Jacks POV : "so I guess you had fun, you spent three hours in a hot bath and didn't faint, which means something kept your blood pumping right quick."

Rabbit said right behind me. I didn't jump. I knew he was there. I just wasn't expecting that particular statement. "I did indeed." I responded.

He grinned. "Good, I need you in good spirits, you're racing for pinks. Here." He handed me a fluorescent pink card.

"I didn't think it would actually be pink?" I said, turning it.

On the back was my car, described in detail from age to model, though horsepower and rpms, and o-60 was blank.

"Thanks.." I said.

"Don't lose that. Some cocky racers write in the rpms and horsepower to scare you.

Make sure you always read the pink card of the other person. Hopefully they're cocky.

But remember that not all cars react to rpms the same, so be cautious, and put everything you have into every race, I don't care if your opponent is a rusted out Beamer."

"Got it boss."

"Good. Let's go meet your new look."

The car was matte black, like I'd asked, and the rust was gone. The entire outside was new looking.

I ran towards it and caught the keys Cheshire pegged at me, then nearly tackled him in a hug. "It looks amazing!!!" I said.

He awkwardly patted my back, chuckled and said "you're welcome, now please get off. I have severe anxiety about people touching me."

"Oh! Sorry." I let go and backed up a step, and he visibly relaxed. "All right?" I said.

"Yeah, just needed some air. Now take it and go. Bring me back that charger eh?" He chuckled.

"I'll do my best!!" I climbed into the drivers side and looked over. Rabbit was grinning.

"You're about to learn something about me. Oh, and don't call me rabbit out there. I'll call you Jack, and you call me Caine. Got it? I'm well known in the Race world."

"Ok, Caine."

"It's still sir."

"Heh, aye sir."

"Cheeky kid."

"Yessir" I smiled. We drove to the same place as last night. The guy had already changed his car up a little, and he was gonna take me serious this time.

We drove up to the starting line and cut our engines. Caine stepped out of the car, and I followed.

There was a collective gasp, and then a thousand questions at once. Caine raised his hands. They stopped. Holy fuck who was he to them?

Somebody handed him a mike.

"See this fella here? This Is Jack. He's my student, and today's his first lesson. He's gonna be racing pinks with this guy." He pointed to the guy I'd already raced.

"And I'll accept it, whoever wins. Losing is just as important to learning as winning. Respect his privacy as you do mine, and we'll all get along.

And ladies, stay off him. His lady is far prettier than you all put together. Sorry, but it's true. No offense.

Now! On towards the finish line! Hun, if you'd wave your garment as usual to start the race?"

He got back in the car and threw the mike to the guy who'd given it.

"Who are you to them?" I said as soon as he was in.

"I'm the best racer in the city. Ever seen Tokyo drift?"

"Yeah?"

"Think of me as the Drift King. I'm the king of racing in this city, and seeing as these are the best racers in the world, ta-dah. Makes me the best driver in the world."

"So they idolize you."

"Unfortunately."

"All right." The chick bent over, and removed her panties slowly, giving us a full view.

"Told ya so." She threw them, and as soon as it hit the ground, I let go of the clutch and break, letting the gas propel me foreword.

I reached high enough rpm to shift, and did so. And again. I was going 200 at least. I reached the end of the quarter mile, and cut my engine. The guy stopped next to me, got out, and stomped over.

Fuck.

He threw a punch, and Caine was there, holding his wrist. Then Caine cocked back his fist and slammed it into his gut, bending him over from the force.

He collapsed at my feet. "I'd apologize to my friend, hitch a ride, and never come back. You're not welcome in this town any longer. The Races are non-violent.

Using violence makes you completely inept, and you should never come back. If you do, we'll take your new car, and crush it. Capisce?"

"I'm sorry, really, I just got angry is all."

"Angry cause you lost? How's that his fault? You just weren't good enough. this is his first real race.

And you lost. You're clearly not qualified to race in this city. Hand me your Keys and pinks cards."

"Yes sir." He handed me his Keys, and two cards.

"Where's the other?"

"In my garage. Please don't take it, that wasn't the bet!"

"You're right. I'm not going to take it, I don't have that right. I just wanna make sure you don't race here again. now leave." Caine handed him the second card, then handed the first one, for this car, to me.

I slipped it in my pocket, then helped the guy up. He mumbled a sorry and then walked away.

Caine called Cheshire. "We're at The Races, the rookie just won a car, come tow it to the garage yeah?

And there's the guy, he tried to hit Jack. Make sure he leaves town." He lowered his voice. "Without wheels."

"Got it boss. Describe the car?"

"We're standing next to it. blue charger, black hood."

"Got it, I see you boss. I have a truck at the races already. Should be in your sights in a minute or two. Lots of people."

"Got it. Thanks cat."

"No problem boss, always fun."

"Alright." He hung up.

A tow truck blew it's horn, backing towards the car.

"So this is what I do with the cars I win? Call Cheshire?"

"Yep. Or if you have to leave your car someplace. It's lojacked, so no worries. No cops can trace it, but we can."

"Awesome. What if I'm stranded without my car?"

"Your phones lojacked too."

"Okie. That's perfect. I get lost a lot in cities." The tow truck attached the charger to itself. "Wait, what if he left cash in there?"

"Then it goes to the business. You didn't bet for money, so taking it would be stealing. Don't draw attention to it."

"Okie." I was still stumped on how to use the debit card he'd given me.

"Hope you're ready for another race." He said.

"What?" I looked around. There were plenty of men and women standing next to cars, or in them. Watching us with interest.

I saw a woman with an extremely bright pink Koenigsegg Regera, a hyper car. I waved to her, and walked over.

"Uhm... Would you mind racing me? I don't expect to win, but I'd like to try?!" I was kinda nervous. She was a beaut, not as pretty as mouse, but close.

She was also very obviously French. I was about to translate my sentence when she just looked at me, but Caine spoke. He had walked with me.

"Hey, good choice Jack, bonjour Madame Felecia, vous pouvez rivaliser avec mon garçon ici?" ( would you compete with my boy here?"

"Ah, oui, il est très mignon. Je vais participer. ce qui est le pari ?" (Oh yes! He's quite cute, I'll participate. What's the bet?)

"What's your bet kid?" He said. Did he think I don't know French?

"est bien dix mille Madame Felicia?"(is it ten thousand?)

"Ah, oui, c'est bon."(ah, yes, that's good.)

"Merci."(thanks)

"Heh, mignon indeed." Caine said.

I got in my car, turned it around, and put myself back at the starting line. I pulled ten of the thirty thousand out of my glove box, and put it in the tray.

"You know French. Why not speak that language before?"

"I didn't get the chance. You started talking."

"Ah I did indeed. sorry."

"It's no problem." A different girl from earlier.

"Do your best. She's seen you race. So she'll kn-"

"I'm trying to concentrate sir." I replied cutting him off. "I realize this was a bad choice. But she's driving a Regera. I couldn't just not race her."

"All right. do your best. I'll be quiet. Heh."

This one started sliding her panties down, and Madame Felecia revved her engine. Oh? Hmm.

Then the girl threw her panties, and once they touched the ground, time slowed down. I let go of the clutch, and pushed the gas all the way down.

We shot forward, neck and neck. "Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck." I was praying in the only way I knew how. I was keeping up with a Regera!!!

How ya like me now?! I hit third gear, and she did as well. We crossed the finish line at the same time. "Holy. Fuck. I just tied with a hyper car. Holy fuck."

"Don't say that to her, here she comes. Thank her for the race."

I got out of the car, and shook her hand, or, tried to. She brought me into a hug, and kissed both of my cheeks.

"That was a very good race, dear. You did well. However, you were nervousness."

"Nervous, Madame." Caine corrected lightly.

"Yes, nervous. Your second race, no doubt you'd be nervous eh?"

"You speak English. Heh. Why didn't I guess? Yes I was nervous, thank you for the pleasure of racing with you. It was an honor to race a Regera."

"Not me?" She looked mildly offended.

"She didn't know who I was, dear. She's very sheltered, from a small town. she doesn't realize who she just raced." Caine spoke.

"Ah, that can be fixed, no? I am Madame Felicia, the lead racer in France!"

"... Oh fuck." I fainted.

Caine's POV : I couldn't stop laughing. She'd said 'oh, Fück,' and fainted, and Madame Felecia looked ready to roll laughing too.

"Well he's got quite the mouth on him no? Heheheh."

"Yes, I did mention not to curse in front of you, but he seemed to say it unconsciously before fainting."

"Mm. Well, c'est la vie."

"Indeed. I believe it was a tie?"

"Non. He was farther ahead. And I don't miss the money. You!" She pointed at the lady with the money. "The boy won. Tally the monies accordingly."

"Oui, Madame." She went off into the crowd. I picked up Jack and laid him in the back seat.

"Too bad such cuteness is attached to a man yes? I would take him to bed if he were-" I interrupted and leaned in.

"He, has a females body, just a male mind. So keep it to yourself, but feel free to invite him to bed."

I stepped back. She reached into the car and lightly touched jacks chest. It was bound, but touching it made it impossible to hide. "Oh, well well. I may indeed."

"Well, we'll be going home soon, so I'd get his number before he leaves." I squirted water on his face from a water bottle. He bolted up and slammed his head on the door frame.

"Ooh! Sry kid."

"Asshole! Ouch." He had a goose egg forming. Madame Felecia leaned over and kissed it, slipping her number into jacks shirt. Into his shirt, not a pocket.

Well that's a way to get a peek.

"Oh! Silly me," She said, and reached for it. She took much longer than was necessary.

"Here then. Call me, mi belle. I'm always free for the mornings. Maybe you cook breakfast for me no? Heh."

"Uhm, thanks.. I mean, merci, Madame Felecia..."

"Oh think nothing of it boy. You'll be cooking afterwards. Think of it as your contribution. No... Strings.

Unless you want some, we can dip into that as well if you wish." She winked. Jack was blushing like a tomato. "Oui, Madame Felecia. Merci."

"Heh." She walked away, just as the lady with the bets came up.

"Your total winnings are $45,600. Four ten-stacks, one five stack, and 600 loose." Jack took the money, said thank you, and handed me the five stack.

"Are you sure? You only owe two thousand.."

"You said when I wanted right? Well I wanna pay the ten percent as often as possible."

He slid the four ten-stacks into his glove box. It'd need to be fitted with a safe. He slid the 600 into his pockets.

"All right. Let's go home then. I'm gonna show you what we do to cars that are gotten legally. Then I'm gonna show you how we spend our time not racing."

"Yessir."