Christine rides again

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"Bye dad! I'm taking Christine out for a spin!" Hope called out, grabbing the car keys to her new car who she learned was named Christine because of the tag.

It had been but a month since her father and her restored the newly repaired Christine and suddenly Hope found herself wanting to spend time with her car.. She stifled a giggle from thinking about her new hot rod. Typing in the pincode for the garage where they kept her in, the doors swung open and she walked inside, smiling as she saw her bright red car.

"Christine..~" She called out as the car's engines purred upon hearing Hope's voice. "You wanna go out for a drive, sweetie?" she asked, jingling the keys. The car purred out happily as the blonde smiled, opening the driver's side and gently closing it. Hope put the key into the ignition and drove out of the garage, speeding off into the road.

As she drove, the radio played 'I Wonder why' by Dion and The Belmonts as she laughed sweetly and stroked her dashboard. "Don't worry, Christine, nobody's ever gonna come between us. Not if this ballroom dancer has anything to say about that~" She said to her as Christine purred softly, enjoying the attention.

"Oh, red light." She then hit the brake pedal softly, bringing Christine to a stop as they waited for the light to turn green. Out of the corner of the girl's eye, she spotted a black van filled with rowdy juniors. She ignored them until they started cat-calling her as she scoffed and rolled the window up. Of course, due to her being a senior and a beauty in the dance community, Hope had so many fans that just wanted her for her body.

The cat-calls grew louder and there were.. Suggestive comments from some of the guys in the van. She rolled her eyes and noticed Christine was getting.. irritated..? Once the light turned green, Hope sped off, leaving the guys in the dust. "Ignore them, Christine. They're just perverts that don't know how to respect a woman." She reassured her car, petting the dashboard once more. "Oh yeah! I gotta get a new spray bottle of CSI Q-7 car wax and that Honeydew Snow car soap you like so much. Luckily, there's a place that-" She swerved to avoid a large truck and narrowly missed hitting a car.

Hope poked her head out of Christine's window and started cursing the driver out in New Orleans Cajun French, saying words that could make the devil blush and popped her head back inside, continuing to drive. "Unbelievable! He nearly caused us to crash, nearly got me killed and you scrapped beyond repair! Does he have NO sense of SHAME?!" she was visibly pissed off but not as much as Christine was.

HOW DARE HE NEARLY RUN DOWN MY DRIVER/NEW OWNER!!!

Christine was out for blood.. But she decided to wait until night fell. Right now, she was going to enjoy her new owner's presence. This time, Dennis and Leigh were NOT gonna try to take this one from her! Once they got to the car shop, Hope took the keys out of the ignition and opened the door, closing it behind her.

"Sit right here, Christine~ I won't be long." She patted the hood and smiled, going through the two double doors. That was when Christine saw two hooded men coming towards her.. Car-jackers. the first car-jacker looked at Christine for a few minutes before saying: "How much do you think we'll get from her?" as his buddy responded with: "Hmm... Maybe two thousand or four thousand from this Fury."

A flash of pure horror filled her engines at the thought of being separated from her owner as the car thieves attempted to break in the lock until a familiar voice cried out: "OH GOD, SOMEBODY HELP ME, THEY'RE STEALING MY CAR!" As two security guards grabbed the thieves and slapped handcuffs on them after chasing them when they tried to run away.

Christine's headlights turned to face whoever called out the jackers and saw Hope, crying and so frightened yet relieved while a store employee comforted her.

"Oh God.. why did they nearly steal my Christine..?"

"It's alright miss, our guards got them."

Hope let a tear fall down her cheek and passers-by held her and consoled her, handing her a tissue to dry her eyes. She looked so tiny and fragile in her oversized dark blue sweater dress...

"Your a brave young lady for getting security.."

"You must've been so frightened when you saw them stealing your car."

"Poor dear..."

"Car-jackers giving her a heart attack, what were they thinking?!"

After all that was settled, Hope placed the bag in the passinger's side and drove out of the parking lot. "You alright, Christine?" she asked, rubbing her compartment. She let out a frightened roar as Hope gently shushed her. "You're ok, Christine. I doubt those guys will be getting out of prison since it looked like it wasn't their first time stealing a car." Hope told her. Once they got home, Hope grabbed the bag and placed the items on the shelves as she put it aside.

Once night fell, Hope could hear the sound of Christine's engines roaring and ignored it, thinking it was just her father taking Christine out for a spin or something, unaware about the car being possessed and going after the juniors who cat-called her. She tossed and turned in her bed, having fever dreams of a teenager with long dark black hair up into a high ponytail, snowy skin and eyes that were as red as blood, dressed as though she was from a 1950s Sears catalogue yet tomboyish..

She began moaning a name, the name of her car as she squirmed and panted, writhing mindlessly as she gripped onto her pillow as she dreamed of hands wandering over her body and kisses that caressed her: Christine.

Christine owned her arousal for nobody ever made her feel THIS good before and she didn't seem to care.