F1 drivers were probably some of the wealthiest people on the planet. Getting paid millions of dollars a year to drive cars that would never be allowed on the street. Some drivers saved that money, others bought jets and yachts, and others invested it. You on the other hand were more business like with your money.

With your money you’d opened up a few businesses under your name. All of which were popular and big money makers. One in particular being your private club in Monaco. It was top of the line and had lines out to the door to get into it. Many of your fellow drivers even went.

Being the owner, you had your own private booth, and probably the most popular person in the building whenever you were there. Women came up to you a lot, but you didn’t mind. It was the perks of being an F1 driver.

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The season had finished about a month ago and you were taking the time to relax and have fun. So you found yourself at your club, sitting in your private booth. Two women sat on either side of you. You sat casually drinking and enjoying the music.

Suddenly you heard some footsteps and looked up to see a few of your fellow drivers. Max, Carlos, Charles, Oscar, and a few others. You raised a brow at them, it wasn’t often they’d visit your club.

“You just gonna stare at us or invite us in?” Max teased, the other chuckled. Before you knew it they all managed to cram into your booth.