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Becky had won yet another one of her night races and was now taking her car in for a post race check-up. "Hey Max. Won another one buddy. Man, the speed never gets old!" She says excitedly, getting out of her smoke gray 70' Hemi Cuda "Glad to hear that Beck." Max says, flashing her an adoring smile.

Max always loved Becky's passion for racing. She was 29 and had already been racing for over a decade. But he loved her even more. She had big blue eyes and long chestnut brown hair that was full of volume. She looked particularly sexy this night, with her black sneakers, cut off jean shorts, t-shirt and dark gray racing jacket.

The racing jacket had red trim on the sleeves and shoulders, Max didn't know why this added something to her sex appeal but it did. "Could you give her I good look over before I drive her home?" Becky asked. "Sure thing hun." Max replied. "Great. Thanks Max. I think I'm gonna take a little walk to unwind." said the young woman. "You go ahead. I should have're checked in 30 to 45. He said, smiling again.

Max used this time to attach a little device he concocted to Becky's car. Then he went and found the muscle relaxers he still had from that time he hurt his back. As he poured the crushed content into a mug full of beer he thought, You're going to be glad I put that device on, when you try and drive home after drinking this honey.

Becky returns sometime later and Max puts his plan into action. "She hums like a humming bird Beck." he says, casually, throwing her the keys. "Say, before you go how bout a celebratory drink?" he ask. "Sure." She answered.

About a half hour later...

"Well Max, I think I better be heading home. This one beer seems to have gone to my head. I am such a lightweight." Becky says, getting up carefully. "Are you sure you'll be ok to drive home?" Max inquires, secretly hoping his beautiful fox will be her usual stubborn self. "Sure I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." She replies smiling. With that Becky gets in her car and drives away.

Max quickly goes to his laptop and opens it. Hitting a few keys, an HD shot of Becky driving pops up. He has a clear view of her face and is looking forward to the show. He puts his hands on the keyboard, ready to takeover control of the vehicle when the girl's motor functions begin to falter.

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Becky is driving down the road, when she notices her eyes getting heavy. "Whoa Beck, you can't go to sleep right now. You still have to drive home." she says to herself, lifting her drooping eyelids. And this was true, she had over an hour drive. Now was not the time to be getting sleepy. However, the tiredness just would not go away. She was really having to fight herself.

Soon her head began to relax and tries to loll, as the road in front of her became almost a dream. Becky catches her head dipping and jerks it. "Ohhh... whasss wrrrong wiiith me... I shhhouldn't be thiiis tirrred..." She is getting extremely fatigued and sleepy. She peers into her rear view mirror and sees her eyes roll a few times, as she gazes up at her own sleepy face.

She suddenly notices the car drifting toward the shoulder and does her best to correct it. It seemed the more she fought her sleepiness the worse it got.

Becky's eyes have closed without her realizing it. She registers locks of her hair falling onto her cheek, as her head tilts and her chin sags against her chest and shoulder. At that second, she breaks out of her doze. Alarmed, Becky resolves to straighten her head and snap out of it. She had to make it home.

But the call of sleep wore on for the young racer and was quickly making her eyes want to roll again. She was getting so tired and disoriented. The fact that she was even driving was getting lost on her. Becky felt her eyelids close and lifted her eyebrows to try and reopen them but she could not. Her sleepy hands barely have a grip on the steering wheel. She gets her eyes to barely open and mumbles. "Come on Becky... yyooo hhhavvve toooo sstay... Her eyes close again before she can finish her thought.

Becky slowly drifts into a kind of twilight sleep, still hearing the car's motor humming. Her body melts into the seat totally comforted, with her head quickly following suit and turning to the side. The sweet girl never feels her hands slide off the steering wheel...

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Max thoroughly enjoyed watching Becky pass out from his laptop. He had taken control of her vehicle during her second drowsy period, when she was too out of it to notice the change. He drove the car back to the garage via remote control, with Becky slumbering soundly inside. It is almost like a video game. he thought.

He then opened the Cuda's driver's side door and turned Becky's sweet face towards him. She looked so beautiful sleeping away. He starts to scoop her from the car as she begins to murmur. Her eyes open into half conscious slits, while she tries to lift her head. "Mmmmnnnn... whasss goiiing?... "Hhhuuuh..." The girl's eyes roll back and she falls unconscious again before he can respond.

Her head now hangs limp. That gorgeous body feels heavy, almost needy in Max's arms.

He sits his dream girl on a couch in the back room of the shop, letting her head fall back. Then he goes and retrieves his specialty made ice cubes. He starts his fun by rubbing his hands on Becky's chest and stomach. First through the t-shirt she is wearing and then up underneath it. Then he picks up a cube and slides it down her neck, to her cleavage, all the way down to her belly.

The ice leaves trails of water wherever it goes, moistening her smooth tanned skin. Eventually the cool dampness begins to stir her. This is where the special property of the cubes come in.

As she starts to moan again, Max holds a cube close to Becky's mouth and begins speaking tenderly to her. Does that feel good honey? Here, suck on this for a minute, it will make you feel good. " With her brain being on sleepy mode, she easily obeys. "Mmmmnnnn... nnniiicemmmmnnnn..." she slurs.

The thing about these cubes is that they have been laced with sedative.

Max watches as Becky's lips latch on to the ice and start treating it like hard candy. Gradually they slow in their function. Her eyes start to glaze over and then roll back white with drowsiness, Her head turns, making her mouth fall away from the cube. Her lovely eyelids are fluttering, she is almost out but not quite.

He begins to rag doll Becky like she were his plaything, making her heavy head fall on his shoulder multiple times because he likes the experience. The sensation of her hair bushing his skin, the weight of her limpness against him. He then lifts the drowsy beauty away from him and gazes into her face. Her eyes are still a drugged rolling white and her jaw is slack.

Becky groans as Max gingerly removes her racing jacket, then her shirt and so on. All while trying to keep her soothed and comfortable. He is surprised to see she is wearing no undergarments. Her head is bobbing every which way and her long moans eventually turn to mumbling's. "Mmmmm... Mmmax?... Ww-wha?..." "Oh no Beck, don't wake up yet." Max says, grabbing a cloth that is pre sprayed with ether.

He places the cloth over the young woman's face. Soon her slurs dissolve back into groans and her big beautiful eyes lose any recognitions, lazily retreating back behind her closing eyelids, rendering her limp and silent once more. "Thata girl Rebecca, just sleep sweetheart."

Max spends the next few minutes dancing and rag dolling the unconscious beauty. Letting her head flop around limply and making her naked warm form rub against his, stirring his hormones. Then he sets her back down and redresses Becky in a silk nightgown that she had once left here after working on the Cuda late one night. After doing this, he drives her to his house, to sleep it off.

In the house, He puts his sleeping beauty to bed very carefully, stroking her face lovingly before leaving. He then goes down and does a little damage to the Cuda's front end to give credence to his cover story.

The next morning, Becky wakes up still a little groggy and lumbers to the kitchen. Upon seeing her, Max exclaims, "Oh Rebecca, thank goodness you're ok, I found your car crashed. You didn't look hurt so I brought you here since it was closer. Don't worry will fix your ride." Becky looks at him curiously, almost with sleepy wonder. "Max, I had the weirdest dream about you and me last night. I kinda liked it."