Thank you for being a fellow vcarb strategy hater, im glad im not alone in my constant astonishment about how vcarb strategy lets their drivers down whether it be pierre, yuki, or daniel.
The thing that gets me is they have a half decent social media presence so they just end up celebrating the one driver they managed not to eff over when they constantly eff over one, if not both, of their drivers
It's not changed in the last four years and likely never will
Danny Ric smiled as he unwrapped his arm from your waist, and he accepted the hug from Max, “hey buddy…happy to see you over break!”
“Merry Christmas!” the driver said excitedly, “I’m glad that you could stop by and spend the holidays with us. Kelly and I-wait, who is this?”
“This is my girlfriend!” Daniel smirked as he looked back at you. You tried to give Daniels’ friend, and the driver you had seen around a smile, but you just felt awkward standing on the porch, knowing that he didn’t recognize you.
“Girlfriend?” Max asked, “since when? Were you dating her before we went on break?”
“Oh…uh, yeah…” he smiled gently as he re-wrapped his arm around you, “you really don’t recognize her? She works for Red bull!”
Max paled.
Being aware of things outside of racing wasn’t necessarily his strong suit. But knowing that she worked for the same company she did, and that she was obviously running with them during the racing season made him feel nervous.
“I-I’m sorry. I don’t often talk to a lot of people outside of my circle.”
“She’s the Red bull social media coordinator.” Daniel smirked. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, “I can’t believe you don’t recognize her!”
“Daniel…really. It’s okay!”
“It’s not okay!” he frowned down at you.
“It’s not okay…”
You bit your lip as the tears streamed down your cheeks, “I-I didn’t mean to. I-“
His jaw clenched and he shook his head at you, “you’re going to help me for what you did.”
“I-I didn’t mean to, Daniel-“
“You caused me to miss my meeting with Christian, and they re-signed Checo instead of giving me the seat…so you’re going to make sure that I make my way up the ladder before 2024.”
“Dani-“
But he cut you off when he held up his hand, “Horner asked you to send out the contract when you were filling in for his assistant and you sent it to Checo. You sent him my meeting date. My contract!”
“I didn-“
“You owe me…you owe me so much!”
“But I-“
“Do you want me to tell him?” he growled, “do you want me to let him know that you fucked up? That you caused him to have to rely entirely on Max?”
“I-I…no…”
“Then until you help me fix this…you’re mine!”
“Y-yours?”
“Hey…you coming?”
You looked up at Daniel, his hand squeezing yours just a little too tightly, “oh-uh…yeah. I-I’m sorry.”
“You need to cool it,” he whispered shortly through gritted teeth when Daniel made his way down the hall without the two of you, “you’re going to embarrass me…”
“I-I’m sorry…I-“
“You know what happens when you embarrass me,” he smirked, “I know you didn’t forget the last time.”
“Say it again,” the Australian growled in your ear as his hips snapped against yours, “say it again, sweetheart!”
“I’m sorry,” you moaned, unable to control your body as your orgasm spasmed through you, “I-I’m sorry…oh GOD!”
“Did I say you could cum?” he hissed, hips bucking wildly, “Did I?”
“Daniel!”
“Fine,” he growled, “you want to cum….you’re not going to stop until you pass out from exhaustion! Hope it was worth it!”
You whimpered, your thighs clenching instinctively as you felt the dull ache from the previous week.
For forgetting to pack his sunglasses in his go-bag you’d been forced to the bed and overstimulated until you truly did pass out.
When you came to, he was still thrusting away.
It was only the other day you could wear underwear because your core was so sensitive from the amount of pleasure he’d given you.
“Babe…” Your eyes shot to Daniels’ and he gave you a faux charming smile as he patted his lap, “c’mere…sit with me.”
You gave him a nervous look as the other Checo and his wife engaged in conversation with Max once more.
“Ye-yeah…”
You didn’t have much time to respond as he pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist, “be good…and I might just let you be the one to unwrap your present tonight.”
“P-present?”
He smirked as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, “what…did you think we were just coming to the holiday dinner and that was it? You’re mine all break before you jet off to help Horner with the social media strategy next year…”
“Daniel, I-“
“Be a good girl, sweetheart!” he smiled charmingly, as his hand reached down to caress your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.
And not the traditional way Mark and I love slot car racing because it’s fun and you get to drive smaller versions of race cars you would never have a shot to drive. See my blog entry about it. How’d you like to see how Grand Prix racers see a track? No, not the traditional way where there’s a in-car camera. Here’s a fun video where Daniel Riccairdo takes you on a tour of the Canadian F1 track,…
