The Manwhore | Pierre Gasly

Chapter One

Knowing that now was the only chance to get some autographs from the drivers, she pulled her notebook from her bag and tried to pass the podium on which Lewis Hamilton was standing. The Brit had run to the side, his trophy held high into the air in victory while pointing at the crowd which had formed under the podium. People were cheering and clapping in delight, while the other podium sitters watched, all of them smiling while they waited for the Brit to come back and join them for the podium photo.

Pushing her way through the crowd, words of apology constantly on her lips as she finally found a space where she could stand and breathe at the same time as a girl run towards her and hugged her around the neck in delight.

"He won!" The girl exclaimed. A mighty woman of colour, at least twice her size, but she absolutely owned her beautiful curves and her artfully braided hair. She was wearing tasteful black jeans and a black cap, but it was the black Mercedes shirt which told her why the other girl was so excited. Joy and delight were radiation from her, and it was infectious.

Smiling at the girl with the Mercedes cap, she looked over her shoulder at the podium. "Why don't you go closer to try and see better?" The girl asked causing the Mercedes fan to point at the notebook the Caucasian girl was holding. A little booklet, in white with blue colour change as if it was painted with water colours.

"I think we had the same idea. I know a place where we might catch a few drivers." The bigger girl said, before taking her hand and pulling the petite girl, who wasn't wearing team wear after her.

Allowing the young woman, who must have been around her age lead her. She wondered where they were going until they reached a little parking space. The girl taped her onto the shoulder as if to say good luck, before she ran off and totally on her own, she let her eyes wander over the parking lot before she saw Zhou, who was throwing his bag into the back of a car. Tightening the grip around her notebook she walked over to the Chinese, who looked up upon seeing the tall Caucasian near him.

"I'm sorry for bothering you... but uh, could I have an autograph?" She asked, a smile on her lips as the Chinese driver turned over to her. He was about to say no, politely of course, but he saw how the woman was holding her open notebook and pen in hand, in gentle suggestion, causing him to exhale slowly before smiling back at her.

"Sure." He told her, taking the notebook and pen, before signing. "You liked the race?" He wondered causing her to nod, the smile bright on her face.

"It was my first race. I'm sorry it didn't end as you wanted it." She spoke causing Zhou to close the booklet after signing, only to take the time to give her a thankful smile, while other fans seemed to notice him and moved to come over as well.

"It's fine," Zhou said, brushing the memory of his bad race away. The woman was holding out her hand to get her booklet back, but Zhou noticed as the sides in the book moved that he was the first autograph she got.

"Your first race you say?" He mumbled, his eyes on the sides as he browsed through them. Each page was for a different driver. Their names are written on the top.

"With so few signatures, I can't let you leave." He told the girl before him. "I think I can impression a few of the others if you want me to try?"

Opening the book again, he had seen many signatures of other drivers so he was sure he would be able to 'fake' some of them for this woman's first race ever.

"Please." She told him with a nod, causing him to sign as George, Alex, Lewis and Valtteri before he handed it back.

"You're very kind, thank you." The girl made sure to say, before the swarm of fans came over to them, causing the Chinese to say a quick goodbye.