly dismissing the thoughts Laura shook her head before lightly kissing him on the lips. "No no, I'm sure they're fine...I'm just upset about the third place trying to place the blame...I and the vehicles are fine. Now do you want the Pick-Up or the ATV?"
***

Nathan Fillion was sat at the nearest deck with a web connection updating his Myspace when a shadow blocked his screen. Turning round Nathan saw Marc looking very nervous.

"Hey Marc, everything alright there buddy?"

Shaking his head Marc looked over his shoulder ensuring Laura was out of earshot he leaned down his voice barely above a whisper. "No...I'm pretty sure Laura's not with us. She's seemed really distracted lately. I think we should swap her for the next race."

Raising an eyebrow Nathan looked at his loyal racer, laughed and shook his head lightly. "Laura doesn't know you're here does she?" Marc shook his head; no humour was in his voice as he spoke.

"Nathan, I'd really appreciate it if you used a back-up driver for the next race. I don't know what it is but she seems to be really spooked about something." Nathan nodded, the compassion in his voice shone through as Marc reasoned with him. There was nothing he could do, Marc was determined to not let Laura race. Holding his hands up Nathan agreed.

"Alright no problem, I'll set it up that we use a back up driver. We've just had a new recruit join up I'll let him race it. Obviously the limelight will be shining on you now." Nathan said, unsure of how Marc would take it. Shrugging, Marc nodded his head and simply said sure. Holding his hands up Nathan made the changes unaware of the chaos it would cause on the team.

The announcers' voice pierced the desert air as the teams fiddled with their vehicles. "All participants please make their way towards the starting line to hand in their Race Entry Form to register."

END

Author's Note: Wow, a lot easier than I thought it would be :-) The race I thought sucked but that's what feedback's for!
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