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When word hit the paddock that Valentina Rossi had willingly hired a stylist, shock spread throughout. See Dorna, in hopes of making all of that more brand-friendly, had hired different stylists (On their own dime, no less) for Valentina.
She had made the first two cry within their first week, and both had quit by week two. The third one, the one Dorna had the most hope for as a former assistant to Anna Wintour, within the first meeting with Valentina had she cried and stormed out of their meeting before Valentina had even finished her mandarin.
After that, they stopped trying.
So imagine everyone’s surprise when Valentina turned up to the 2006 gala, in a wrinkle free purposely oversized suit, hair freshly buzzed (it was even this time!) and bleached (It didn’t even look yellow this time!) singing the praise of her new stylist, Casey Stoner, to each reporter who asked who she was wearing “Allore, I am not too sure, you see Casey has the eye for this not me. That is why they pay me for the bikes and I pay her for this.” While she may still look like a dyke, Dorna knew not to look a gifted horse in the mouth; maybe this Casey could even get her in a floor-length dress! Or just a dress! So Casey gets all the paddock passes she pleases, officially becoming a part of Valentina’s entourage, much like Uccio; she had yet to miss a race all season, and Valentina had only been seen in a wrinkled shirt once so far.
But if anyone bothered to do a background check, one might find out Casey was a 21-year-old who did not have any experience in fashion or terrorist negotiations, but rather an incomplete Bachelor of Psychology that she was one semester short of finishing at the University of Queensland and not much else.
But she looked the part, dirty blonde hair that reaches just below her shoulders always brushed out or done up, knowledge of how to do her eyeliner and makeup in a way that doesn’t wash her out and designer kitten heels and sunglasses (Thanks to Valentina’s credit card). So no one really asked follow-up questions.
Which Casey is very grateful for she doesn’t know how to explain that all she really does is iron stuff (Or just shove Valentina in one of her clean shirts) and is just able to sense when Valentina is getting the bleach and hair dye out in the early hours of the morning meaning Casey is always ready to either take the bleach and dye away from her or just do it for her.
But for how they ended up here, that story starts during the summer of ‘06. That summer in between her yearly Ibiza trip (And her yearly fuck with Sete) and actually getting back to training she had some commitments in Rome, Dorna sending her out on press duties to get the good people to spend their good money to see if someone one, one of the boys, could beat the bone fide phenomenon that was Valentina Rossi, flash in the pan some had called her, she’d win a championship for each of them.
No matter how much Uccio had to drag her and get her there on time, in the end, it had been worth it. Since afterwards, when they were out smoking the day away. A cute-looking Australian in a tank top that was just ill-fitting enough that it squeezed her tits together in a way that just made Valentina want to motorboat them, public setting be damned.
The best part was that the poor busty blonde tourist had no clue who Valentina was. See, Casey here was on holiday all the way from Australia, and she had lost her friends and they were meeting at this one cafe, but Casey could not find the cafe, and she heard them speaking Italian mixed in with some English swear words, and she was really hoping that they knew where the cafe was. She said that all in one breath, which was quite impressive even if Uccio had to keep bumping on Valentina's shoulder to remind her that Casey’s eyes were not on her tits.
But after all that, how could they just give Casey directions? For all they know, she could get lost again, and there were far worse Italians out there, Casey could bump into like Max Biaggi. So Valentina (Much to Uccio’s annoyance) offered to walk Casey to the cafe, and if she takes the longer way to keep flirting with Casey, then so be it. Through that, she finds out that poor Casey is fifth wheeling this trip. Originally, the trip was meant to be three couples, but then Casey’s piece of shit, blind to the sight that was in front of him, boyfriend (Valentina’s words not Casey's) dumped her a week before the trip. Leaving her alone to suffer with two loved-up couples, who did not care about her feelings, really, her time with Valentina and Uccio had been the most fun she had so far, even if Valentina took them on an hour-long detour to reach said café.
Clearly, it was meant to be! Even if Casey doesn’t seem to pick up on any of Valentina's innuendos and pick-up lines, her eyes do keep glancing to Valentina’s midriff, low-waisted jeans and boxers on display. Each time Valentina catches her, she diverts her eyes, a red blush spreading across her face. Maybe she just needed some time? Maybe she just needed Valentina to show her she could want this.
Anyway Valentina is out of side streets to make them walk down and sadly has to return Casey to her friends. Where the dumb shit boyfriends do recognised her and waste oxygen asking her if she really did fuck Mick Doohan for her Honda seat, Valentina just ignore them even more annoyed that Casey tries to apologies for them. She brushes it off and simply tells her she can make it up to her by visiting her during the British GP, since they were due to be there at the same time anyway.
Valentina wants to see her again, even if she has to bring the troublesome foursome of her travel group with her. Casey seems unsure, but on the promise of paddock passes, dumb shit boyfriend 1 and 2 have agreed, and their bimbo girlfriends go along with what they say, and finally Casey agrees. Valentina hugs her (and only her), quickly kisses Casey’s cheek before Uccio can pull her away. She looks back and sees Casey blushing again, her friends are none the wiser.
Two weeks later, when they arrive at Silverstone, the paddock passes as promised are waiting for them.
Yet only Casey’s had a small note, handwritten with instructions on how to reach and get into Valentina’s motorhome for her and only her to follow. It doesn’t take long for Casey to lose the group Jasmine and Grace had been drinking beforehand, and neither of their boyfriends would give a second look if Casey disappeared. So one flimsy excuse later, and Valentina is welcoming her into the motorhome, wrapping long fingers around her neck, beckoning her inside, they nearly trip on last night's beer bottles, and Casey all but falls into Valentina’s chest, for a moment she just stays there, and for a moment everything feels alright. When she goes to apologise for basically nuzzling into her tits, jumping away from her, Valentina just shushes her, ruffles her hair and tells her it is fine. Casey's brain goes offline.
Every moment Valentina isn’t on the bike or in meetings, she’s spending time with Casey, and Casey didn’t realise how good someone could look in leathers until Valentina to drops in the chair next to her, unzips her leathers showing off her sports bra and abs, she may be bony but her muscles were well defined, especially through her mesh underlayer.
Casey wonders what it would feel like to run her tongue over it, getting her teeth caught in the mesh and being forced to look up at Valentina begging, pleading with her eyes for Valentina to help her. Casey blinks. She has no clue where that came from. She shifts in her seat, thighs rubbing together. If she could get her pelvis slightly higher, maybe she could get some friction on her cunt, maybe then she could feel normal.
“Everything okay, Casey?” Valentina is whispering right next to her ear, leaning in closer than she needs to. Casey swallows hard “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be.?” Valentina giggles, never pulling back “You just seem a bit hot.” Thankfully, before Casey can make a total ass of herself, Valentina finally gives her personal space back, pulling back, “On Monday after the race, you should let me show you around. I am legally speaking a local. Only you, though.”
Casey nods. On one hand, she’s glad to get a break from her friends, but on the other hand, she doesn't know what Valentina could bring out of her if she’s left alone “Why not the others?” Valentina laughs, already zipping up her leathers. Uccio has her helmet ready. She smiles, baring all teeth, “My bike only has room for one other person.” Casey thinks she might pass out on the spot. Valentina is already back on the bike as Casey starts to wonder what her life is becoming.
On Monday, after they whizzed around London with Casey clinging onto Valentina for dear life. Valentina learns how flexible Casey is, and Casey learns that girls were an option who could make her cum more than once in a blue moon (Four times, Valentina counted).
The next morning, Casey cancelled her flight home, informing Jasmine and Grace that she enjoyed the UK more than she thought and would be staying longer. They believed her as she was lying through her teeth like she wasn’t on a flight back to Italy already. Jasmine’s boyfriend is likely going to propose soon, and that was a far more pressing matter.
All of that is the story of how Casey ends up here in 2007, stumbling down the stairs finding Valentina making coffee, they have a week off before the next race, everything should be normal but it’s not because Valentina is wearing one of Casey’s hoodies, that's not unheard off, Valentina was a magpie when it came to Casey’s clothes. But the hoodie she currently has on even Casey hasn’t seen in years because Valentina is somehow wearing Casey’s Year 12 hoodie.
It’s a dark blue hoodie, the name of her high school and the tagline of 2003 seniors is faded with some of the lettering chipping off with time, most of the white lettering is also yellowing slightly but more importantly the lettering is being stretched across Valentina’s chest and while Casey was the busty of the two, the way the hoodie clings to a braless Valentina is perfect.
At the time, so many of her friends had given her shit for ordering it a size bigger than needed. After all, didn’t she want to show off her figure? She hadn’t wanted that. She wanted people to talk about how she kicked a footy goal rather than how her tits and hips looked. She didn’t care about that stuff everyone told her she’d find the right guy at some point; she didn’t believe them.
She had been more focused on spending time with Bella, a fiery redhead who moved up from Adelaide, a new friend who made her laugh and was willing to always kick a footy with Casey, make-up be damned. But then Bella got a boyfriend, and Casey wasn’t jealous. To prove it, she got a boyfriend as well. Matt. Who was fine; he was nearby and mostly understood hygiene. Her parents liked him, friends did too, Casey thought he was fine too until he dumped her a week before Europe. It was fine, Valentina was far better and could actually find her clit. But none of that matters now, since while the hoodie had bunched up on Casey with too much fabric, it clung to Valentina in all the best ways, especially in how it sits just above her hips.
“Everything okay, Casey?” Valentina says as if she were wearing a normal piece of clothing, like she was asking about the weather, not if Casey was going to be able to shut her mouth to stop the flies from coming in. “Where did you get that from?” Valentina looks at her big blue eyes, looking at her without a thought in those eyes, like this wasn’t perfectly planned down to the second. She grabs at the hoodie as if she’s seeing it for the first time, “Oh, this?” Casey nods, not quite trusting her voice, “It must have been in one of the boxes your parents shipped down.”
Casey knows that has to be a lie because since she finished Year 12, that hoodie had been sitting in a drawer covering her emergency cigarettes for when being perfect felt too much. Her mother would’ve called if she found those.
Valentina is lying; she had found and stolen the hoodie (and cigarettes) when they had been visiting Casey’s childhood home. After all, her parents were curious about why someone like Valentina, who had all the money and all the connections, had hired Casey of all people as her stylist.
Valentina had told the truth, sipping on the lukewarm wine, “Casey is undeniable; I couldn't let her slip through my fingers.” That seem to placate Casey’s mother as Casey’s father moved onto asking if Valentina had set Casey up with any of the other (male) riders, as if not even thirty minutes ago Valentina hadn’t fingerbang Casey in the bathroom to the point she had to stuff toilet paper in Casey’s mouth to stop Casey’s family from hearing just how much of a valued employee Casey was.
Uccio covered for them by pretending to be interested in a conversation about a strange man named Peter Costello. Uccio never questioned her friendship with Valentina until that moment. Thankfully, soon after they re-entered and the conversation quickly changed subjects, and their friendship was saved.
“No, no, you don’t want sweet Casey dating those dirty riders, pigs the lot of them.” Under the table, Valentina's hand is clinging to Casey’s thigh at the mere notion that someone could take her away from her. Casey is so grateful her family takes Valentina's touchiness as a European quirk rather than full of desires that would send Casey’s Nana to the grave.
Anyway, after that, Valentina had been given full roam of the house and just so happened to stumble into Casey’s childhood room, and just so happened to find the hoodie she’d only seen in photos, took one look at it and decided this was hers now, stuffed it in her bag and waited for the perfect day. Which just so happened to be today, where they had nothing else booked
“Sure.” Valentina smiles as Casey's eyes keep wandering around the lettering. Bella had borrowed it once; she was cold and had forgotten her own. Casey gave it to her and thought that it felt right; it certainly felt better than how Matt would kiss her neck. She got that same feeling now as Valentina potters around the kitchen, making coffee just the way they both like. She feels content.
But then Valentina turns around reaching for one of the mugs and Casey is reminded what’s on the back of that hoodie, alongside the names of people she will never talked to again fashioned into the 03 on the back just above it “STONER” is written across the back in big bold lettering and just like that Casey goes from this feels to right to Valentina needs to be reminded that her touch is the only touch she ever needs. If she was going to wear her last name like Casey owns her, then Casey was going to touch her like she owns her.
Without saying another word, Casey storms over the kitchen to Valentina, who still has her back turned. While out of the two of them, Valentina was taller, lanky and all around just long; she was also lean, a need of the job, allowing her to play on one of the rare advantages her gender offered her. But Casey had more muscle out of the two. She didn’t always, but Valentina, pent up on season-related stress, loved nothing more than for Casey to hold her down and let her thrash like a woman possessed, while Casey either fucked or fingered her, so really it was necessary for her to improve her upper body strength.
Besides, now Casey could reap the reward easily, throwing the unsuspecting Valentina over her shoulder in a sudo fireman carry “Casey!” She shrieks like this isn’t exactly what she wanted, Casey doesn’t stay a word just keeps walking over to the stairs and up into her bedroom, Valentina tries to kick and hit her way out of the hold yet she never puts enough power into it to actually get Casey to drop her “The coffee, the coffee will go cold!” she pleads, Casey snorts “You have enough money to buy more beans.”
Casey dumps her on their still unmade bed. Sometimes they would put a towel down, but after last night, the sheets needed a wash anyway. Valentina takes a moment to nest the pillows around her just the way she likes to support her shoulders and upper back, placing one close to her neck in case she wants something to scream into, not like there were any neighbours nearby to hear them. Casey helps by sliding one pillow under her hips, which Valentina raises willingly, even as she pouts, “I want my coffee first.” Casey throws her shirt off “You know how I get without m-” Valentina shuts up the moment she sees Casey’s tits. Sometimes, she could just be so predictable. “Mmm, that’s what I thought.” Casey slots herself between Valentina’s legs, which spread to make space for her.
She leans down and pulls Valentina up by the hoodie’s strings, worn and weathered with time, once worn by a girl who Casey didn’t know anymore. But the girl who was wearing it now looks spellbinding in it, and just like she did that night in London, she kisses Casey like she matters, like she was the only girl worthy of her touch. Maybe she was.
They pull apart, Valentina looks proud of herself, confirming this was all apart of some grand plan “Shut up,” Casey is looking to wipe that smirk off her face “I didn’t say anything,” Valentino’s voice goes high at the end as Casey starts rubbing her face on the fabric if she gets her nose right onto the fabric she can still smell the CK one she wore religiously in high school, when they were in Year 7 someone had said that it would keep the boys away. Casey never dropped the habit.
When she moves her hand down, slipping them under the hoodie to start rubbing small circles on Valentina’s hip bones, just enough to get her shifting in bed, it helps to get her to start begging faster. But then Casey feels it, lace under her fingers, she pauses, resting her head on Valentina’s stomach just to take a moment rubbing more circles confirming that cool, thin lace was under her fingers, it felt so different from the materials of her boxers that were often a size or two. big leaving some fabric to pool on her hips.
In her shock, Valentina has started playing with Casey’s hair, clearly amused that despite knowing each other for over a year, she still can get Casey’s brain to go offline like the day they first met and so many others that followed.
Casey lifts her head up, slowly moves her body down the bed, allowing herself to come face to face with Valentina’s cunt, while allowing Valentina enough time to untangle her fingers from her hair, she still pulls at it, like Casey is going to war rather than just to the end of the bed. When Casey looks down, she sees it. Valentina is wearing little red lace panties, alongside the hoodie, the hoodie which had Casey's last name plastered across the back. Little lace panties, which have so little fabric on them, Valentina’s bush pokes out. She didn’t really know how much she could love the feeling of bush rubbing on her nose and cheeks while tongue deep in a girl, but once again, Valentina taught her a lot both about herself and the world.
“Jesus Christ,” Casey says right at the offending fabric. “Actually, I prefer Valentina or Vale, but that’s mainly for enemies and cute girls between my legs.” Sometimes Casey would bite back with a bitch comment trading bar or bar but sometimes the greatest revenge wasn’t with words but it was with actions so without any warning Casey likes her tongue across the lace for her the sensation is a lot the lace is kinda itchy on her tongue but for Valentina the cold lace mixed with Casey wet tongue hitting her cunt for the brief moments “Merda!” it gives her a taste of what she wants “Again, again,”
No, please, no thank you, just demands, but with how breathy it is, Casey knows how close she is to getting Valentina to use her manners, so she licks the bit of bare skin just under Valentina’s hip joint, terribly close to her cunt, but never touching. Valentina starts complaining, “No, no, not there.” She whines out pathetically, tries to move her legs around Casey to force her to reach the right spot, that spot and mixed with Casey’s speed could make her vision go hazy. But Casey doesn’t let go, but rather moves her hands off her hips and onto Valentina's ankles, keeping her legs spread and keeping her pleasure for Casey and Casey alone to control. After a couple of minutes of licking and sucking in every place but the one that Valentina wanted, and Valentina groans of displeasure and impatience turn to whines of pleasure, but still with that undertone of impatience because while it was still Casey’s lips and tongue on her, Casey’s lips and tongue were not where she wanted them to be.
Until finally she cracks, “Please, Casey, please,” is finally whined out. Casey looks up, resting her head on Valentina’s pelvis and sees how the hoodie’s hood is slightly covering her face, likely hiding the tears that were filling her eyes. For most of her life, Valentina had gotten everything she had wanted, so when anyone denied her, especially when Casey denied her, she fell apart rather quickly.
Casey leans up carefully, balancing them pelvis to pelvis, still teasing on the potential that Casey at any point during this conversation could grind down, helping Valentina feel good. She doesn’t. She slides her hand under Valentina’s head the buzz cut slightly grown out upon Casey’s request, it didn’t have to get as long as her hair but Casey just wanted enough something to grab onto when Valentina was being a brat (more times than not), in return Casey had agreed to stop waxing her bush Valentina had been overjoyed the first time she went down on Casey and could feel hair tickling her nose. But Valentina’s hair still wasn’t enough for a good tug, but she did lift her hand up, forcing Valentina to show her those big wet blue eyes "Beautiful" She marvels.
Valentina pouts, “Casey, please wanna feel good. I did all this just so you would make me feel good” Casey just laughs, “Bastard knew you planned this.” She pouts, “It worked, didn’t it?” Casey clicks her tongue, playing up her accent in the way only Valentina likes “Has it? Haven’t fucked you yet, love,”
“Casey!” There was the brat she loved. Casey kisses Valentina to shut her up, making sure to catch her lips in her teeth, at least once or twice. When she pulls back, she calmly states, voice maybe a little flat, “I’m going to grab the strap on, the red one, and when I get back those panties better be off.” Just before she let Valentina’s head drop back, she adds, “On your stomach too, or you don’t get fucked at all.” Normally, Casey liked to see Valentina and her eyes, but today she wanted to see her own last name staring back at her. The moment she drops her hand and releases her hold over her hips, Valentina is working at light speed; it's only fair that Casey does the same.
In everything she had done over the past year, putting a harness on faster than an F1 pit stop was the most surprising, but then again, Casey could never imagine living in Italy working as a ‘stylist’ and having a world champion in her bed wasn’t in the plans. Nor was having a custom-made harness designed to Casey’s measurements on that list, but when you have the money and taste of Valentina, the world just works in the funniest of ways. With ease, Casey kicked off her underwear, replaced it with the harness, picked the bright red dildo and slid it into place.
But the time she turns back to Valentina, who is lying on her stomach proudly shoving her ass in the air, fully putting herself on display for Casey, the lace panties are thrown onto one of the bed posts like a flag. She could tease about that, but she doesn’t because here, even more so than in the kitchen, Valentina is branded with “STONER” at the top of her back, and Casey has to ravage her for looking this good. With a loud slap to her ass, Casey makes herself known. Valentina moans, if Casey could sell a sound, it wouldn’t be that one, she was selfish and wanted to keep it all to herself.
So rather she comments, voice dropping low, “That’s my good girl.” Valentina tries to hide that moan in the pillow “Come on, baby, you want to show off to everyone that you're mine, you might as well let them hear you too.” She lines up “Let them hear the slut I tamed.” She slams into her and just as she’s told, Valentina moans with her full chest, keeps moaning as Casey keep slamming into her with a relentless pace, she knows she should also start playing with Valentina’s clit she could never seem to cum quickly with out it but for now Casey was more than content to keep fucking into her feeling good but never letting her cumming.
Rather, she was using her fingers to trace her own last name like she was trying to imprint it on her skin, so the next time Valentina felt the need to show some skin before a race or on the podium, everyone would see Casey’s last name. See that the only person to ever put Valentina on her knees wasn’t the other riders but her and her alone.
“Fuck, Casey, you’re so fucking big, like being cut in half.” Casey knew what Valentina was doing. She was trying to feed into Casey’s ego to prime her into doing what she wants, which today, like most other times, is getting her fingers to rub her clit while pounding into her so she can come hard and fast. Sometimes it works. Today it wouldn’t. Casey had bigger things running around her head.
So when Valentina starts whining, pleading, “And I just know it would feel even better I-” Before she is able to finish that thought Casey is grabbing the front of Valentina’s throat with her right hand, not squeezing just applying enough pressure to force Valentina’s head back and keep her in place either as she tries to break Casey’s hold. While Casey keeps her left hand on the bed so she can balance herself while still slowly fucking into her, her voice rough under a haze of lust, “Ya know, when we get married you should take my last name.”
Despite the fact that Valentina is gasping for air, she still tries to argue back, “You know, legally we canno-” Casey makes a point of slamming into her, hitting her g-spot “Mmmm babe, you’re Valentina Rossi, I’m sure they would make an exception. But” She pulls back then counts to three before sliding into again slowly so Valentina can feel every moment of her dick pushing into her, Point being you should take my last name, come on Valentina Stoner sounds nice right?”
“But my brand.” Leave it to Valentina to talk about her branding even in bed. Casey just coos, “Ah, come on now, Stoner your 2007 MotoGP Champion, it’s got a nice ring to it.” Even Valentina’s neck is squirming at this point, so desperate for a release yet still not sweet, never sweet, “But, Rossi your 2007 MotoGP Champion, is just how it shou-” Casey squeezes her neck just for a second just to cut her off.
Then she drops her hold completely on Valentina's neck, allowing her to fall face-first onto the pillow. Not that Valentina has time to complain or even catch her breath because Casey finally starts fucking into Valentina and rubbing her clit.
And finally, in a haze of moans and pants and Casey’s name falling from her lips, Valentina cums when Casey slams into her one final time. A few moments later, with one last thrust, Casey pants out, “Fuck Vale,” as she falls onto Valentina's back to catch her breath. Another thing she had learned about herself is that so long as she positioned the harness in just the right way, that it would brush against her cunt, and the sounds that would pour out of Valentina were so perfect, so beautiful, it was enough to get her to cum nearly untouched because that was the power Valentina had over her.
After around three minutes, Valentina flicks her back up, forcing her to fall to the mattress, clearly no longer wanting to support Casey’s full weight “Brat,” Valentina just shrugs, as if to say if the shoe fits, it’ll be a minute before she would regain control over the English language. Casey takes a moment to take off the harness, flicking it onto the floor; she’d clean it later with the rest of their sex stuff.
She pulls the covers over both of them as she comments, “I’m not getting that hoodie back. Am I?” Valentina snorts, wrapping herself around Casey like a squid now more than content to let their coffee grow cold “Do you want it back?” Casey thinks about the shadow of a person she was in high school, the ghost of who others wanted her to be, even that hadn’t been enough for her ‘friends’ to stay.
She shakes her head, “Nah.” Valentina is already closing her eyes. They’ll be in here until noon now, “I’ll give you one of my old Honda one’s with my name on it, then we call it even?”
“Sure.” Valentina doesn’t need to know that Casey is more than content with this; no hoodie could match the feeling of having her in her arms. Never one for a nice moment or peace and quiet, Valentina has to ask, “Do you still have the uniform? I feel like we should see how I look in that. Or you! You never show me any photos from that time.” Casey groans, “Vale! That is gross!” Valentina is cackling, “That wasn’t a no!”
While laughing, Casey says, “It wasn’t a yes!” Slowly, the laughter fades as they both drift into sleep, and Casey is content, but more importantly, Casey is confident that this is the life and love she deserves.