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Thursday March 18^th 2021

In her line of work, signing NDAs was standard practice, but Roxie had never had to sign one that was this detailed before. It was a weird contract in itself, being that it was for 12 months with the opportunity to extend it if the client was happy, weirder still that she hadn’t been told who the client was, just that they were incredibly well off. She’d been selected specifically for the contract, and it had initially scared her, but when she’d seen the 7 figure sum she was being paid, as well as all her travel and accommodation included, it would have been stupid to turn it down. As much as she didn’t want to, working for the agency meant that there were certain safeguards in place that just didn’t exist as an independent contractor, or working in a club. Roxie was hopeful that whoever this seven-figure-sum paying client was, they’d be able to give her good references and leads to work with other clientele with similar ability in terms of payment for her services. Roxie wasn’t ashamed to say that she was an escort, sex work was one of the oldest professions in the world and in her opinion, having sex for money combined two things she loved - sex, and having an income, and she was very good at her job. The proof of that was the contract, NDA, and the yes/maybe/hard limits list she’d been provided and asked to complete, and she couldn’t wait to catch her flight to Bahrain the next week.

The following day was spent reading properly through the contracts in case something needed to be amended that she hadn’t read properly, and filling out the spreadsheet with her willing to do and not do list so she could send it back to her client. There were some things that Roxie didn’t bother including on her list, under the assumption that they would be taken off the table anyway. Once the list was done, she scanned it and emailed it to both herself and the client, then spent the rest of the afternoon surfing online for new lingerie using the allowance that she’d already been given once she’d signed the initial agreement.

Roxie had been scrolling through online lingerie stores for a couple of hours with a glass of wine when an email from the client came through.

Good Afternoon Ms Jones,

          We would like to thank you for accepting our offer of employment and for your prompt and efficient response and completion of your limits. It’s been distributed to the parties who were interested in utilising you and your services in the next 12 months, and we have attached a list of those individuals. If there are any that you would like to exclude from your services that is at your discretion, we won’t interfere with that. Please find attached with this email your flight and accommodation details for the two weeks in Bahrain once you arrive. There will be a car and driver at the airport to collect you, and once at the hotel you’ll be given a company mobile phone and laptop so you can bill us for your phone calls and any internet usage, as well as proving an extra level of security for you so we can track where you are and who you’re with whilst in our employment. This may seem a little excessive, but it’s just for your protection and safety. We’re willing to discuss this with you if it makes you too uncomfortable, we don’t want you to feel as if we’re controlling or following you. If you have any further questions, please don’t hesitate to ask us! We want to make this a fun and enjoyable work environment, and we look forward to what this new partnership with you will bring.

          I personally look forward to meeting you face to face next week.

Yours Kindly,

Michael Masi
Race Director
FI

There was two attachments to the email, the first was a document with the name of the hotel and the tickets for the flight to Bahrain, as well as the technical specs for her laptop and phone that the FIA were going to provide her with, the second was the list of names and upon looking at it Roxie was surprised to see certain drivers names, as well as the name of a trainer and a team principal. Roxie wasn’t picky when it came to the ages of her clients, but she was certain that most of them were older than her and a quick Google search of their names confirmed her suspicions. Never in her wildest dreams would Roxie have been able to predict that the client she was being hired to work for was the FIA for the sole purpose of getting off with Formula 1 drivers and she realised that the email was her way out and her chance to say no. The list that she was given had piqued her interest and there was no way she was going to turn down the opportunity or the money that she was being presented with. After reading to the email and responding with a quick thank you and I look forward to meeting you, Roxie jumped back online to look at some other lingerie options that she thought specific drivers would appreciate. Once she was done shopping, Roxie plugged her laptop back in to charge, grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass, and ran herself a bath to relax for the evening.

Roxie spent the next week getting things organised to leave for Bahrain, collecting her online purchases from the post office when she wasn’t home to receive them, organising with her neighbour to collect her mail and check on her apartment every now and then, seeing as she didn’t know how often she was going to be home during her contract. She went to a few appointments during the week, getting her nails and her hair done, as well as waxing appointment and a spray tan. She ran a few extra errands, picking up some of her skincare items that were running low, another bronzer that she knew she’d just ran out of, and some extra brush cleaner in a smaller travel bottle so it wouldn’t be taken off her by airport security, as well as a new toothbrush and a new travel bag for all of her makeup and a few hair care items.

Wednesday March 24^th 2021

The week flew by and before she knew it, Roxie was packing her suitcase and carry-on and getting ready to catch her plane. They’d been kind enough to fly her business class to Bahrain and she was grateful for it, especially as she was handed a glass of champagne as she sat down on the airplane. Roxie was wearing sweatpants, sneakers and a hoodie for the flight, but she had access to the business lounge when she landed and a change of clothes. The flight itself was pleasant enough and Roxie spent her time watching a movie, and catching a few hours sleep to try and relax before she landed. She took a quick shower and ran her brush through her hair once she got to the airport, changing into a short sleeved, shin length, pale blue maxi dress and went to collect her bags. The trip through customs was smooth and easy, one of the fellow passengers on the flight had even helped her to put her bags on a trolley. There was a driver with Roxie’s name on an iPad waiting in the arrivals hall for her and she smiled at him, thanking him for helping her with her bags as they got to the shiny black Mercedes AMG. Roxie couldn’t quite believe it when they pulled up at the Sofitel, the hotel just as beautiful on the outside as it was on the inside as she was led to her room by a hotel employee, already checked in by the FIA before she arrived.

“Ms Jones, it’s so lovely to finally meet you in person.”
“Please, call me Roxie, everyone does. It’s nice to meet you too, Michael I assume?”
“Roxie, of course. I apologise for all the secrecy when it came to reaching out to your agency about employing you here, I’m sure you understand why it had to be done the way it has been.”
“You mean it would be a little weird to go parading around as the FIA looking for someone to fuck drivers for a year?”

Roxie giggled as Michael shook her hand, leading her over to the couch in the room and sitting opposite her.

“I was going to email these to you, but I thought it would be better to hand them to you in person. You must be exhausted, even in business it’s a heck of a flight. Take your time to go over these tonight and tomorrow and I’d love to see you tomorrow evening for dinner with a couple of my colleagues if that’s alright with you?”
“You’re the boss, if you want me at dinner then I’m there. I have some appropriate clothes that I can choose from to wear without breaking any rules about the dress code here.”
“I’d like that very much, thank you, Roxie. Your phone and laptop are in the bedroom, as well as some gifts that a couple of the drivers wanted to give you. I’ll send you a message tomorrow with a time that the car will pick you up. My number is already in your phone, so if you need anything between now and then, don’t hesitate to call me.”

Michael smiled and kissed her softly on the cheek before he left, Roxie making sure her door was locked before opening the mini fridge and opening a bottle of wine. She poured herself a glass and then headed through to the ensuite to run herself a bath, putting her glass on the sink and going to the bedroom while she waited. She left her phone on charge and picked up the new one, immediately passcode protecting it just in case someone else picked it up and left it on the bedside table. Among the gifts left for her by the drivers, Roxie found a divine smelling unbranded bottle of red wine, lingerie, a box of liqueur chocolates, a bottle of perfume, and some of those ridiculous fluffy handcuffs adorned with orange fur. She put the chocolate in the mini fridge and turned off the taps for the bath, Roxie sighed happily, stripped off her clothes and hopped in the bath with her glass of wine to soak and relax.

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Thursday March 25^th

When Roxie woke up and checked her phone on Thursday morning she had two text messages, one from Michael confirming what time the car was coming to collect her from the hotel to take her to the track for the first time, and one from a number she didn’t recognise or have saved in her phone.

From: +377 812 95 311
Good Morning Roxie, I hope you slept well last night. I look forward to meeting you at the track later on, and getting to know you properly.

She smiled softly at the text and dragged herself out of bed and into the shower, getting herself ready to start her day. Michael hadn’t given her much information at dinner from the night before, aside from that she would spend time across Thursday-Saturday with the driver who had booked her for the weekend to get to know them, before spending Sunday evening in bed with them after the race. Freshly showered Roxie got dressed in black, high-waisted skinny jeans, and a pastel blue, cropped short-sleeve t-shirt with a pair of 3-inch grey suede boots. She left her long, wavy blonde hair out to dry naturally in the warm Bahrain sun and did a quick, natural looking makeup look. It was only about 25 degrees outside but it felt warmer because of the humidity, Roxie shoved her phone and her room key into her pocket and headed downstairs once she was ready. She put her sunglasses on when she got outside, waiting just by the entrance to the hotel for the car to pick her up.

“Good Morning, sweetheart, you look gorgeous as always. How are you feeling today?”
“I’m alright, a little bit nervous but not bad.”
“You’ve got nothing to be nervous about, I promise. Why don’t you sit and make yourself comfortable, I’ll organise you a coffee on my way to my office, and I’ll let the driver know that you’re here on my way. I’m sorry I can’t be with you for the day as I’ll be busy looking things over for the weekend, but the team knows that you’re around today and they’ll look after you.”

Michael squeezed Roxie’s shoulder and guided her over to the couch, encouraging her to sit down and smiling softly at her as he left the room. Roxie took a few deep breaths and made herself comfortable, leaning against the arm rest of the couch and scrolling through her phone. She wasn’t completely aware how it had been decided which weekend she’d be spending with which driver, just that her company had been offered to Lewis Hamilton first as the reigning world champion and he’d politely declined, but she hadn’t been given any other information.

“Michael asked me to give this to you, he had a meeting to go to and couldn’t bring it himself. Whoever took the photos of you on your agency's website needs to be fired by the way, they do not do justice to how beautiful you really are.”
“Thank you, Max, that’s really sweet of you to say.”
“You’re welcome. Seriously though, you should ask Lando or Daniel to take some new photos of you, both of them are pretty talented behind a camera.”

Roxie smiled at Max as he helped her up off the couch, taking her hand and kissing it with a coy smile. When she’d been given the list of individuals who had wanted to take advantage of her services, Roxie had of course Googled pictures of them. The pictures of Max didn’t show the cute little freckle on his top lip that she could see now she was standing up close to him, or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and just how blue they were. He was wearing shorts, a Red Bull branded t-shirt and a cap, standard Max attire from what she’d been able to discern from the photos she’d found of him online. Max was still a good few inches taller than her even with her heels on, and he was radiating warmth as she took the Styrofoam cup of coffee from him.

“I have a question for you before you drink that.”
“Of course.”
“I’m not going to stop you from drinking coffee, but can I kiss you first? I really don’t like the taste.”

Max takes the cup back from Roxie and puts in down on the side table next to the couch, taking her hand instead and pulling her into his lap as he sits. Roxie smiles as Max runs both hands through her hair, resting his left hand on her cheek and his right hand on her hip. Max is unsurprisingly a bossy kisser, firming up his grip on her jaw to hold her in place as he licks into her mouth. Roxie runs her hands up Max’s chest to his shoulders, hand landing on his biceps and squeezing the muscle there gently. She whimpers against his mouth as Max bites her lip as he pulls away, running his thumb across her bottom lip with a smile.

“You should drink your coffee before it goes cold.”
“I’m not surprised that you kiss like you drive, but I’m not about to complain about it. I’m happy to switch my coffee for Red Bull this weekend for you, Max, if you want?”
“That’s sweet.”

Roxie bites her lip as Max gets his hand back in her hair, stroking her jaw as he kisses her again. She smiles against his lips and he drops both hand back to her hips to hold her still when she slowly rolls them, feeling his arousal beneath her.

“Wait, what do you mean I kiss like I drive?”

Max pouts at her as they separate and Roxie giggles, reaching for her coffee and sliding off Max’s lap to sit beside him.

“In control and a little bit aggressive. Like I said, I’m not complaining though. You didn’t answer my question by the way.”
“Cheeky. If you want to drink Red Bull instead, you can, but I’m not going to force you or anything. Just make sure you chew gum or brush your teeth before I kiss you if you want coffee.”

Roxie hummed softly and tucked her fringe behind her ear, smiling at Max as he took her free hand and stroked her knuckles with his thumb.

“Well, let’s think about it this way, is kissing me something you’re going to be wanting to do a lot over the next few days? I’m not exactly sure what the plan is, Michael didn’t really explain the circumstances to me the other night, just that the first 3 days would be spending time together and getting to know and understand each other’s, or more specifically, your preferences, likes and dislikes, that sort of thing. I assume that Michael sent you my list I was asked to compile of things I’m happy to do, what I’m willing to try, and what I’m not comfortable with?”
“We’ve all seen it and have our own versions for you, remind me to send it to you later today or I’ll forget. I think we should save PDA for when we’re alone, which I’d like to be at least every night, and in the morning if that’s alright with you. There’s also this dumb season launch party being held at the hotels tonight, and I don’t really want to go but apparently we have to.”

Max rolled his eyes a little and Roxie bit her lip to hide her giggle, shifting to sit sideways on the couch with one hand across the back of it and the other clutching her coffee cup. Now that his hand wasn’t holding hers Max left it on her thigh instead, Roxie feeling the warmth of his palm through her jeans.

“If you come with me to the party, at least it’ll be a bit more entertaining. Especially when I know there’s a certain driver who’s a little jealous he I get to spend time with you first and he has to wait for his turn, but I’m not telling you who because it’ll ruin the fun.”
“Showing off and being mischievous all at once huh? And this early into the season? I can tell you and I are going to get along, Max.”

Roxie giggled and took a sip of her almost cold coffee and pulled a face at the temperature, smiling at Max as he softly ran his hand up and down her thigh to rest on her knee.

“I have to get back to Red Bull hospitality, got some media stuff to do, but I’ll come and pick you up from your room tonight if that’s okay with you? You can text me your room number.”
“Sure, Max. Did um…did Michael tell you what I was supposed to do for the rest of the day?”
“I’ll show you where his office for this weekend is if you like? Then you can ask him yourself because I’m not really sure either.”

Max offered her his hand once he stood up and Roxie took it, gasping a little in surprise as he manhandled her so easily once he’d settled her on her feet.

“Come on, cutie.”

With a laugh Roxie rolled her eyes, following Max back downstairs and trying not to stare too much at his ass.

It was exactly 7.15 when there was a knock on her hotel room door, Roxie putting her phone down on the desk in her room as she got up to answer it.

“Hey Max, come in. I just need to put my shoes on.”

She smiled at him as he kissed her on the cheek and followed her into the room, sitting on the couch and opening the can of Red Bull she left out for him. Max is wearing some nice, blue jeans, and a black, tight fitting t-shirt that clings to his broad chests and biceps. She pretended not to notice as Max looked her up and down and took in her outfit. She had planned on wearing jeans but thought that it’d be better if she wore something dressier for a party. She’d chosen a pastel pink, short sleeved blouse and paired it with a black, shin length pencil skirt and a black belt to cinch in her waist.

“It’s nice to see you in something that isn’t Red Bull branded for once, you scrub up nice.”
“Says you, you look beautiful.”
“That’s very kind. You um…you do know you don’t have to try so hard, right? I’m getting paid to sleep with you regardless of if you’re nice to me or not.”

When he didn’t say anything Roxie looked up from buckling her heels, Max was looking at her with furrowed brows, and he crossed the room to come and stand between her legs. Roxie bit her lip as Max tucked a loose curl behind her ear, waiting for her to meet his eyes before speaking.

“I do know that, but you’re a beautiful woman, and I’m a little nervous as I’ve never done anything like this before, so it just feels natural to be complimentary. Plus, I mean it, you do look beautiful.”
“Thank you, Max, you’re very sweet. You don’t have to be nervous, yeah? I’ve been doing this a long time, and unlike a lot of my other clients, you’re in a position where pretty much everyone around you knows who I am and what I’m doing here. You just do whatever feels natural to you, and I’ll do the rest. I guess I’m just not used to people treating me like a human being, but I promise I’ll try and be a little more normal. You’re not too bad looking yourself, just for the record. It’s a little intimidating.”

Max frowns and offers Roxie his hand, helping her to her feet and kissing her softly, cupping her jaw and stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“I don’t know who ever treated you like you were less than, or like a piece of meat just because of your chosen profession, but they didn’t deserve you. I can also tell you that nobody who wanted to spend time with you this year is going to treat you that way, and if they do you tell me, and I’ll make sure something is done about it. Okay?”
“You don’t need to worry about me, Max, but, okay.”
“Good girl.”

When she blushes furiously at the praise Max chuckles, smiling brightly in delight and dropping his hand from her jaw to take her hand instead.

“Come on, we should go before they send someone up here to make sure we’re not breaching the agreement.”

Despite Max complaining that he didn’t want to go to the launch party, Roxie could see that he was clearly enjoying himself. The two of them had gone straight to the bar when they got down to the event space, Roxie raising an eyebrow at Max when he gave her a funny look as she ordered herself a glass of red wine.

“What’s that look for?”
“Nothing just…red wine? Interesting choice.”
“I’ll have you know that I’m a sophisticated lady with class and varied tastes.”

Max would have believed that Roxie was being serious if she hadn’t started giggling at him, her cheeks heating up as he tucked some stray hair behind her ear.

“So pretty.”
“Thank you, Max.”

Roxie squeaks a little in surprise when Max kisses her instead of answering, relaxing into the hand Max rests on her hip and biting her lip when they separate.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to some of the others.”

Roxie put her mostly empty wine glass down as Max took her by the hand and led her across the room to where a few of the other drivers were sitting, drinking and talking amongst themselves.

“Your hair really has started getting curlier since you shaved it during lockdown huh?”
“It’s so much more maintenance now though, I spend at least an extra 45 minutes in the bathroom.”
“Well you know what they say, curls get the girls. Right Roxie?”

It’s not until Max says her name that Lando, Carlos and Daniel notice that they’re there. Lando blushes as Roxie makes eye contact with him, Carlos smiling at her and Daniel chuckling under his breath as the younger driver goes silent. Roxie smiles and leans in to kiss him on the cheek, giggling as she pulls away and Max wraps his arm around her waist.

“Ignore him, Lando, the curls suit you. It’s nice to meet you, Carlos, Daniel, and of course you, cutie.”
“Believe us when we say the pleasure is all ours, Cariño.”

Carlos takes Roxie’s hand and kisses it and she can see as Max rolls his eyes, she giggles and lets Max pull her tighter against his side. Roxie kisses Max on the cheek and smiles at Daniel as he shakes her hand, winking at Lando over the Australian’s shoulder.

“I hope Max has been being nice to you, Roxie.”
“Of course he is, Daniel, you should know him well enough to know that he’d never be anything other than a gentleman to me.”
“I do, but sometimes I like to check to make sure the kid is behaving himself.”
“Trust me, he is. If he doesn’t though, I can handle myself.”

Roxie smiles as she turns and makes a big show of kissing Max, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing close to him and whimpering softly as he squeezes her hips. When they separate Roxie smirks at the looks of surprise on Daniel and Carlos’ faces, wiping her lipstick from Max’s lips and heading back to the bar for another drink.

“What’s your poison, honey?”
“Vodka, lime and soda, please.”
“Sure thing.”

She smiles at the bartender as he turns to make her drink, watching Max across the bar and wondering how much of a topic of conversation she is now that she isn’t there.

“Bored of Max’s company already, Cherie?”

As the bartender hands her her drink, Roxie turns at the sound of a French accent, smiling around her straw at Pierre and Charles as they approach her. Charles smiles at her, hanging back a little and chewing on his bottom lip, Pierre skipping the pleasantries of the hand she offers him and hugging her.

“You’re wearing the perfume Charles bought you.”
“I didn’t know it was from Charles, but thank you for telling me. If the perfume is from him, then what gift did you leave for me, Pierre?”
“Nice try, Roxie, but if you want the answer, you’re going to have to earn it.”

Pierre smirks as Roxie blushes, softly stroking her cheek with his knuckles. Roxie bites her lip, looking over Pierre’s shoulder at Charles with a smile.

“Is he always this full on?”
“When he wants something, yes. You…you like the perfume then? I wasn’t sure if it would be too overpowering or too flowery or…”
“It’s a beautiful scent, Charles. I like it a lot.”

She cuts off Charles’s rambling and reaches around Pierre to take his hand, squeezing and smiling softly at the Monegasque driver.

“Max will be wondering where I am, but it was very nice to properly meet you both and I look forward to spending time with you when I get the chance. Oh, and Charles?”

Roxie steps around Pierre and takes a look around the room, making sure that nobody is looking and quickly pressing a kiss to Charles’ lips.

“You’re pretty when you blush.”

She giggles as she walks back to where Max, Carlos, Daniel and Lando are all talking, curling into Max’s side and taking a sip of her drink.

“Where are you most looking forward to travelling with us, Roxie?”
“Um, there’s a few places. Definitely Monaco, I’ve always dreamed of being able to go there one day. It’s been a while since I’ve been home to London, so Silverstone should be a lot of fun, and probably Hungary, I’ve heard it’s beautiful there. Prostitution is also legal in most of those countries, so that helps. Not that I think Michael would let me get arrested anyway.”
“Neither would we, we’d protect you if anyone tried anything. You’re going to love Monaco, it’s absolutely beautiful and C…”

Whatever Lando is going to say gets cut off as Carlos shoves his hand over his mouth, Daniel and Max laughing either side of her as the younger man struggles behind the Spaniard’s hand and pouting when he lets go.

“Sorry honey, but you’re not allowed to know in advance which weekend you’re spending with who and Lando knows that.”
“I wasn’t gonna say anything, Daniel! Not like, specific anyway. Plus, Roxie’s a smart girl, I’m sure she knows who lives in Monaco and probably has a good idea about who she’s going to be spending the weekend with when we’re there.”

Roxie bites her lip to hide her giggling as Lando pouts adorably at Daniel when he ruffles his hair, concentrating on keeping a straight face as Max’s hand makes its way from her hip to her ass and squeezes.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you guys on the track for the next couple of days, it’s a shame I can’t put money on it though.”
“You could always bet sexual favours from us instead, that’s a better form of currency no?”

Daniel is smiling toothily at her when Roxie catches his eye, Carlos shaking his head in amusement, and she can feel Max shaking with silent laughter beside her.

“You’re a menace, DannyRic.”
“Oh I don’t know, Lando, I think he’s funny. I’ll keep your offer in mind, Daniel, and feel free to let me know if there’s anything in particular you’d like from me.”

She winks at Daniel and blushes as Max kisses her on the cheek, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“I know there’s a few things I’d like from you about now.”

He kisses her neck and Roxie shivers a little, turning in Max’s arms and kissing him. She smiles against his lips when Max grips her hips a little tighter, feeling him through his jeans where they’re pressed together.

“Max, you know the rules.”

It’s Sebastian that separates them this time, his hand gentle on Roxie’s shoulder as she and Max pull apart.

“I was hoping to meet you tonight, Roxie.”
“It’s um…it’s really nice to meet you, Sebastian.”
“You’re very sweet, and very pretty.”
“Thank you.”

Seb winks at her as he walks away and when Roxie turns back to the others, they’re all laughing at her.

“Fuck you all very much.”

She blushes hard as that encourages another bout of chuckles from Daniel, Max and Lando, and Carlos winking at her over his beer bottle. They slip back into easy conversation after that, ranging from the upcoming race season, to what they got up to on the winter break, and what they’re planning for the summer break.

“What are you planning for the break, Roxie?”
“Oh uh, I’m not really sure to be honest, Lando. I might go home and visit my Mum, or I might go and spend some more time in Monaco. I don’t know when I’m going to get another opportunity like this, so I’m going to take advantage of the situation while I can.”
“That sounds like a great idea, the weather is beautiful that time of year too.”

The conversation turns back to racing and Roxie mostly tunes it out, watching the way Max’s eyes crinkle when he laughs and thinking about how much she wants to kiss the freckle on his top lip. She stood up on her tip toes and kissed Max on the cheek, whispering in his ear.

“I’ll be back in a second.”

When she comes back from the bathroom Roxie is giggling and Max raises an eyebrow at her, Roxie biting her lip and making sure nobody is watching as she puts her hand in the front pocket of his jeans. When Roxie takes her hand out of Max’s pocket she smiles, gently tapping where her hand just was so he can feel what she left behind.

“Did you just do what I think you did?”
“Depends. What do you think I did?”

Roxie smirks at Max as he puts his hand in his pocket, his eyes going wide when he feels the lace there.

“I really wish I didn’t have to wait until Sunday to be with you properly, and you’re such a tease for this.”
“Oh I’m well aware, I love being a tease. I’m actually going to call it a night, but I’ll see you in the morning?”
“I’ll swing by probably around 9.30, then you can come to the track with me. I have a shirt for you to wear, and Christian is really looking forward to meeting you.”

Max kisses her softly, licking into her mouth and smiling as they separate.

“Goodnight, Roxie.”
“Goodnight.”

Sunday March 28^th 2021

Friday and Saturday flew by with Roxie spending her time hanging out at the back of the Red Bull garage, chatting with Christian and Brad, watching the mechanics do their thing, and listening in to the conversations Max had with the pit wall and GP during practice sessions, qualifying and the race. She didn’t go with the team to the podium celebrations, instead heading back to the hotel to get ready to finally spend the night with Max. From the conversations that they’d been having, Roxie had learned that Max preferred women who didn’t wear a lot of makeup, and he had a little bit of an obsession with running his hands through her hair when they were talking, and when they kissed good morning and good night each day. Once she got back to the hotel, Roxie showered, washed her hair, and put on some mascara and some clear lip gloss. She set up condoms and lube on the bedside table, and moved some of the lamps around in her room to set some mood lighting. She got dressed in the lingerie she’d bought specifically for Max, blow dried her hair and threw on the robe she’d gotten to compliment some of the lingerie she’d bought for her time with other drivers as well. At around 9.30pm Roxie went to answer her door, smiling at Max and ushering him inside. No sooner than the door was closed, Max was pressing her against it, hands tightly gripping Roxie’s hips to hold her in place and he kissed her.

“Hello to you too.”
“Hi Beautiful.”
“We should talk before this goes any further, come on.”

Roxie took Max’s hand and lead him through to the bedroom, encouraging him to sit on the end of the bed and handing him a beer. She picked up her glass of champagne and smiled at him, tracking the way Max’s eyes went from her ankles and up her legs, to her chest, and then settling on her face.

“I just wanted to talk to you about the rules for tonight. I have your test results so I know you’re clean, and these are mine.”

She hands Max a piece of paper with her test results, poking him in the calf with her toes.

“Regardless, you will need to use a condom while we have sex, but I won’t make you use one while I blow you if that’s something that you want. You can touch me, kiss me, and get a little rough with me if you want to, but I do ask that you do your best to avoid leaving marks. That’s really it from my side of things, but is there anything you’d like to ask me or tell me.”
“If I do something that you don’t like, please tell me, okay? I wouldn’t want to hurt you, even accidentally.”
“I promise. Now, why don’t you sit back, relax, and let me make you feel good.”

She kisses Max again and stands between his legs, undoing her robe and revealing the pretty orange lingerie underneath. She shrugs it off and tosses it in the direction of the chair in the corner, resting her hands on Max’s shoulders as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to her stomach. Roxie was glad she’d forgone the garter belt and stockings with the heat in Bahrain, and for her comfort as well, but Max seemed to appreciate the way the floral lace hugged her curves if the heated look in his eyes was anything to go by.

“Wow. You look…wow.”
“I thought you would appreciate the colour. Coincidetally it matches the fluffy handcuffs you gifted me, they made me giggle by the way so thank you for that.”
“How’d you know they were from me?”

Roxie nudges Max’s legs apart so she can settle on her knees between them, humming softly as she reaches up to undo his belt.

“Pierre mentioned at the party the other night that I was wearing the perfume Charles gave me, but refused to answer when I asked what he’d given me. The fact that they’re orange sort of gives it away as well.”

Max leans down to kiss her as she undoes his jeans, smiling at him as they pull apart and just breathe against each other’s lips.

“You should take your clothes off and let me see you.”

Roxie leans back a little so that Max can pull off his jeans, sitting when he’s down to his black boxers and leaning back on his hands. She raises an eyebrow at him keeping his shirt on but kisses the inside of Max’s knee and smirks up at him when he rolls his eyes, biting her lip and nosing at the shape of him through the thin material.

“May I?”

Max licks his lips and shakily nods as Roxie rests her hands on his waist, slipping her hands inside his boxers and stroking his hipbones with her thumbs. She pulls the offending material down and out of the way, sitting back on her heals and out of the way so she can pull them down Max’s legs and off. Making sure that Max is watching, Roxie licks her palm and fingers to wet them before wrapping it around Max’s cock.

“What do you want, Max?”

Roxie leans in so she’s breathing against Max’s cock, keeping up a slow rhythm as she jerks him off.

“I…your mouth…please Roxie.”
“That’s good, keep talking.”
“Oh my god.”

Max gasps softly as Roxie wraps her hand around the base of his cock, dragging her tongue from root to tip before fitting her mouth over the head and sucking lightly. She takes Max’s hand that’s fisted in the bed sheets by his hip and encourages him to wrap it in her hair as she starts to suck, hollowing her cheeks and sinking lower until her mouth meets her hand. Max whimpers as she speeds up the motion of her mouth, twisting her hand on the upstroke and just tonguing the slit and watching Max’s face. Whatever Max was about to say gets cut off when he starts cursing in Dutch under his breath, Roxie closing her eyes as she leans in and kisses his balls before taking them into her mouth one at a time.

“Holy shit.”

Roxie looks up at Max and winks at him, pressing gentle kisses up his shaft and taking Max back into her mouth. She gags a little as she takes Max deep into her mouth until his cocks hits the back of her throat, palming his balls and keeping his cock down her throat until he pulls her off by her hair.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

Max let go of Roxie’s hair and offered her his hands, helping her to get back to her feet. Resting his hands on her hips Max leant forward and kissed her stomach, Roxie smiling softly and running her hands through Max’s hair.

“Thought that was kinda the point of me being here.”
“I’d rather come while I’m inside you.”

Roxie bites her lip to stop from giggling as Max scrubs a hand over his face, his hands coming to rest on Roxie’s hips as she shifts onto her knees in Max’s lap and winds her arms around his neck

“I can’t believe I said that out loud.”
“I’ve been doing this for a very long time, I’ve heard worse. Besides, I like a man who tells me what he wants.”
“Really?”

She runs her hand through Max’s hair and kisses him, guiding his hands from her waist to her shoulders. She doesn’t break their kiss but smiles against Max’s mouth as he slides her bra straps from her shoulders, trailing his hands softly down her arms to take her hands.

“Really.”

Roxie runs her hands down Max’s chest, thumbing gently over his nipples and down the planes of his stomach to grab the hem of his white t-shirt. She leans back as Max takes his shirt off, licking her lips and humming appreciatively.

“So, the handcuffs? Did you give those to me because you wanted me to use them on you, or do you want to use them on me?”
“Oh those were um…they were more of a joke than anything else. You…you should lay back and let me make you feel good.”
“If that’s what you want, baby.”
“I do want. A lot.”

Max presses their lips together and grabs Roxie by the shins as he stands up, turning around and climbing onto the bed on his knees. Roxie giggles as Max gently drops her onto the mattress, her upper body resting against the pillow, Max moving her hair to one side so he can kiss her throat and down to her collarbone. Max lays down on his stomach between Roxie’s legs, smiling at her and kissing just below her belly button. She threads her hands through Max’s hair as he uses his chin to nudge her bra out of the way, taking her left nipple into his mouth and rolling the right through his thumb and forefinger. Biting her lip, Roxie moans softly as Max switches sides and her left, spit-slick nipple is exposed to the cold air coming from the AC. Max kisses his way down Roxie’s body once both of her nipples are hard and wet, pinching them lightly and kissing her over her panties.

“Can I take these off?”
“Please.”

Roxie drops her hands from his hair and lifts her hips to help Max slide her panties down her legs, dropping them off the side of the bed. Max kisses the inside of Roxie’s left knee, encouraging her to bend her leg and plant her foot on the bed. She sighs softly as Max squeezes her thigh, kissing from her right knee and up her thigh and across her pubic bone.

“You’re so pretty, Roxie, I’m so lucky.”

She opens her mouth to answer him but it turns into a gasp of pleasure as he licks from her hole to her clit. Max making sure that Roxie is watching as he sucks on two of his fingers, letting a little bit of spit dribble from his mouth and onto her pussy. He runs his spit wet fingers up and down her wet folds, spreading her wetness and his saliva. Max winks at Roxie before he starts properly eating her out, groaning into her cunt as her hands fly back into his hair. Roxie rolls her hips against Max’s mouth as he eats her out, using her grip on Max’s hair to pull his head a little higher and get his mouth where she wants him.

“Fuck, right there.”

Max presses one finger, and then two inside her, fucking them in and out slowly along with his tongue.

“That’s it, Maxy, just like that. Mm you’re gonna make me come, then you’re gonna fuck me like a good boy.”

Roxie moans softly and bites her lip as she feels her orgasm building, spreading her legs a little wider as Max presses a third finger inside her.

“Fuck. M’gonna. Max!”

She comes with a shout, trying to twitch away from Max’s mouth and pushing his head off her. Max smiles at her with his slick smeared face, crawling back up Roxie’s body to kneel between her legs and kiss her.

“How do you want to do this? You want me to ride you, all fours, on my knees?”
“Can we…like this? I wanna be able to see you while we fuck.”
“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”

Max smiles and presses a kiss to the inside of Roxie’s wrist as she runs her knuckles across his cheek. She reaches over to the bedside table to grab a condom, carefully tearing it open and reaching down to roll it down Max’s cock. She tears open one of the small packets of lube with her teeth, coating her hand and jerking him off a few times. Max runs his hand through Roxie’s hair and squeezes her shoulder, then her forearm, wrapping his left hand around her thigh, then using his right hand to line himself up and guide himself inside her.

“You feel…oh my God.”

Roxie runs her hand through Max’s hair as he stills inside her, face screwed up and breathing hard through his nose. She wraps her legs around Max’s waist and squeezes, rolling her hips and kissing his temple.

“C’mon Maxy. Need it. Need to feel you.”

Max kisses her firmly and then pulls almost all the way out, and then fucks back in. He sets up and rhythm of slow but deep, Roxie squeezing his hips with her knees and biting her lip. She tangles one hand in Max’s hair, stroking his sweaty back and shoulders with her other hand.

“That’s it, Maxy, feel so damn good inside me.”
“You’re so…wet…and…fuck Roxie.”

When Max pulls her a little further down the pillows it changes the angle that he’s fucking her and Roxie cries out, clenching around him and rolling her hips to meet his thrusts halfway. Max ducks his head to suck her left nipple into his mouth and Roxie gasps in surprise, getting her hand between them to rub her clit as she feels her orgasm building.

“Gonna make me come again, Maxy. You gonna come with me?”

Max just whimpers a little around her nipple in his mouth, speeding up a little and thrusting a half dozen times before fucking in hard and stilling. Roxie moans as Max hits her g-spot hard with his last thrust, coming hard again and sighing softly. She squeaks softly when Max collapses heavily on top of her, kissing her neck and breathing hard. Roxie kisses the top of Max’s head and runs her hands up and down his back, smiling softly at him when he finally looks up at her.

“Hi.”
“Hey. That was um. Was nice.”

She giggles with a wince as Max pulls out, removing the condom and tying it off. He drops it into the bin in the bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth. He cleans himself up and climbs back onto the bed between Roxie’s legs, cleaning her up and then tossing the washcloth back in the direction of the bathroom.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, but order us some room service? I’m starving.”
“You feel like anything in particular?”

Roxie smiles and kisses Max when she stands up, messing his hair with a chuckle.

“Nope, whatever you feel like. I’m sure you have some sort of cheat meal in mind for when you drive really well.”

She tosses her hair over her shoulder and Max watches her until she closes the bathroom door, pulling his boxers back on then calling room service.

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Friday April 16^th 2021

Imola was an interesting weekend for Roxie because she wasn’t booked with any of the drivers, but had gotten a gentle knock on her hotel room door early Friday morning. She pulled on the ridiculous Red Bull branded dressing gown Max had given her as a joke thank you gift and opened her door, raising an eyebrow at the man standing on the other side of it.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you so early, Roxie.”
“Oh it’s no trouble, Mr Wolff. Please, come in and take a seat. Just give me a moment to put some clothes on.”
“Please, call me Toto.”

She smiled and waved Toto inside, closing the door behind him and following him into the room.

“I was just about to order some breakfast from room service, can I get you anything?”
“No, thank you Schatz.”

Roxie picked up the phone and ordered herself a latte and some smashed avocado, then went into her bedroom to throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and sat cross-legged on the couch opposite Toto.

“I uh…”
“So I assume…”

Toto smirks at Roxie as she giggles softly at him when they both start talking at the same time, resting a big hand on her knee and gesturing for her to continue with his other hand.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised to see you. I was under the impression neither yourself, or your drivers, were interested in utilising my services. At least, neither your or Valtteri’s names were on the list, and I know Lewis was offered my services first but turned me down.”
“I was just wondering if you’d be interested in spending the weekend with us? With the team I mean, in a purely observational sense, not a uh, recreational one.”
“I’d be delighted to spend the weekend with yourself and the team recreationally. I um…I did have other plans this weekend, but it’d be easy for me to rearrange things.”

Roxie goes to her bedroom and grabs some paperwork from her suitcase, handing it to Toto as she passes to answer the door for room service.

“You need to give that to your team to read over, and there’s a standard NDA on the last page they all need to sign. Basically, goes over the do’s and don’ts when it comes to enjoying my company in a strictly professional way. Anything else beyond what’s in that document will need to be discussed with me. And I do mean that everyone needs to sign it, all team, crew, support crew, and more specifically you, Valtteri and Lewis.”
“Everyone had to sig this if they were interested in seeing you?”
“The one everyone else had to sign is about 4 pages longer than that. That’s just a standard copy I give to all my clients, even before sex is something that has come to the table.”

Toto raises an eyebrow at Roxie as she starts drinking her coffee and getting into her breakfast, skimming over the document in his hands as she sits quietly beside him. Roxie’s phone starts ringing in the kitchenette and she excuses herself to answer it, tearing herself away from trying to make it not obvious she’s checking the older man out.

“Hey Maxy.”
“Hey Rox. I’m so sorry, I have to be at the track early this morning for a meeting, so I won’t be able to pick you up. I left your pass at reception for you.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart. I uh, I actually won’t be with you this weekend, something’s come up. I can’t say what it is right now, but you’ll see when we have lunch later.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute and I’m not offended that you’re ditching me for someone not as cool as me! I’ll call you later so we can work out where we’re eating. Remember that I’ll kick anyone’s ass who messes with you!”

Roxie smiles fondly at her phone and drops it back on the counter, leaning against it and admiring Toto from afar. He’s just wearing black trousers and a white branded Mercedes team t-shirt, but it sits nicely across his broad chest and shoulders and his glasses compliment his face.

“I should get to the track and pass this around to my team, and we’ll see you in about an hour? I believe Michael already has a car organised for you.”
“Sounds like a plan. Could you organise me a team shirt? I don’t think your drivers would be happy if I wear the one that Red Bull gave me in Bahrain.”
“That’s already been arranged for you and is waiting at the track when you arrive.”
“Ah so you had already assumed I was going to say yes to you?”

Toto just smiles at her in lieu of answering her, offering her his hand as he stands up and using it as an advantage to pull her to her feet and kiss her softly on the cheek.

“More hoping than assuming. I look forward to seeing you in Mercedes colours this weekend and will see you at the track.”

He shakes her hand as he leaves and Roxie smiles at his back, ducking into the bathroom once he’s gone so she can shower and get ready.

When she arrived at the track, there was a man in a Mercedes team shirt waiting for her just through the gates. He smiled warmly at Roxie and handed her a team shirt, waiting patiently as she put it on over the blush pink cami she was wearing.

“I’m James, it’s very nice to meet you, Roxie. Toto asked me to escort you to the team rooms so if you’d like to follow me please.”
“Lead the way, Mr Vowles.”

It was a little bit intimidating walking through the paddock the second time around. Whilst the drivers and teams knew who she was, and why she was there, Roxie was pretty sure that the countless journalists, photographers, sponsors and fans didn’t, so anyone who had seen her in Bahrain with Max and Red Bull, was now seeing her walking around kitted out in a Mercedes tee. She made a mental note to ask Toto to source her a team cap as well so she could use it to hide her face and followed James as closely as she could without stepping on the back of his feet and kept her head down and they headed to Mercedes hospitality.

“Can I get you a coffee or anything?”
“Uh, a latte would be great, thank you.”
“Of course. Grab a seat and I’ll be with you in a second, just need to let Toto know we’re here.”

He gestured toward a free table and squeezed Roxie’s shoulder as she sat down, going over to order her coffee and pointing her out to the barista before disappearing upstairs. While she waited for Toto and James to come back Roxie pulled out her work phone, replying to a few emails from some of her regular clients saying they missed her and hoped she was having a good time, smiling giddily at her phone when a message from max came through with a cat meme.

“That looks really nice on you, Roxie, much better than the navy monstrosity you had on in Bahrain.”

When Roxie looked up from her phone she found Lewis Hamilton standing in front of her, smiling wryly and looking pleased with himself.

“Thank you, Lewis, I think. I’ll be sure to pass your compliments on to Max and Christian, I’m sure they’d find our feedback……constructive.”
“Please do, and then send me a photo of their facial expressions. Horner especially. Thank you so much for saying yes to hanging out with us this weekend, I was admittedly a bit worried you’d say no because of me turning down your company this season. It’s nothing personal, and I have a lot of respect for you and what you do for a living, I’m just kind of seeing someone on the down low but Michael doesn’t need to know that. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Lewis offered her his hand as he pulled out a chair and sat with her, thanking the barista politely as she brought over Roxie’s coffee and the one that he must have ordered for himself.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, I’m not offended. I was more surprised by the number of people who had said yes, than the number who had said no. The person you’re seeing on the DL…is it Angela?”

Roxie picked up her coffee and raised an eyebrow at Lewis when he didn’t answer her, the blush creeping onto his cheeks enough of an indication that her guess was probably alright.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to tell anyone. I of all people know how much something like that getting out could ruin your working relationship with each other because of how damn nosy people can be sometimes. I think it’s sweet that you two are such close friends.”
“Thank you, that’s really sweet of you. Hi Toto.”
“Good of you to keep Roxie company, Lewis, don’t forget to introduce her to Angela before Sunday. Has anyone seen Valtteri today? He was supposed to be here so he could meet Roxie before FP1, but I guess it’s going to have to wait. Is there anything you need, Roxie? I need to do some team things before the session starts, but you’re free to hang out here or in the garage for the session but it’s up to you.”

Roxie takes a sip of her coffee and runs a hand through her hair, looking between Toto, Lewis and James before speaking.

“Maybe…maybe a team cap? Obviously all of the drivers and the teams know who I am and what I’m doing her, but none of the journalists or photographers do and I’m a little uh, worried about what they’re going to be thinking of me when they see me in different teamwear every race, at least if I have a hat on I can cover my face a little bit.”
“You don’t have to worry about that because if anyone gives you any trouble, there are several people, myself included, who will shut them up, but I’m sure we can arrange that.”

Seeming to sense her worry, Lewis gently squeezes her hand in reassurance with a soft smile, Toto and James nodding in agreement on either side of him.

“Thank you.”

James takes out his phone and sends a quick text to someone while they finish their coffees, Lewis playfully knocking his knee against Roxie’s under the table until she smiles at him. It takes less than 5 minutes before someone appears with a Mercedes hat and hands it to her, Roxie taking it with a grateful smile and putting it on.

“Cute, it suits you.”
“Thanks, Lewis, that’s really nice of you to say.”
“Of course. I have to go and get my shit together for practice but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

He winks at her as he walks away, James offering her his hand and pulling her up from her chair. Toto rests his hand heavily on her shoulder with a smile, gesturing to James with his free hand.

“James will show you to the garage now, and you can make yourself comfortable on either side and I’ll be there shortly.”

Roxie salutes Toto with a wink as James wraps an arm around her shoulders with a laugh and leads her away, Toto shaking his head in amusement as they go.

Sunday April 19^th, 2021

Roxie raises an eyebrow at Max over the rim of her coffee cup, resisting the urge to laugh at the unimpressed look on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“That colour doesn’t suit you.”

Max pouts at her as she laughs, Roxie putting her mug down so she doesn’t spill coffee all over herself before she heads to the track. Ever since they’d had lunch on Friday Max had been giving her disapproving looks, clearly not happy with the Mercedes shirts and hats she’d been wearing while spending time with them over the weekend.

“It’s a black shirt, Maxy, black suits everyone. I’ve never known a group of people to get so defensive and upset over the colour of a shirt.”

When she’d relayed Lewis’ navy monstrosity comment to Max and Christian it had drawn laughs out of both of them, but Max had spent most of the weekend pouting about it, which Roxie found incredibly endearing.

“Okay fine, you look good in it, I’m not denying that, I just don’t like seeing you in Mercedes merch when they’re looking like our biggest rivals this season.”
“You’re gonna have to get over that, baby, seeing as I’m probably going to end up wearing everyone’s merch at some point this year.”
“I don’t care about anyone else, just the Mercedes thing bugs me a little.”

Roxie rolls her eyes as she stands up, kissing Max on the cheek as she passes him to go and brush her teeth. Max passes Roxie her leather jacket as she comes out of the bathroom, smiling at her and offering her his hand.

“C’mon, we should get going or we’re gonna be late.”
“Rather YOU’RE gonna be late. I don’t have to be anywhere until race time this weekend.”

Max just rolls his eyes at her with a laugh and grabs her hand, practically dragging Roxie out of the room as she giggles at him.

Roxie watched on in horror as George and Valtteri collided on the track, both of them bouncing off the wall in similar fashion to each other and almost at the same time.

“Valtteri are you okay?”

She heard Tony ask him over the radio, chewing nervously on her lip when there wasn’t an immediate response.

“Yep. Good.”

She let out the breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding, Angela coming around to Valtteri’s side of the garage to hug her when she saw the worry on her face.

“It looks worse than it was, the cars are made to break up and protect the boys if something like this happens yeah?”

Angela said in her ear, smiling easily at her as she walked back to Lewis’ side of the garage. Roxie’s mouth fell open in shock as she watched the replay and George getting out of his car and going over to hit Valtteri’s helmet.

“Verdammte Idioten. Alle beide. Und was hat sich George debei gerdacht?!”
(Fucking idiots. Both of them. And what was George thinking?!)

She heard Toto angrily say in German over her right shoulder, catching his eye and biting her lip.

“Glauben Sie, er hat es absichtilch getan? Oder meinst du die Sache mit dem Helm?”
(You think he did it on purpose? Or do you mean the helmet thing?)
“The helmet move was stupid, that’s what I meant. You speak German?”
“A little. Not enough to hold a conversation, but enough to ask questions.”

Toto chuckled softly and shook his head with a smirk, turning back towards the screen sin front of him as the race was yellow flagged to clear Valtteri and George’s cars and get them both safely back to their garages. Valtteri caught her eye as he came back through the garage, grabbing her hand and taking her through to his driver’s room silently.

“Stupid question, but are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, I just really don’t want to be alone right now you know?”
“Yeah, I get it. Can I…is there anything I can do?”

He just shook his head at her and pushed Roxie in the direction of the couch in his driver’s room, smiling softly at her when she sat down and disappearing into the bathroom to take his race suit off.

“I have to go to the media pen in a minute and do stupid post-accident interview shit, if you want you can come with me, or you can stay here and wait. It’s up to you.”
“Maybe I um…I’ll just wait here for you if that’s okay. You know I’m not really comfortable being around the cameras if I can avoid it.”
“Yes, of course. The last thing I would want to do is make you uncomfortable as I know exactly how it feels when you get asked to do something that you don’t wany and makes you not feel so good.”

There was something more behind Valtteri’s words that Roxie wanted to try and get out of him at another time, but for now she just stood and wound her arms tightly around the Fin. The two of them had had some quality time to bond with each other over the last 2 days, and like she had with Max, she was slowly becoming very fond of Valtteri. He wound his arms around Roxie’s waist and buried his head in her shoulder, sighing softly and just trying to relax into her arms. A gentle knock on the door had the two of them separating, Roxie stroking his cheek with the back of her hand and smiling at him.

“Go. I’ll be right here when you get back yeah?”
“Thank you, Roxie.”

Roxie smiled and kissed where her knuckles had just been, giving Valtteri’s PR manager a wave as they walked left. She sat back down when he left, turning the TV on in the room so she could continue to watch the race while she waited for him to return from media duties.

Although she felt bad about it, Roxie couldn’t keep the smile off her face as Max crossed the finish line in P1 and it lit up her face even more as Lando finished P3. She could feel Valtteri watching her from where he was sat by her side, lifting his head from where it had been resting on her shoulder since he’d gotten back.

“Sorry, I can’t imagine me sitting here smiling like an idiot is doing anything to help you feel better about what happened today.”

Valtteri shrugs a little, picking at a loose thread on his t-shirt.

“No, no, it’s okay. We’ve all noticed how close you and Max have become since you started working with us all, so I understand you being happy for him, Lando too. Kid is gonna go far once they give him a car he can actually race in.”
“Do you want to hang out tonight when you get back from your debrief? We don’t have to do anything other than just chill and watch a movie, but I had Michael email you a copy of my standard agreement if you maybe wanted to do something else.”
“Can I maybe have some time to think about it? I…I’m not sure if I want company or to be alone tonight.”

Roxie takes both of Valtteri’s hands and squeezes, waiting until he meets her eye before speaking.

“Of course, love. My room number is 1307, and you can swing by if you want to, or you can stay in your room, whatever you decide I’m here. I have to go because Michael always organises my car right after the race finishes, but I’ll maybe see you later.”

She winks at Valtteri and kisses him once on the mouth before turning on her heal and leaving, pulling her phone out to send a quick congratulatory text to Max as she walks to the waiting car.

The gentle knock on Roxie’s door was so quiet she almost missed it, but she went to investigate just to make sure.

“No, yeah I’m listening, just going to answer my door. If it’s you, Max I swear to God…”
“Why would it be me? I’m drunk at that club, I told you.”

Roxie’s giggle was immediately silenced when she opened the door to find a distraught looking Valtteri on the other side of it, she furrowed her eyebrows and ushered the Fin into her room and said hurriedly down the phone.

“I gotta go, something’s come up, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

She didn’t wait for Max to respond before ending their call and turning her phone off, tossing it on the kitchenette counter and taking both of Valtteri’s hands and encouraging him to sit on her bed.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart, what’s going on?”
“I…I think…panic attack…hit me out of nowhere…didn’t know what…what to do.”
“Shh, hey, it’s okay, you’re safe here, I got you.”

Roxie wrapped her arms around Valtteri and pulled him close, encouraging him to rest his head on her chest and gently running her hands through his short hair and down his cheek and jaw. She waited until his breathing calmed down before urging him to sit up, keeping one hand holding his and resting the other on his shoulder so she could stroke his throat at the same time.

“I have an idea of something that might help you to calm down if you’d like to try, but we absolutely don’t have to. It’s your choice, yeah?”
“I’m willing to try anything to help me not feel this shit.”
“Alright sweetheart, we can do that. I just need to go and get something out of my bedroom, I want you to undress to your comfort level and then wait for me on your knees just here. If you don’t want to, that’s okay too, I won’t be upset with whatever you decide you want.”

She squeezed his hands one last time before leaving the room, closing the bathroom door and sliding her loose t-shirt off and pulling back on the simple black lace bra she’d been wearing earlier, and the pyjama shorts she usually didn’t wear. Finally, Roxie grabbed a dry washcloth from the sink and returned to the bedroom, looking at the muscles in Valtteri’s back and shoulders. He’d stripped down to his boxers and was kneeling facing the bed, just as she had asked him and she hummed appreciatively and sat down on the bed in front of him, placing the washcloth by her side and using her other hand to lift his head up.

“Do you know what the traffic light system is in a BDSM sense, Valtteri?”
“Green is go, yellow is slow down, and red is stop, right?”
“That is right, yes, good boy. You’ve done this before?

Valtteri dropped his eyes from Roxie’s face and looked down, chewing on his lap as he nodded.

“I need you to use your words, sweetheart.”
“Yeah…yes. I…I’ve done this before, but I’m not…I know it’s not normal for the male to be the submissive one.”
“I don’t know who told you that, but whoever it was, is an idiot. You can take on whichever role you feel you identify most with, and so far, you’re being so good, and you look so sweet on your knees for me. Do you understand?”

When he looked away again and bit his lip instead of answering, his blush creeping down from his cheeks to his neck and chest, Roxie grasped him firmly by the chin and lifted Valtteri’s head up so he was looking her in the eye.

“When I ask you a question, I need you to answer me, and you will say ‘Yes Roxie’ or ‘No Roxie’, is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Roxie.”

Roxie beamed at him and stood up, walking behind Valtteri and running her hands down his arms and guided him to clasp them loosely behind his back. She corrected his posture a little as well, using a gentle knee to his back to get him to kneel a little straighter.

“Relax your shoulders, sweetheart. It’ll help you to feel a lot more comfortable like this.”
“Yes, Roxie.”
“Good boy.”

As he did as she asked Valtteri took a deep breath and Roxie could see as he visibly relaxed when he let it out, his eyes slipping closed as he did. Roxie sat back on the bed just to the left of Valtteri, gently running her fingers across his shoulders and collarbones, down to his breastbone and leaving her hand in the centre of his chest.

“There you go, you’re doing such a good job for me. All you need to do is kneel and breathe for me until I tell you otherwise. I’m not going to leave you alone, but I need to go to the kitchen, but you don’t need to panic. I’m coming right back, and I’ll be disappointed if you move before I tell you you can”

Roxie didn’t wait for Valtteri to acknowledge what she’d said before going into the kitchen, turning the tap on and waiting for the water to warm up before dropping the washcloth into the sink to soak. She kept an eye on Valtteri as she did, making sure that he still looked relaxed and calm, squeezing the excess water out of the washcloth before returning to sit in fron of him to Valtteri was knelt between her legs.

“Look at you, you didn’t move once, did you?”
“No, Roxie.”
“You’re so good, Valtteri, so good for me, and an amazing driver.”

She started to gently run the washcloth of his overheated skin, staring at his forehead and working her way down his face, neck and chest as she continued talking.

“Everyone knows that you’d be winning more often if Toto and James didn’t give Lewis preferential treatment, and the fact that a spoiled little brat took you out of the race today. I’ve heard the rumours around the paddock that he’s replacing you next year, and good luck to him. He’s an entitled prick and the way he behaved toward you today was wholly unacceptable.”

Roxie refolded the wet cloth and stood, walking behind Valtteri once more and starting to run it down his shoulders and back.

“No matter what happens, you will always be better than an entitled little brat. I’m so proud of you, you’re such a good boy. Being so good for me and I’m so proud of you.”

She kisses Valtteri softly on the cheek and pets his cheek and shoulder while he keeps his eyes closed, breathing steadily and staring to rock a little on his knees.

“Alright sweetheart, let’s get you off your knees yeah?”

Roxie takes both of his hands and helps Valtteri back to his feet, leading him around to the side of the bed. She manhandles him a little so she can sit against the headboard, running her hand through his hair as he rests his head against her thigh. They sit like that for almost 20 minutes before Valtteri sits up, Roxie smiling softly at him when he catches her eye.

“Thank you, Roxie. I…I feel a lot better and I appreciate you changing your evening around to accommodate me.”
“Of course, Valtteri, you’re so welcome. I’m glad that I could make you feel better, and if you ever need that sort of reassurance again, I’m here.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Should probably get back to my room, but I’ll see you in a couple weeks yeah? Thank you again.”

He leans over to kiss her gently before leaving the room with a little wave, making Roxie giggle and wave back.

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Wednesday May 19^th, 2021

“Surprise!”

Roxie smiled fondly at Max as he appeared from behind a pillar at Nice airport, hugging her tightly and lifting her off the ground a little.

“Well now, this is a lovely surprise! What are you doing here?”
“Michael said you were going to be in Monaco, and I know where you’re staying and who’s with you this weekend so I wanted to surprise you and take you on the scenic route because you said you’ve never been here before and yeah. I…I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay, more than okay.”

Max grins at her and takes Roxie’s bag from her and puts it over her shoulder, taking the hand not pulling her small suitcase along and leading her out of the airport.

“I have another surprise for you, but you have to promise me you’re not going to freak out.”
“I am not promising you anything because you, young man, are trouble.”
“Me? Trouble? I resemble that accusation. Do you trust me?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”

Roxie raises an eyebrow behind his hand as Max covers her eyes once they’re out of the terminal, trying not to pout at him as he leads her through the car park and hoping that he doesn’t walk her into a wall accidentally.

“Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out in a minute.”
“I can hear you sticking your tongue out at me, you little shit.”
“Shush, you’re gonna like it I promise.”

She can almost hear the smug smile on Max’s face and rolls her eyes behind his hand, trusting him to walk her wherever it is that he wants to go.

“Okay, stay right there, but don’t open your eyes yet.”
“You’re not doing this just so you can take funny pictures of me right?”
“As entertaining as that would be, no I’m not. Well, not just to take funny pictures. Just be patient.”

Max sounds further away when he answers her and Roxie wraps her arms around herself, trying to work out what he’s up to. The only thing she can hear is the noises of other cars, people and airplanes landing and taking off.

“You can open your eyes now, Rox.”

When she opens her eyes Roxie’s mouth falls open and she turns to Max in disbelief, the Dutchman chewing on his lip nervously.

“I…how…is this what I think it is?”
“You told me on the plane from Portugal to Spain that it was your favourite car, so I thought if I could, I’d hire one and drive you around in it for a little while.”
“You’re fucking amazing, you know that right?”

Roxie half throws herself into Max’s arms and he hugs her tightly, glad that she’s smiling and happy and not annoyed at him for going a little overboard. After spending the night together, he and Roxie had been hanging out a lot on race weekends, either at the track, or in Roxie’s hotel room. Lando and Mick had joined them a few times and they’d played a lot of FIFA, board games and the occasional game of UNO (they couldn’t play too much because Roxie was too competitive) to pass the time. On the way from Portugal to Spain he and Roxie had gotten onto the topic of dream cars, and she’d told him that if she could drive anything, it’d be a DB9 and ever since, Max had done everything he could to find one in Monaco to take her out in.

“This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me Max, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, honey. Now get your cute little butt in the car.”

She giggles at Max but does as she’s told, putting her sunglasses on, and taking her hair out of the messy bun she’d put it in for the flight. Max starts the car and puts the convertible roof down, smiling at the look of pure joy on Roxie’s face as they pull out of the parking lot. He takes Roxie on the scenic route from Nice to Monaco, pointing out some of the interesting sites along the way but mostly just watching Roxie and the road in equal measure. The drive should only take around half an hour, but Max makes it last double that long just so he doesn’t have to say goodbye even though he knows he’ll see her tomorrow. Max opens the door for Roxie when they get to the apartment complex, pulling his phone out and making a call while she gets her bags out of the trunk.

“Hey, we’re downstairs”
“Okay, I’ll be down in a second.”

Roxie is watching the harbour when Max turns around after putting his phone away, the sunlight catching her hair like it’s glowing, and making her look ethereal.

“Don’t be a stranger this weekend, okay? I only live like, 3 blocks away if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Max, for this afternoon and the offer. I really appreciate everything you do for me.”
“Of course, Roxie. Anytime.”

Max hugs Roxie and waves to Charles over her shoulder as he comes outside, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips as she pulls away.

“Hey Charles.”
“Thanks for dropping Roxie off, Max.”
“It was my pleasure. I’ll see you two tomorrow morning.”

He winks at Roxie as he climbs back into the car, waving at them both in the rearview mirror.

“I…I thought it would be easier for you to stay in my guest room, rather than a hotel while you’re with me this weekend. That…this is okay yeah?”
“It’s really generous of you to open your home to me, Charles. Thank you.”
“Mamam always taught me it was the polite thing to do. Come on, let’s get inside and you can get comfortable and we can have a relaxing evening in front of the TV.”
“Lead the way, baby.”

Charles blushes but picks up Roxie’s bag and gestures for her to follow him, leading them both to the elevator and pushing the button for his floor.

“I meant what I said at the season launch party you know.”
“About?”
“Tu es belle quand tu rougis, Charles.”
(You’re so pretty when you blush, Charles.)

Roxie giggles at Charles as he only blushes harder in response, not saying anything until they’re safely behind the door of his apartment.

“C’Mon trouble, guest room is this way.”

Charles takes her hand and leads her through his apartment, smiling shyly at her once they’re in the bedroom.

“Bathroom is just through that door and I laid out clean towels and stuff in there for you. I um…well, Andrea did, but if you want to get cleaned up and I can make some food for us.”
“Sounds good, Charles. I’ll be with you in a little bit.”

Seeming to get a sudden boost of confidence, maybe from being in his own space, Charles steps close enough to Roxie to tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her.

“Take your time.”

He winks at Roxie as he closes the door, Roxie rolling her eyes with a laugh and heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

Friday May 21^st, 2021

“Good Morning, Tesoro.”

Roxie smiled into her coffee as Charles wrapped his arms around her from behind, nosing into her hair and kissing the side of her head.

“Buongiorno Charlie, hai dormito bene?”
(Good Morning, Charlie, did you sleep well?)
“Si Roxie, Grazie. Parla Italiano?”
(Yes Roxie, thanks. You speak Italian?)
“A little, yeah. It does sound so much sexier coming out of your mouth though.”
“Don’t start, it is too early for teasing.”

Charles hooked his chin over Roxie’s shoulder and she giggled at him, taking a sip of her coffee and waving it under his nose.

“I just made coffee, there’s a whole pot in your kitchen if you want some.”
“Thank you, Roxie.”

Roxie squirms in Charles’ arms as he buries his head in her neck and breathes her in, turning around to loop an arm around his shoulders and kisses him on the cheek.

“Why’re you sniffing me?”
“You smell like Max.”
“I don’t know if I should be concerned or not that you know what Max smells like.”

Charles rolls his eyes at Roxie as she smirks at him, kissing her forehead to stop her from talking and stroking both of her cheeks with the backs of his hands.

“He’s worn the same cologne for about 3 years, it’s a smell you can recognise after a while. Smart ass.”
“This is Max’s shirt. I think he snuck it into my bag when he picked me up at the airport. Its really soft, so I’ve been sleeping in it.”
“You’re so cute.”

Roxie sticks her tongue out at him and reclaims her mug from the coffee table, smiling softly at Charles as he runs his hand through her hair and runs his thumb across her lips.

“Have you brushed your teeth this morning?”
“Yes, why?”

Instead of answering Roxie just leans forward to kiss him, getting up on her toes a little to negate the height difference between them.

“Because I really didn’t want to kiss you if you hadn’t brushed your teeth. When do we have to leave?”
“In about half an hour. If I gave you a shirt of mine, would you wear it today?”
“If that’s what you want, of course. I’m gonna go jump in the shower, so feel free to leave it on my bed.”

Roxie kisses Charles on the cheek as she passes him, dropping her empty coffee mug in the sink on her way back to her room.

“Ciao Andrea, hai un minute?”
(Hey Andrea, do you have a minute?)

Andrea looked over to Roxie from where he was talking to a few of the mechanics and smiled, waving her over and giving her a hug. He’d been super welcoming to her while she’d been spending time with Charles, more than once suggesting they work out on his balcony and asking Roxie to take notes on his form. Roxie knew that this was just a ploy to let her sit and stare at Charles when he took his shirt off, but she wasn’t going to complain about it when it was so entertaining.

“Oh Ciao, naturalmente, cosa passo fare per te?”
(Oh Hi, of course. What can I do for you?)
“Mi chiedevo se potesse controllare le mie capacita di massaggio? Charles e stato molto stressato questo fine settimana e pens oche lo aiuterebbe a sentirsi meglio. Conosco un po’ di massaggi sensuali grazie all amia professione, ma non voglio fargli del male accidentalmente?”
(I was wondering if you could check my massage skills? Charles has been under a lot of stress this weekend and I think it would help him feel better. I know a bit about sensual massage from my profession, but I don't want to hurt him accidentally.)
“You’re so sweet, Roxie, of course I can help you. Come see me during free practice and we can go over your technique.”

He kisses her on the cheek and then goes back to the conversation he was having, leaving Roxie smiling and standing off to the side. She was glad that Charles had leant her one of his hoodies, with the breeze coming off the Monaco marina giving her chills every now and then. Roxie started walking down pitlane to the Red Bull garage to go and catch up with Max, having promised to see him for lunch.

“Hi Sweetie.”
“Oh Hey Valtteri, how’re you?”
“Good, thank you. I’m glad you invested in a jumper for this weekend, it’s a little unseasonably cold here at the moment. Charles lend that to you?”
“Caught me sleeping in one of Max’s shirts and got a little jealous over it I think. It’s kinda cute though.”

Roxie giggles as Valtteri rolls his eyes at her, giving her a half hug and ducking into the Mercedes garage. Lewis and Angela wave at her as she passes, Roxie waving back and then heading into Max’s side of the Red Bull garage.

Saturday, May 22^nd, 2021

“What? Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“I’m just really happy for you. You were amazing today, Charles. I have something planned for you for tonight, if you think you can trust me.”
“Of course I trust you, Roxie.”

She smiles at Charles and takes his hand, pulling him close so she can kiss him on the cheek and whisper in his ear.

“Take off your shirt and go lay on the bed for me. Face down.”
“Bossy.”

Charles shivers a little as Roxie rests her hands on his hips under his shirt, squeezing and backing him up towards his bedroom.

“You like it, pretty boy.”

When he doesn’t respond and just blushes harder, Roxie giggles and stands on her tiptoes to softly bite Charles’ earlobe.

“Go on, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Roxie watches Charles go through to his bedroom, ducking into hers and changing out of the oversized hoodie she’s had on since they got home and into soft cotton pyjama shorts and the t-shirt she swiped from Charles’ room earlier that morning. Charles was laying on the bed, arms wrapped around his pillow in just his boxers.

“Before we start, are you allergic to anything?”
“Not that I know of. Why?”
“Just making sure that you’re not going to have a bad reaction to anything I’m going to use on you.”

She turns the lights down lower so they’re not as bright, lighting the vanilla candle on the bedside table and picking up the massage oil. She puts some straight onto her hands to warm it before starting at Charles’ shoulders, running her hands gently across his skin. She starts working the oil into his shoulders and starts making her way down his back and pouring more oil directly onto his skin and giggling when he flinches.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was that cold?”
“You are mean.”
“You don’t know the half of it, pretty boy.”

She can feel as Charles laughs at her, shaking his head but relaxing into the bed as she keeps massaging him. Charles slowly turns into a relaxed puddle as Roxie works her way down his shoulders to his lower back. She digs her fingers in just hard enough to get any remaining knots, sliding off Charles to sit beside him once she’s done.

“That was really nice, Roxie, grazie mille.”
“You’re welcome, love. You should get some rest, you’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Charles smiles lazily at her as she reaches over to brush his hair out of his eyes, entwining their fingers and kissing her knuckles.

“Night, Roxie, and thank you again.”
“Goodnight Charles.”

Sunday May 23^rd, 2021

Watching Charles climb out of the car before the start of his home Grand Prix was hard for Roxie to watch, the defeated, far off look in his eyes when he took his helmet off broke her heart. She knew that the last thing Charles would want right now was her company, so she stayed in the garage with the team. It was almost halfway through the race when she felt a soft hand on her elbow, taking her headset off and turning to Andrea.

“Chiede di te,Tesoro.”
(He’s asking for you, sweetheart.)

Andrea took the headset from Roxie and nudged her in the direction of Charles’ driver room, Roxie running a hand through her hair as she headed back. She knocked gently on the door before going in, smiling softly at Charles as she closed it behind herself. She crossed the room and knelt at Charles’ feet, propping her forearms on his knees and resting her chin on them.

“I’m not going to ask if you’re okay, because we both know the answer to that.”
“I understand if you don’t want to go through with tonight. I can’t even begin to imagine what you think of me.”
“Charles, what happened today was not in any way your fault. If anyone is to blame, it’s the team. You have no control over what happened overnight with the car after yesterday.”

She sits up a little higher on her knees so she can kiss Charles on the cheek, resting their foreheads together.

“But I…”
“No, no self-deprecating. I’m gonna go and wait for you at home, and I’ll see you in a little bit. Oh and shower before you do, yeah?”
“Okay.”

Roxie smiles and presses a kiss to Charles’ lips, giggling when it makes him blush.

“Good boy.”

Charles bats her hands away with a pout when she ruffles his hair, giggling as she leaves the room. Roxie doesn’t return to the garage and instead heads for Charles’ apartment, texting Michael to let him know she’s leaving and won’t need a car. There’s about 15 laps left of the race by the time Roxie makes it back and she turns the TV volume up so she can listen while she showers. In the time that she had spent so far with Charles, and from his behaviour at the launch party, Roxie got the feeling he was a little more on the submissive side. She’d managed to find a cute Ferrari red lingerie set that she thought Charles would like, straightened her hair and applied matching lipstick. When she heard the key click in the lock of the front door, Roxie sprayed the perfume Charles had gifted her and leant against the kitchen island to wait for him, biting her lip at the blush and shy look on his face when he saw her.

“Hi Roxie.”
“Hey Charles, welcome home.”
“I uh…you…you look…you look beautiful.”

She smiled sweetly at Charles and stepped closer to him, kissing him on the cheek and taking his hand. She walked backwards to the guest room, letting go of Charles and sitting down on the bed. She patted the bed next to her and waited for Charles to sit down, resting a warm hand on Charles’ thigh with a smile.

“I know we’ve talked about this already this week, but let’s talk about rules and boundaries for tonight, okay?”
“I want to do something first, if that’s alright with you?”
“Of course.”

Charles tucks Roxie’s her behind her ear and leans across to kiss her, cupping her jaw and stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

She affectionately rolls her eyes at Charles, using her thumb to wipe her lipstick from his mouth and chin.

“Okay, so there’s condoms, lube, and my test results on the night stand, I’ve seen yours already, kissing is obviously okay with me, touching is more than okay, and condoms are mandatory while we have sex. I’m gonna skip over one of the disclaimers I usually give, because you don’t come across to me as being interested anyway. Is there anything in particular you’d like to do tonight, or anything that you don’t?”
“I trust you. I should tell you though, it’s been a while since I’ve been with someone.”
“Thank you for being honest with me. I would very much like to get to the part where I make you feel good now.”

Roxie giggles at him and stands up, encouraging him to stand up and helping to pull his t-shirt over his head.

“And you say that I’m beautiful. Have you looked in a mirror lately? You’re gorgeous, Charles.”

She kisses him to stop him from arguing with her, working her way from his lips to his jaw, down his throat to his chest. Charles runs both hands through her hair, soft gasps and moans slipping through his lips as she sinks to her knees, kissing down his chest and stomach as she goes.

“Do you want my mouth, baby?”
“Yes. S'il vous plait. Please.”

She looks up at Charles and giggles as she undoes his jeans, kissing across his hips as she hooks her thumbs in his jeans and boxers and pulls them down to pool at his ankles. She brackets Charles’ hips with her thumbs and helps him to step out of his clothes, ignoring his hard cock in favour of kissing across his hip bones and nosing at his balls.

“You have a very pretty cock, Charles.”
“Thank you.”
“And so polite too.”

Roxie smirks up at Charles and takes him into her mouth, teasing the head of his cock with her tongue. Charles tangles both hands in Roxie’s hair as she sucks him off, not pushing or pulling but holding on to ground himself. She takes one hand off Charles’ hip to wrap her hand around the base of his cock, taking him as far into her mouth as she can without gagging. She giggles around him as Charles whimpers, digging her nails a little harder into Charles’ hip to keep him still when the vibrations make him buck and push further into her mouth then she’s used to. Charles moves one hand from Roxie’s hair to stroke her cheek apologetically, biting his lip and watching as she bobs her head up and down, jerking what’s not in her mouth and twisting her wrist on the upstroke.

“I…Roxie please…”
“Please what, Cherie?”

Charles whimpers at the pet name, pulling a little harder on Roxie’s hair to get her mouth off his cock.

“I need…need a minute. Please?”
“Of course, whatever you need.”

Roxie smiles at him and licks from root to tip of Charles’ cock just to tease, giggling softly and taking his hands when he offers them to help her stand. She kisses Charles again, licking into his mouth and running her tongue along his teeth. She noses her way to his ear and whispering to Charles with a playful bite to his earlobe.

“You should sit back and get comfortable, sweetheart.”

Charles chases her mouth when they separate, stroking Roxie’s cheek with his knuckles before doing as he’s told. He leans back against the pillows and lazily strokes his cock, watching appreciatively as Roxie slides off her underwear. She crawls onto the bed to straddle Charles’ thighs, sighing softly as he leans forward to mouth at her neck and playfully bite her collarbone.

“Tu es si belle.”
(You are so beautiful.)
“Vous etes si gentil, Charles, merci.”
(You’re so sweet Charles, thank you.)

Roxie kisses the inside of Charles’ wrist as he tucks her hair behind her ear, leaning closer to press their lips together.

“You sound so sweet when you’re about to come.”

She tells Charles quietly as she leans over him to grab lube and a condom off the bedside table, handing him the foil package and pulling the tab on the lube with her teeth. She waits for Charles to roll the condom down his cock before batting his hand out of the way, slicking him up with the lube and biting her lip as she uses what’s left between her own legs. Roxie lifts a little higher on her knees with her hands on Charles’ shoulders, smiling at him as he holds the base of his cock for her as he slides inside.

“Fuck, Roxie, you feel…so wet and…and warm. So beautiful for me.”
“Give…give me a second and I’ll move.”

Charles rests one hand on Roxie’s hip, stroking the bone with his thumb and smiling at her as she settles. Roxie intwines their fingers together on Charles’ other hand, running her free hand through her hair before resting it on Charles’ shoulder. She starts to rock her hips experimentally after a couple of minutes, keeping eye contact with Charles and watching his face.

“I’ve been…fuck…looking forward to this all week. You feel so good inside me, Charles. Knew you would be so sweet for me.”

Charles blushes deeply as Roxie starts properly riding him, keeping hold of his hand and moving her hand from his shoulder to fist gently in the hair at the back of his head. She pulls a little to get Charles to lift his head up, kissing him again and pinning their intwined hands behind his head. Roxie uses the leverage that gives her to ride him a little harder, properly lifting herself up and down on Charles’ cock instead of the filthy grinding pace she’d already set.

“S’il te plait, Roxie.”
“Please what, pretty boy?”
“s'il te plaît, ne t'arrête pas.”
(Please, don’t stop.)
“I speak Italian, Charles, not French remember? You’re gonna need to ask me in English.”

Roxie smirks at Charles as he processes what she’s said, quirking an eyebrow at him when he half-heartedly tries to get the hand pinned behind his head free.

“Please don’t stop, Roxie. I’m…merde…I’m gonna come.”
“Such nice manners, Charles. You’re so pretty, too, pretty when you’re close to coming and begging me not to stop.”

She gives Charles his hand back and moans appreciatively as both his hands go to her hips, helping her to bounce in his lap. The wet sound of their fucking fills the bedroom, Roxie biting her lip as her own orgasm starts to creep up on her. Charles holds on tight enough to her hips that Roxie knows she’s going to have finger bruises afterward, groaning around a mouthful of Roxie’s collarbone as he comes.

“Allez ma belle, jouir pour moi.”
(Come on beautiful, come for me.)

Charles says against her neck, kissing her there and getting his hand between them. Roxie whimpers into his neck as Charles touches her, grinding against him again as her orgasm washes over her. She mouths at Charles neck as they both come down from their highs, wincing slightly as she gets off Charles, flopping on the bed next to him and stretching her legs out. Charles kisses her forehead as he gets up and goes to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, coming back with a glass of water that he gives to Roxie. She smiles warmly at Charles as she takes the glass, having a few sips and giving it back to him.

“I’ll get up and go to my room in a minute, just gonna lay here and catch my breath.”
“You don’t have to, you can um, you can sleep here if you want to? We don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow, and I um, I could use the company.”
“Tu es si gentil avec moi.”
(You’re so sweet to me.)

She kisses him on the cheek and curls into Charles’ side, pulling the sheet up and over them both.

“Wait a second…what did you just say?”
“Tu es si gentil avec moi. Did I say it wrong?”
“No, you said it right but you told me you didn’t speak French.”

Charles pouts at her and she giggles, running her hand through his hair and kissing him again.

“You can’t just kiss me to shut me up you know.”
“Why not? It seems to be working so far, pretty boy.”

When Charles doesn’t say anything to her Roxie leans up on her side, softly running her fingers up and down Charles’ chest and waits for him to speak.

“Thank you for tonight, Roxie, I…I had a really nice time.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart, I had a really good time too. Thank you for letting me stay with you too, it was nice having some homely comfort instead of a hotel room.”
“You’re welcome here anytime. Lando mentioned that you were thinking of spending some of the summer break here, and I’m sure Max has already offered but I’m going to Italy with my family, so you’re more than welcome to stay.”

She smiled softly at him and dropped a kiss to his bicep, cuddling into him and enjoying his warmth.

“I appreciate that so much, Charles. Thank you. Now, why don’t we get comfortable for a little bit, then when my legs decide to start working again we can shower and have some dinner?”

Charles is already snoring before she finishes talking and she chuckles, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes.

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With the two-week break between Baku and Le Castellet, Roxie had taken herself on holiday around France. She’d spent a day in Monaco out on the water with Pierre, Charles, and Arthur, Charles’ younger brother, the 2 of them sunbathing while Pierre and Charles took turns jumping into the water and competing for her attention, then finished off her evening playing video games and drinking wine with Max. She then did 4 days in Paris, 3 in Lyon, before heading down to Marseilles. She booked herself into a ridiculously lavish and expensive suite at a 5-Star hotel, taking full advantage of the money she was being paid for her services. She was walking along the beach Tuesday morning when she saw Charles, waving to him as he smiled and approached her.

“Eh bien, mon beau, qu'est-ce que tu fais ici?”
(Oh hey pretty boy, what are you doing here?)
“Bonjour Roxie! J'ai un dîner chez Ferrari ce soir au Petit Nice, mais je suis descendue plus tôt pour pouvoir faire ceci.”
(Hey Roxie. I have a Ferrari dinner tonight at Le Petit Nice, but came down early so I could do this.)

He gestured towards the beach and Roxie switched her flip flops to her other hand so Charles could loop his arm through hers, smiling warmly at her even as she angled her sun hat down to cover her face.

“The suns been doing you good, you’re looking very tanned. Avez-vous apprécié votre tour de France?”
(Have you enjoyed your tour of France?)
“Je l'ai fait, merci, c'est très relaxant. As much as I love spending time with you boys, it’s been nice having some time to myself.”
(I have, thank you, it’s been very relaxing.)
“I’m going to pretend that doesn’t offend me.”

She giggled at Charles and kissed him on the cheek, unwrapping their arms so she could hold his hand instead. They walked to the end of the beach and got ice creams, then walked back towards the hotel.

“What’re you scowling about? You’re gonna get wrinkles.”
“Just thinking about how I have to go back to Le Castellet tonight after dinner, then come all the way back here tomorrow for a lunch, and then back again. It’s just a pain.”

Charles pouted at Roxie as she continued to giggle at him, tapping her nose with his ice cream. She rolled her eyes at him and wiped her nose with a napkin, stealing a bite of his ice cream in retaliation.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing your dinner is at my hotel. You can stay with me tonight, if you want. My way of making it up to you for letting me stay with you in Monaco.”
“Roxie I…I couldn’t impose on you like that. You’re supposed to be on vacation.”
“You’re not imposing, bebe, I’m inviting you. I went so overboard on my suite, so Carlos is welcome to stay as well.”
“Carlos doesn’t get here until tomorrow. Bâtard chanceux”
(Lucky bastard.)

Roxie rolls her eyes at Charles, taking her hotel key out of her pocket and slipping it in the back pocket of his Chino shorts.

“I have to go because I have a massage booked in about 15 minutes, but I’ll text you my room number in case you change your mind about tonight. A plus tard, mon beau.”
(See you later, handsome.)

She kissed him on the cheek and then headed back to the hotel, smiling softly to herself.

Roxie is relaxing in the ridiculous claw foot bath around 10.30pm when she hears the lock on her door beep, smiling in self-satisfaction as she hears Chares calling her name.

“Dans le bain, Cherie.”
(In the bath, darling.)

She laughs as Charles comes in, covering his eyes with his hand.

“It’s okay, Charles, you can uncover your eyes. Plus, if you see something you’ve never seen before, you can throw a dollar at it. How was your dinner, amour?”
“It was fine, typical sponsor dinner where I had to sit there and smile like a, how do you say it in English? Poney de salon.”
“Ah a show pony. You do look so pretty when you’re on show though, baby.”

Charles just rolls his eyes at her, dropping his hand into the bath and pulling her by the ankle towards him. Roxie squeaks and barely manages to get her hands up so she doesn’t get a face full of hot water, pouting at Charles and splashing him a little.

“Vous êtes un petit morveux. I’m nearly done in here. Why don’t you go get comfy in bed, and I’ll be with you in a minute?”
(You’re such a little brat.)
“Sure, don’t rush out on my account though. Tu es magnifique, toute mouillée, chérie.”
(You look gorgeous wet, sweetheart.)

Roxie smiles and tilts her head back, accepting the kiss Charles presses to her forehead before heading out of the bathroom. She takes a few minutes to finish rinsing off before getting out of the bath, draining the water and towelling off. She puts her pyjamas on and runs a brush through her hair before joining Charles in the room, smiling softly as he hands her a hot chocolate.

“That’s so sweet of you, Charles, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I remembered you saying that hot chocolate before bed was one of your favourite things, so I wanted to give you one as a way of saying thank you for letting me stay with you……Is that my shirt?”

Charles runs his fingers across Roxie’s right shoulder and the soft cotton of the light blue shirt she’s wearing, tracing the Puma logo on her collarbone.

“It might have found its way into my suitcase after I stayed with you. I um…I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course it is, more than okay. Maybe don’t tell Max though, he might get jealous.”
“Oh he’s already seen it, I slept in it the night I stayed at his place after I was out on the boat with you, Arthur and Pierre. You should have seen his face when he realised it wasn’t his.”

She giggled at the look on Charles’ face, taking his hand and tugging him towards the bed.

“C’Mon gentil garçon, it’s been a long night for you I’m sure, and I’m exhausted too.”
(Sweet boy)

Letting go of Charles’ hand Roxie put her half-empty hot chocolate on the bedside table, pulling back the covers and sliding in between them. She leant against the headboard and watched as Charles seemed to wrestle with himself for a moment before joining her, resting his head on his fist and laying on his side. Roxie downed the rest of her drink and shuffled down the pillows, curling onto her side and into Charles’ arms, tucking her head under his chin.

“I can feel you laughing at me, pretty boy.”
“Not at you, just, you smell like me, and if you had of told me I’d have a gorgeous woman in bed with me on a random summer night in France, I would have laughed. But it’s um…it’s nice.”
“Is it because you’re used to being in bed with Pierre?”

Roxie untucked her head from Charles’ chest to look at his face, squeezing his hip and softly stroking his side.

“Is it that obvious? We…we try to be careful around people that don’t know we uh…you know…but…but if you noticed.”
“I noticed because I’ve spent time alone with you, and time with the two of you together. The thought of you two fucking is also really hot, but I have to know, are you as sweet for him as you were for me?”

The blush on Charles’ face is enough of an answer for Roxie and she smiles, pushing Charles onto his back and curling into his side.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to answer. We should seriously get some rest though, Lando’s picked up this annoying habit of giving me wake-up calls at 8am Wednesday mornings of race weeks to talk my ear off. I should seriously talk to Carlos or Danny about that.”
“You should talk to Fernando, he’s one of the few people Lando actually listens to.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, baby, thank you. Seriously though, sleep. If I don’t answer him the first time, he keeps calling until I do. Don’t get me wrong, it’s endearing, but I sort of want to strangle him sometimes.”
“Join the club.”

Roxie giggles into Charles’ chest, smiling against his skin when he wraps his arm tighter around her and kisses the top of her head.

“Goodnight, Charles.”
“Dors bien, chéri.”
(Sleep sweet, sweetheart.)

Wednesday, June 16^th 2021

It had been an interesting day for Roxie. She and Charles had ordered room service, and eaten breakfast with Carlos when he’d showed up at Roxie’s room with a change of clothes for his teammate. The 2 of them had gone to their luncheon while she’d cleaned up the room and packed her suitcase, falling asleep on Carlos’ shoulder in the car to Le Castellet. He’d offered to carry Roxie to her hotel room, but that had felt too Damsel in Distress for her so she’d politely declined. He’d lifted her out of the car anyway, despite her protests, and laughing at the entirely undignified squeak that had come out of her mouth. It wasn’t that she didn’t realise that F1 drivers were strong, but knowing it and being lifted out of a car by that strength were 2 very different things. She’d only gotten an hour or so to herself before Max was knocking on her door, inviting himself into her room to give her a hug and then half dragging her to his room for video games. That was how she’d ended up on the floor in Max’s hotel suite, sat between Daniel’s tattooed thighs, while Max and Lando kicked their asses at FIFA.

“I very much feel like we were set up to fail here, Daniel.”
“You guys really suck at this, huh?”
“We didn’t all spend lockdown playing FIFA like you, Max. I don’t know about you boys, but I’m thinking dinner, and then I refuse to lose anymore, so Lando, you’re switching teams because it’s entirely unfair for you and Max to be on the same team.”

Lando pouted at Roxie as she stood up and ruffled his hair, ducking into the bathroom and running her hands through her hair. When she came out Max was on the phone, presumably to room service judging by the snippets of conversation she could hear, and Lando and Daniel were playing 1 on 1, or at least attempting to. Her phone was on the table next to Lando and he picked it up when it started ringing, showing it to Daniel with a giggle.

“Pretty sure that’s mine.”

She stood in front of the couch with her hip cocked, holding her hand out for her phone.

“Say please.”
“Hand it over, Lando.”
“You better do what she says, Lando, Roxie is scary bossy when she wants to be.”

Lando just giggles and tucks Roxie’s phone under his thigh, raising a cheeky eyebrow at her.

“Nobody would tell Michael if I kissed him to get my phone back, right?”

When Roxie looks at Daniel, he’s covering his eyes with his hand and Max just shrugs, mimicking zipping his mouth closed.

“Bet.”
“You’re so cute, baby, has anyone ever told you that?”

Lando just smirks at her, slowing shaking his head as Roxie sits in his lap. She takes Lando’s hands and puts them on her hips, cupping his cheeks and leaning in close to him.

“You’re such a liar, little Lando Norris.”

Roxie leans in even closer and licks her lips, getting as close to Lando’s mouth as she can without physically touching him.

“You and I both know that everyone tells you how cute you are all the time.”

She kisses his forehead and uses the distraction to take her phone back, giggling at the Brit when she stands up and he pouts at her.

“Tease.”
“Trust me Lando, you’re better off waiting until you get your chance with Roxie over one kiss from her.”
“Thanks, Maxy.”

Max squeezes the back of Roxie’s neck as she blushes, smiling softly at him as she unlocks her phone to call Pierre back.

“Hi Pierre, désolé, Lando a été une petite merde et a volé mon téléphone. Comment ça va?”
(Hi Pierre, sorry, Lando was being a little shit and stole my phone. How are you?)
“Je vois ce que Charles voulait dire, c'est sexy quand on parle français. J'ai une proposition à te faire pour ce week-end, si ça t'intéresse?”
(I see what Charles meant, it’s sexy when you speak French. I have a proposition for you for this weekend, if you’re interested?)
“Je parie que Charles a dit beaucoup choses sur moi.”
(I’ll bet Charles said a lot of things about me.)

Roxie giggles down the phone to Pierre, propping her feet up in Lando’s lap as she sits back down on the couch, smiling as he pouts at her but lets her keep her feet where they are.

“Une proposition? En savoir plus.”
(A proposition? Tell me more.)

Sunday, June 20^th, 2021

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Pierre ran his hand through Roxie’s hair and tucked her fringe behind her ear, softly pressing their lips together.

“I’m sure. Did you decide whether or not you were going to tell him?”
“It’s more fun if he doesn’t know that you’re here. I’m sure you worked it out in Monaco for yourself, but Charles loves to be teased.”
“I worked out a lot of things about Charles in Monaco, baby. Come on, I’ve been wanting to kiss you properly all weekend, but I want him to see.”

Roxie slips Pierre’s keycard from his pocket while biting his earlobe, giggling as she turns around to open the door. Charles looks half-confused, half-amused from where he’s sat on the bed as the two of them practically fall through the door, Pierre catching them before they tumble to the floor. Roxie kisses Pierre on the cheek and slinks over to the bed, smiling at Charles as she steps between his legs. He hugs her around the waist and she runs both hands through his hair to rest on his shoulders.

“Hey pretty boy.”
“That explains why Pierre has been so happy this weekend. Hey, Roxie.”

She leans down to press a gentle kiss to Charles’ forehead, threading her hands back into his hair and pulling to tilt his head back.

“I was wondering…would you like to show me how pretty you look on your knees for Pierre, baby?”

Charles blushes so hard it disappears down his neck and under his shirt, Roxie winking at him as she stands up and turns around to find Pierre leaning against the doorframe of the ensuite.

“Are you planning on just standing there, or are you going to come over here and kiss me?”
“Petit effronte.”
(Little brat.)

Ruby rolls her eyes and slowly starts undoing the buttons on her blouse, sliding the material slowly off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, smiling a little at Pierre as his eyes bugged out of his head.

“Pourquoi ne venez-vous pas faire quelque chose a ce sujet?”
(Why don’t you come and do something about that then?)

Lando had excitedly told her that he had bought the liqueur chocolates for Roxie, and she’d ruled out Max and Charles, so it wasn’t hard to figure out that the lingerie was from Pierre. Whether it was subconscious or not, Pierre licked his lips as he came over to Roxie and squeezed her hips.

“Merde. You look…can I…can I see the rest?”

Roxie catches Pierre’s hands as he goes for the button on her jeans, giggling softly with a wink.

“Patience, Pierre. Charles is going to help me with that in a moment, but first…”

She lets go of Pierre’s hands to wrap them around his neck, playing with his hair as she kisses him. Pierre threads one hand through Roxie’s hair to tilt her head a little to the side, his other hand wrapped around her waist and pulling her close so he can grind his cock against her hip. Roxie whimpers a little as Pierre bites her bottom lip, running his tongue across her teeth and obliging when she tugs at his t-shirt. Roxie pulls a little harder on Pierre’s hair to separate them, resting their foreheads together as Charles whines softly beside them. She smiles at Pierre and looks down at where Charles is knelt beside them, biting his lip, eyes hungry and a little desperate.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you think we forgot about you?”

She asks him sweetly, winking at Pierre.

“We could never forget about you, Cherie.”

Pierre cups Charles’ jaw, stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. Roxie drops one hand from Pierre’s hair to run it gently through Charles’, closing into a fist at the back of his head and pulling his head up.

“Look at you, so pretty.”

Pierre lets go of Charles to step behind Roxie, both hands on her hips and kissing his way softly from her shoulder to her ear.

“You sound like you have something in mind for tonight, sweetheart. Care to share?”

Roxie drops her head back against Pierre’s shoulder and lets go of Charles’ hair, sliding her hands to his shoulders and stroking his neck with her thumbs.

“Be a good boy and help me with my jeans yeah?”

She turns her head to kiss Pierre again, smiling against his mouth as Charles unbuttons her jeans and sits up a little higher on his knees to kiss her just above the waistband. Roxie curls Charles’ hair around her fingers as he eases her skinny jeans down, Pierre sitting on the end of the bed and watching with a predatory little smile.

“Thank you, Charles. You should go help Pierre with his now.”

Charles smiles at the praise and crawls the short distance to Pierre, settling on his knees between the Frenchman’s legs.

“Hi mon beau.”
“Hi.”
“Ty es si bon pour nous, bebe. Si doux sur tes genoux.”
(You’re being so good for us, baby. So sweet on your knees.)

Pierre tips Charles’ head up with soft fingers on his chin, kissing him firmly then leaning back on his hands to give the younger man room to work. Roxie stands behind Charles and rests her hands on his shoulders, watching Pierre watch the younger man as he undoes his chinos.

“So, I was thinking, that I’d really like to watch you fuck Charles.”

Roxie could feel Charles shiver under her hands, smiling softly at Pierre as he blushed all the way down to his chest.

“Would you like that too, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Pierre, I…I want that.”

Pierre smiles at Roxie and then down to Charles, drinking in the eagerness in his eyes and the slight blush high on Roxie’s cheeks.

“You make it really hard to say no to you.”
“So don’t say no to me then.”
“Alright, my love, I’ll give you what you want. Roxie, sweetheart, why don’t you tell me how you want him.”

Roxie wraps her hand loosely around Charles’ throat, not squeezing, just resting there as she hums under her breath and smiles.

“Hands and knees on the bed, I think. I want to find out what this pretty mouth can do, seeing as we got distracted doing other things in Monaco.”
“He does have a very talented mouth.”
“I’m sure that he does, and I can’t wait to see.”

Charles shifts a little restlessly on his knees, squeezing Pierre’s thighs where his hands are still resting.

“Come on, let’s get you more comfortable, yeah?”

Roxie untangles herself from her jeans and lays down on the bed, moving the pillows around so she can get comfortable against them. Pierre kisses Charles’ forehead and then helps him to his feet, pulling Charles close by his belt loops and kissing him. Charles whimpers into Pierre’s mouth as the Frenchman undoes his jeans and gets a hand on his cock.

“Fuck, you two look so hot together. Knew you would.”
“Tu entends ca, cherie? She thinks you’re hot.”
(You hear that, sweetheart?)

Pierre says hotly in Charles’ ear, biting from his earlobe to his jaw.

“Je suis presque sûr d'avoir dit que vous étiez tous les deux sexy. Charles has too many clothes on though, but you can help him with that can’t you, Pierre?”
(Pretty sure I said you’re both hot.)
“Not sure how I feel about you giving me orders, Roxie.”
“Charles likes it though, don’t you baby?”

The breathy chuckle Charles tries to hide behind a bitten lip is enough of an answer for Roxie and she smiles, winking at Pierre as he rolls his eyes but does as he’s told and pulls Charles’ t-shirt off.

“Charles?”
“Yes, Roxie?”
“Would you like to tell Pierre what I told you back in Monaco?”
“You…you told me a lot of things in Monaco.”

Charles whines softly when Pierre bites his nipple, fisting his hands in the Frenchman’s hair as he drops to his knees and kisses and bites his way down his torso. She’s looking at where Pierre is sliding Charles pants and underwear as she asks.

“Where did I tell you you were pretty?”

Pierre wraps his hand around the base of Charles’ cock, slowly licking from base to tip and jerking him off now the slide is a bit slicker from his spit.

“Oh…you…she told me that I…”

Charles looks down at where Pierre has stopped jerking him off and whimpers, Pierre holding him still with a firm grip on his hip.

“She told you what?”
“That I have a pretty cock. Please Pierre, don’t stop.”
“She’s not wrong. You know where else you’re pretty, baby?”

Pierre replaces his hand with his mouth, Charles keening and doing his best not to buck his hips now Pierre has moved his hands to squeeze at his thighs. He pulls off with a wet pop and gets to his feet, turning Charles around by his shoulders and steering him towards the bed. He gives Charles a not-so-gentle shove onto the bed, Roxie beckoning him towards her with a crooked finger. Charles crawls towards Roxie and she smiles at him, running a hand through his hair and resting it on the back of his neck.

“Hi Sweetheart.”
“Hi.”

Roxie kisses Charles firmly, running her tongue across his teeth and shifting her hand from his neck to his chin to hold him still when she pulls away.

“Are you going to show me what this mouth can do?”
“I haven’t…with a girl in a while but I’ll try.”
“Good boy, I know you will. I believe there was something you were going to say, Pierre?”

Pierre knees his way onto the bed and runs his hands down Charles’ shoulders to his ass, spreading his cheeks with his thumbs.

“You’re pretty here too, with your pretty little pink hole.”

Charles gasps as Pierre spits loudly and messily on his hole and uses his saliva as lube to tease the tip of his index finger and just barely press inside.

“Can you pass me the lube please, Roxie? Its in the draw of the night stand.”
“Of course. You should get naked though, I wanna see you.”

Pierre rolls his eyes but does as he’s told, spitting in his hand and pushing his boxers to mid-thigh and wrapping a hand around himself. Roxie passes him the bottle of lube, licking her lips and giving Pierre an appreciative once over while she plays with Charles’ hair.

“Wow, I guess the rumours I heard about your nickname being Tripod were accurate huh? Does it feel good when Pierre fucks you, baby?”
“Every time.”
“I’ll bet it does. Aren’t you a lucky boy, getting fucked by a nice, big cock. Although, slightly unfortunate for you right now.”
“What…why?

Charles cocks his head with furrowed brows, Roxie winking at Pierre and then smiling at Charles.

“I just mean, you’re not allowed to come until Pierre and I have.”
“But…that…that’s not fair.”
“I never said it was fair, baby. Go on, show me how good you can be for us.”

Roxie softly strokes Charles’ cheek with her knuckles, getting her hand back in his hair and directing him towards her cunt. Pierre giving Charles a few moments to adjust himself onto his knees and elbows, running his hands over Charles’ ass and lower back. He almost shyly kisses Roxie’s hipbone and moves her panties aside, brushing between her lips with his knuckle as he does.

“Well now, isn’t that a lovely view. Don’t tease her, Charles.”
“I don’t think he’s teasing on purpose, you’re a good boy aren’t you?”

Charles doesn’t really get a chance to answer as Pierre leans over him, his hand joining Roxie’s in his hair and pushing him closer until Charles starts to lick. Pierre kisses Roxie, biting her lip a little and trailing kisses down her jaw and neck.

“I know you said that Charles isn’t allowed to come until we have, but are you going to be good and wait for me to come too?”
“It’s cute you think…mm that’s nice Charles…that you’re in charge of me too, Pierre. Come on, I want to see how good Charles is at concentrating on 2 things at once.”

Pierre kisses her again and Roxie whimpers softly as Charles starts properly eating her out, working his tongue in long, firm strokes and sucking her clit. Pierre opens the lube and pours some into his hand, warming it between his fingers and pouring a little more from the bottle directly onto Charles’ ass. Pierre chuckles and holds Charles’ hip with his free hand, pressing one finger into him teasingly slowly.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart, that feels so good.”

There’s satisfaction in Charles’ eyes as he looks up at Roxie, sliding a finger inside her alongside his tongue as Pierre presses two into him. He closes his eyes and whimpers into her cunt as Pierre starts scissoring his fingers, stretching out his hole and teasing his prostate.

“Do you want another one, mon choux?”

Charles lifts his head from where he’s been eating Roxie out, his lips and chin shiny with her wetness and spit and nods, leaning into it as she runs her hand through his hair.

“I think you can ask me better than that.”

He flinches as Pierre slaps his ass, Roxie biting her lip to hide her smile as he blushes furiously.

“Please Pierre. I…I can take it.”
“I know you can, baby. Spit please.”

When Roxie looks away from Charles blushing, she finds Pierre’s hand in front of her face, his eyes dark and a wry smile. She does as she’s been asked and spits in Pierre’s open hand, watching as he adds his own saliva and wraps his spit slick hand around Charles’ cock as he tucks a third finger inside him, Charles shuddering and pushing back on the fingers in his ass to get away from Pierre’s hand on his cock. Charles gets his mouth back on Roxie and muffling his moaning into where she’s dripping, gathering wetness on two of his fingers and pushing those inside her. Roxie tightens her grip on Charles’ hair and pulls, her head falling back as he sucks hard on her clit.

“Fuck, Charles, don’t…don’t stop. Gonna make me come.”

Pierre smirks at Charles’ muffled whine when he pulls his fingers out, soothing him with his clean hand and wiping his other hand on the sheets. He tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth, groaning at the slide of his own hand as he rolls it on and applies more lube. He teases both himself and Charles by nudging behind Charles’ balls and around his hole before slowly pushing in.

“Merde, bébé. Tu te sens si bien, si humide et chaude autour de ma bite.”
(Shit, baby. You feel so good, so wet and warm around my cock.)

He blankets Charles’ body and kisses the back of his neck as he bottoms out, one hand in Charles’ hair to keep his mouth on Roxie and his other hand on Roxie’s knee to keep her from closing her legs. Pierre kisses his way from Roxie’s collarbone to her earlobe, biting softly as she shudders.

“Tu es si belle, Roxie.”
(You are so beautiful, Roxie.)

Charles curls his fingers upwards and drags his teeth lightly over her clit and that’s all it takes, Roxie dragging her fingernails down Pierre’s back and coming with a shout of his and Charles’ names. She pushes Charles off with a fucked out giggle, smiling at the pair of them as Pierre pulls Charles up to his knees and kisses him messily.

“C’mon Pierre, fuck me. Please.”
“I don’t know, I kind of like you desperate, cherie.”

Pierre gently kisses Charles’ neck, one hand on his chest and the other on his waist to keep him still as he ground their hips together.

“Roxie…tell him to…fuck…please.”
“Go on, baby, you’re only teasing both of you now.”

Charles hums softly and turns his head to kiss and bite at Pierre’s throat, wrapping one arm around his neck and pinching his own nipple.

“Pierre…come on. Move.”

He moans into Pierre’s ear, his breath hitching as Pierre stars to move. Pierre sets a slow pace to start, pulling almost all the way out and then fucking back in hard.

“I’m so lucky, getting to see you two like this. You look so good together. Is Pierre making you feel good, bebe?”
“Yes…so, so good. So big and…and deep inside me.”

Roxie giggles softly and shifts onto her knees, kissing Charles’ jaw and cheek, wrapping her hand around his cock and jerking him off in time with Pierre’s thrusts. Charles drops his head onto her shoulder, mouthing wetly at Roxie’s collarbone as she kisses Pierre.

“What about you, Pierre? Does he feel good?”
“He always feels so good wrapped around my cock, always so sweet for me.”

Pierre firms up his grip on Charles’ hips and picks up the pace, Charles whimpering against Roxie’s mouth as she kisses him.

“You should…merde…play…play with his nipples…he…he’s really sensitive.”
“Oh yeah? Thank you, Charles, that’s very helpful.”

Roxie moves out of the way and helps Charles down onto all fours, massaging the back of his neck and pushing a little to encourage him to rest on his elbows instead. Giggling as she rests both of her hands on Pierre’s chest, thumbs just barely grazing his nipples.

“Ces produits sont donc sensibles, n’est-ce pas?”
(So, these are sensitive are they?)

Not giving him a chance to answer her, Roxie thumbs Pierre’s right nipple and licks his left. She sucks gently and looks up at Pierre from under her eyelashes, grazing his nipple with her teeth. Kissing her way across his chest Roxie smiles against Pierre’s skin, teasing his other nipple with her thumb and forefinger.

“You gonna come, Pierre? I wanna see it, wanna see you fill him up so we can make Charles come for us.”
“Fuck, Roxie. Keep talking like that and I will.”
“Good. I want you to. You look so good, Pierre, so powerful and strong, making our sweet boy feel good and make such pretty noises for us. Don’t you want to feel good too?”

She keeps licking, biting and sucking Pierre’s nipples, running a hand down his chest and gently running the tip of her finger across where he and Charles are joined, sliding lower and cupping his balls. Roxie pulls away from Pierre’s chest with a playful bite to his pec, fisting a hand in Charles’ hair and pulling him back onto his knees.

“Go on, Charles, tell him what you want.”
“S’il ti plait, mon cœur, a besoin que vous me remplissiez. Viens en moi.”
(Please, my heart, need you to fill me up. Come inside me.)

Charles clenches around Pierre as Roxie continues her assault on his nipples, smiling against Pierre’s mouth as he pulls her into a kiss.

“Tu sais que tu es aussi jolie que lui, n’est-ce pas?”
(You know you’re just as pretty as he is, right?)

She whispers in Pierre’s ear, biting his earlobe and running a thumb across Pierre’s lips as he shakes apart, thrusting a half dozen times before slamming hard into Charles as he comes with a broken moan.

“You close too, baby? You want to come for us?”

Charles nods, whimpering a little as Pierre wraps one hand around his throat and splays his other hand on his belly. Roxie kisses Charles on the cheek and smiles at him as she drops to all fours. Pierre drops his hand from Charles’ stomach to run it through Roxie’s hair, petting softly as she licks Charles from base to tip and wrapping her lips around the head of his cock.

“You're being such a good girl for me, both of you."

Roxie and Charles both moan at Pierre’s words, in sync, the vibrations from Roxie’s moan making Charles accidentally thrust a little too far down her throat and making her gag.

“Allez, cherie, viens pour nous, oui?”
(Go on, sweetheart, come for us yeah?)

Pierre bites Charles’ neck and presses two fingers into his hole, curling his fingers up and pressing against his prostate. Charles yells Roxie’s name when he comes, Pierre pulling him into a kiss to shut him up. Roxie waits for him to stop shaking before she lets his cock slip from her mouth, winking at Charles as she kisses Pierre over his shoulder.

“Merde. Tu es si sale.”
(Shit, you are so dirty.)
“Tu n'en sais pas la moitié, bébé.”
(You don’t know the half of it, baby.)

She gently strokes Charles’ cheek with the back of her hand, gripping his chin between her thumb and forefinger and kissing him, sharing the last of his taste between them.

“Pierre got to taste so I figured it was only fair if you did too.”

Charles laughs, a little overwhelmed and shakes his head, turning his head to kiss Pierre while Roxie climbs off the bed. She takes her bra off and picks up Pierre’s shirt as she heads to the bathroom, dropping a washcloth into the sink and wetting it with warm water. Pierre and Charles have repositioned themselves when she comes back, Pierre sitting against the headboard with Charles laying in his lap. She cleans them both up and sits on the edge of the bed, smiling softly at Charles and the bottle of water he offers her.

‘”Thanks, Charlie.”
“You’re welcome. Shower then room service?”
“Sounds good to me, love. I’m gonna go shower, so why don’t you two figure out room service?”

She kisses them both and goes back into the bathroom, dropping the washcloth in the sink and rinsing it off before getting in the oversized shower. Charles comes in once Roxie’s finished and dressed and she kisses him on the cheek, curling into Pierre’s side where he’s still sat on the bed.

“How’re you feeling, Pierre?”
“I’m good. I’ve never fucked Charles with anyone else before, but it was definitely fun. Thanks for, you know, going along with my surprise.”
“I’m glad you had fun, it certainly looked like you did. Probably one of the most fun surprises I’ve participated in, even doing what I do for work.”

Pierre puts his arm around Roxie and pulls her closer, running his hand through her hair while she falls asleep against his shoulder.

When Roxie wakes up again, Charles is the one she’s curled up with and she can faintly hear the shower still running.

“Mm, hey pretty boy.”
“You ever going to stop calling me that?”

She smiles at him and sits up, running her hand through his hair when he rests his head on her shoulder.

“Definitely not, especially when it suits you so much. You have a good time tonight?”
“I did, yeah. Pierre’s been talking about tonight all week, but he never mentioned anything about you.”
“He wanted to surprise you, and you looked like you were enjoying yourself. The back of my throat definitely thinks that you did.”
"Oh my god, Roxie, you cannot say things like this!"

Charles flushes bright red and Roxie laughs into his hair, going to make herself a cup of tea while they wait for Pierre to be done so they can order room service and relax.