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The trouble is, Kim just isn't a racer.
The Type-R is fast. On paper, with Elsa at the wheel, the rusty Japanese wedge would be more then capable of overcoming the green RS's natural turbo advantage. But, for all that she can drive, even drive somewhat fast on occasion, there's a world of difference between nailing a light and pushing close to three hundred and fifty horses of howling steel to it's limit around three very tight roundabouts.
She at least manages to keep up, on the straights, but a lack of skill means Kim never once makes it in front. Deborah, having owned her RS for almost two years, knowing all it's limits, is never in danger of losing.
"Well. Fuck." Shaking her head as she follows Deborah's tail lights back into the large carpark, the RS making for the back, where it's still deserted. "Look at it this way," patting Rosa on the leg, smiling at the busty Indian's shocked, yet partly scared and and at times during the race even impressed, expression, "you're still kidnapped. Just." A shrug. "Not by me."
Deborah brings her car to a halt across three spces, side on. Kim, half expecting to be abandoning a car that isn't, actually, hers, here in the carpark, drives passed, then backs into the space in front of the green Fords front grill. Shutting off her own engine, though Deborah's car is still running, helping to cool her turbo back down lest it overheat, Kim climbs out, and comes around to lean on the front arch on the passenger side, hands in her pockets as Kate and Deborah climb out of the Ford, grinning.
"Well." Kim shrugs. "Worth a try."
"Thought you might've had me once or twice," Deborah shakes her head, "that's one fucking fast Honda you've got." Which makes Kim laugh. "What?" Frowning, looking at Kate who shrugs. "It isn't mine." Kim shakes her head. "I'm," thinking, another small laugh escaping, "kinda borrowing it."
"Oh." Which makes sense to Deborah, since, at times, she really did think the black Type-R looming in her rear view was about to sail passed, dooming her to whatever tie up Kim had in mind. "Well," nodding towards the Honda's bonnet, "you tell the owner he's got one hell of a fast car there."
"It's she," laughing again, jerking a thumb, "and you can tell her yourself. She's tied up in the boot."
"Do you just tie up everyone you meet?" Deborah turns her attention away from a struggling and grunting Elsa. "Well," closing the boot, shrugging as she leans back on it with her arms crossed below her D cups, "it's a long story."
"Yeah?"
"Short version?" Deborah nods, Kim nods back. "Well." Thinking. "You know what." Shaking her head. "Fuck. Let's just say I tricked her into the boot and leave it at that."
"Tricked her?" But Deborah's laughing. "Fine, fine. And your front seat passenger?"
"Oh. Well." Pointing. "She works over there. And," pointing again, "all of her clothes are in that bin." Kim winks. "She actually asked me to kidnap her."
"She asked you to throw away her clothes?"
"Don't be silly, I just thought she'd look better naked."
"And," looking Kim up and down, "if I decide to throw away your clothes?"
"Then I guess I'll be naked too." Shrugging. "Rules are rules."
"Indeed. Well." At which point Deborah's phone pings. "Hold on," taking it out of her pocket, looking towards McDonald's for Kate as she does, because that's where she'd been heading- for milkshakes -a moment ago. No sign of her though, but a message instead. Deborah frowns as she reads it.
'Debs. Total emergency, got to bail Mum's already coming to get me from the bus stop. Sorry. Enjoy your win
![Wink ;)](./images/smilies/icon_e_wink.gif)
you've earned it. Kate xx.'
"Well." Replacing her phone, turning to smile at Kim. "My girlfriend won't be coming back," grinning, "so. It looks like I'll be getting you all to myself."
"Just me?" Kim pats the boot, which makes Elsa, clueless to everything happening, moan. "Um." Looking from Kim to the Type-R and it's two bound occupants, to her own motor. "Give me a moment." Deborah looks at McDonald's herself. "I need to figure this out."
"Sure." Nodding. "Go get a drink. Here." Handing over the Type-R's keys. "I'll be waiting."
"Right." Pocketing the key, smiling. "I won't be long."
"Take your time." Kim nods, feeling a small tingle of anticipation as she watches Deborah walk away, nerves at the unknown. Decisions being made that she no longer has a say in.
Vote time.
Just too many girls, sorry, and Kate's the only one I can easily write out of the story. Plus, having written it, I kinda like Deborah having all the choices. So, over to all of you, what choice does she make?
A- Kim drives the Honda back to Deborah's house. (Will lead to more choices about who gets tied, or not, and where.)
B- Deborah takes all three girls, somehow squeezing them all into the boot. Rosa and Kim are naked, Elsa still has her dress and underwear on. All three are tied and gagged.
C- Deborah only takes Kim, hogtying her naked in the boot. The other two are abandoned in the Civic where it's parked.
D- Deborah wants to race again, but with Elsa driving. Kim (topless) and Rosa (naked) are tied up to trees to await the cars return.
E- Deborah takes Elsa as payment, then leaves, leaving Kim and Rosa to continue our story.