USWNT player Kelley O'Hara loves speed, and theirs nothing sexier than a hot woman driving a car at close to 200 mph. When Coca-Cola asks if she would be interested in representing their brand and also be in the pace car for the upcoming Dayton 500, she jumps at the opportunity; hoping that it will present her with a chance to meet her current girl crush and driver of the #15 GoDaddy.com car, Danica Patrick.
Arriving at the track on race day, Kelley is busy with interviews and promoting the upcoming Women's World Cup. She even ends up doing a meet and greet session with the fans before the race starts.
As race time draws nearer, she is led around the pit area and introduced to the different drivers. All of the guys seem to be really nice and they all take pictures with her. They stand outside the GoDaddy garage and can here someone yelling and throwing things inside.
Kelley turns to the NASCAR rep, "Is that normal or should someone maybe go check it out?"
"Stay away from there and her; unless you want to get hurt."
"What do you mean, hurt?"
"Danica comes across as all sweet and nice in the media, but she really isn't. To put it mildly, she's a bitch and on the verge of losing her sponsorship. Speak of the she-devil, here she comes."
"Hello, Ted."
"Danica."
Danica moves closer to Kelley, gives her a once over and then extends her hand, "And you are?"
Kelley shakes her hand, "Kelley O'Hara, it's nice to meet you, Danica."
"I'm sure it is. Maybe, you'd like to join me in my trailer after the race, Kelley."
"Umm, sure, yeah, we could talk."
"Or we can do other things. I need to get back to the idiot crew now, I look forward to seeing you later, Kelley."
Danica walks back into the garage and starts yelling again.
"What exactly just happened?"
"I probably should have warned you that Danica is also known for her tendency to pick someone to come back to her trailer after a race, have her way with them and then kick them to the curb."
"So, you're saying that Danica Patrick wants to have sex with me?"
"Yes."
"Not gonna lie, that's pretty fucking cool!"
Ted shakes his head at her excitement and reaction, "We should get to the infield now, and get ready for the race."
Kelley takes in the crowds and scenery until it's time for her to take her place in the pace car alongside the driver, Neal.
"So, what exactly does the pace car do?"
"Once the cars are all lined up and the call is made to start them, we lead them out on the track and then gradually increase their speed, before we book it off the track and the flag is dropped to start the race."
"That sounds easy enough, can I drive?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a trained professional and you're a soccer player. Plus, the head honchos would have my head if anything were to happen to you."
"Alright, can I at least hang out the window and film it?"
"Sure, but if you drop your phone, we aren't going back for it."
"I can live with that. Now, let's go racing!"
With the anthem sung, and cars started, they lead the pack out onto the track. Kelley films in and around her as the speed starts to increase. Soon Neal pulls the car off the track and the racers drive by making the ground shake beneath them. The green flag drops and the race is on.
Kelley takes a spot in the Coca-Cola sponsored area and has her fill of junk food while the cars go round and round.
Three long, hot hours later the checkered flag comes out and the fans rise to their feet as Austin Dillon makes a late pass and takes the flag. Kelley watches as the final positions are posted and sees the #15 finishing in 12th place.
Kelley finishes off with her responsibilities and once the cars are back in the garages and carriers, she is allowed to make her way to the trailer area. As she walks, she looks at the numbers posted on the outside of them and when she reaches the green and black one, she stops. As an elite-level athlete, Kelley never lets her nerves get the best of her, but at that moment she feels a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and considers walking away.
Taking some deep breaths, she has all but decided to leave, when she hears a familiar voice, "I didn't think you were coming." She turns back around and sees Danica looking at her, "I don't know if I should be here." Danica steps down and out of her trailer, walking to Kelley, "I'm sure Ted filled your head with stories about me; I'm not going to deny them because they are mostly all true. The thing is Kelley, I like to play hard and drive fast and in the all-boys club that is NASCAR that has earned me a reputation. Now, are you going to follow me into my trailer or do I have to find someone else to play with?"
"One question, can I be the top?" Danica laughs at her and then with a serious look lets out, "No, I'm in the driver's seat, you get to sit back and enjoy the ride."
"Okay, then count me in."
Danica leads Kelley into her trailer, locking the door behind her before they make their way to the back bedroom.
"Take your clothes off." Kelley does as asked and stands naked in front of the racer. "Aren't you going to take yours off?"
Danica shakes her head, "No, you are." Kelley takes her clothes off and licks her lips as she sees the racer's body.
After they go a couple of rounds, Danica gets off the bed and throws Kelley's clothes at her, "That was fun, now it's time for you to leave. I don't do repeats or relationships. Goodbye, Kelley."
With that Danica heads into the small bathroom and Kelley can hear the shower turn on. She gets her clothes on and leaves the trailer and Danica behind, not even checking the rearview once.

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A Different Time and Place - A Collection of WoSo one shots.
FanfictionA Different Time and Place will be a collection of one-shots I have written pertaining to Women's Soccer and some of the more famous players. I will include traditional and non-traditional pairings in settings of my own creation; some on the pitch...