<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Jason Hunt</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Navarro, starting line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 9th May '06 - 9:50pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Jamie, Blaire, Lisa, Terry, Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Busy trying to rein in his lust, Jason didn't notice the blonde's hands reach inside his mechanic's shorts to grasp and pull up the brunette's thong. What he did take notice of was Jamie's cry of protestation and his head leapt round to fix on the sight of both women's hands holding onto the thong. His attempts at reining in his lust went straight out the window and the garage owner felt his pulse speed up. Before he could reprimand Blaire, the little minx opened her mouth and called him daddy. The way the blonde made it sound was anything but fatherly though and for just a moment Jason considered throwing Blaire over the bonnet of her car and spanking her like a disobedient child. The site of his embarrassed mechanic gave him pause though. It was safer to not say or do anything to worsen the situation.<br/><br/>The former racer turned his attention to the man who walked up to the trio. It quickly became apparent that this was one of the competing drivers, although Jason had no idea what it was the racer was hoping to achieve by coming over. Maybe he was looking to move to a different team and this was how he planned to draw attention to his performance. Or maybe it was just a really clumsy attempt to undermine the group's confidence. If that was the case, the garage owner could have saved the man from making the poor effort. Either way, the hellcat opened up on Terry and Jason opted to keep his thoughts to himself.<br/><br/>He smiled at the sight of the red RX-7 rolling up to the group. It was a beautiful machine and he really wished he could convince its driver to push herself harder. Not that he could blame Lisa for her caution, but Jason knew he needed to sort out some kind of safety net for his team. You couldn't give the race your all if you were too worried about being unable to repair or replace your car if the worst should happen. That was a lesson he had learned after being picked up by a major sponsor and working with a racing team. Making a mental note for the days ahead to see what he could do for his 'kids', Jason smiled and waved at the new arrival.<br/><br/>The garage owner kept his thoughts to himself as Terry continued to ramble on. It wasn't like he was going to be racing, so the order of the events mattered little to him. Jason shook his head as his attention was drawn to the portable garage and the showroom the rival team had made at the side of the road. Privately, he couldn't help but wonder if there was some obvious overcompensation at work. There was no way in hell the former racer would be found putting on a show like that. Then again, the garage owner wouldn't be caught with that giant rolling toolbox next to his car either. Jason shrugged and turned his attention back to the rival team.<br/><br/>"The Eternal's can race anywhere, at any time and under any condition." The former racer snorted dismissively as he smirked. "We don't need track-side assistance and optimisation to win our races for us." Jason hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans. For a moment his eyes saw not the racers around him but instead a memory of days past, back when Jason was a driver on the touring circuit. Tarnished by painful memories, the former racer's voice was more bitter than he had intended. "When we win, we know its because of skill and hard work - not because some hired grease monkey altered our rear negative camber by point one of a degree just for that one race."</div>