Starting from the Pit lane - Lewis Hamilton

No more hammer time

-Please take it off. I can't resist the temptation- Marco moaned beneath her as he played with the straps of her bra.
Melissa giggled and quickly pulled it off. She continued to jump on him and placed her palms on his chest caressing him gently.
She closed his eyes and saw the same scene in the conference room with Lewis. Her eyes suddenly widened and she asked him to get on top of her. Marco took her by the hips and lay down on top of her. He kissed her but Melissa kept her teeth sealed.
-Oh God I'm about to come- Marco said panting as he held his head in the hollow between his girlfriend's neck and shoulder.
Melissa sighed as he pulled out of her and watched as he took off the condom.
–Don't think I will not take care of you- he chuckled. She looked at him puzzled as he hid in the bathroom. He came out shortly after, clean, fresh and fragrant and grabbed her ankles vigorously. He pulled her towards him and knelt on the edge of the bed, brought her knees up to her chest and began kissing the inside of her sole up to her thigh -now don't think about anything anymore, you're here with me- Melissa breathed a sigh of relief and abandoned herself in the hands of Marco, who now knew her body enough to be able to finish her off in a matter of minutes.

They woke up with their two backs attached.
-Good morning-
-Good...- Melissa looked at the time and jumped out of bed –The race!-
Marco looked at the time too -The plane!- and also jumped out of bed.

Melissa dressed in the same clothes as the day before. While she was putting on her bra she saw her panties again "I can't put on the same ones from yesterday" she hesitated for a second and then stuck them in the bag under the notebook.
Marco missed the plane and the next one was taking off an hour later, so he accompanied Melissa to the paddock. They said goodbye with a kiss and he turned around to go to the airport.

Lewis saw them kissing from afar, and the first thing he saw was the same clothes as the day before. For better or worse Melissa always had the same things, perhaps combined differently, but the clothes were the same for obvious reasons. But she never wore the same things for two weekends in a row, she would have never thought wearing the same for two days in a row. He licked his lips in annoyance and went to fix Roscoe.
Melissa caught Lewis's eye as she was heading towards the McLaren paddock.

-Ciao-
And he nodded at her -are you coming this way?-
-Yes-
And then he motioned for her to come with him.
-Ugly-
-What?-
-Your little boy-
-Still with this story?-
-It's you who's carrying it forward, not me-
-I'm not doing anything-
-Aside from getting on my nerves?-
-Look, you and I just met by chance, what fault would I have now?-
In fact Lewis didn't know how to answer but he came out with:-I don't know how you always ask the wrong questions not only during interviews-
-I don't have the same talent as you at exposing bullshit behind a dazzling smile-
-Maybe one day you will learn something about communication-
-Maybe one day you too will learn to answer without looking like an advertising mannequin- she chased him on her heels, struggling to keep up with him.
-If only you drove like you talk...-
-Finally a sensible answer without the help of a script, congratulations- she waved her bag to parody his mimicry.
-I am a world champion, of course I have talent-
-So you always have to be so arrogant?-
-Learn humility, baby girl-
-See you on the track, champion-
-I can't wait- he muttered sourly.

He changed and paraded through the paddocks as he reached his car. His engineer, Bono, asked him how he was doing and Lewis didn't answer.
P20.

From that moment on, all performances plummeted.