Everyone stopped and stared when the fancy car pulled into the garage. We usually didn’t see such high-end vehicles — at least we hadn’t during my short stint there. I’d only been working at that auto repair shop for about a month.

I poked up my head to get a better look at the car. It was a luxury European job. Pretty to look at, but those engines could be trouble. Then again, if you had the money to buy a car like that in the first place, repair bills probably weren’t your worry.

The other mechanics were snickering. I saw a woman exit the vehicle. She moved with deliberate grace, almost like royalty stepping out of a carriage. She was dressed to the nines in an expensive outfit, and she radiated a grandness, a regality.

I didn’t know why everyone was laughing. She was certainly hot and had an unmistakably sexy figure.

The garage manager hurried over to her, practically dropping to one knee. She offered an aristocrat’s smile and spoke quietly to him, gesturing once to her automobile.

Suddenly, I noticed a couple of the old hands at the garage pointing at me and chuckling. What the hell? Was I about to be singled out for something bad?

The manager waved me over and said, “I want you to take care of Ms. H’s vehicle, Les.”

Ms. H was wearing a chic pair of sunglasses. With one finger, she tugged them down the bridge of her aquiline nose.

“Les?” she asked with a quiver of amusement in her tone.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.

“You needn’t ma’am me. I’m 27.”

Needn’t I?I thought sarcastically. But I kept my mouth shut and turned my attention to her engine. It was a typical fancy car problem. I’d straighten it out in less than an hour.

While I worked, the snickering and pointing continued. I was starting to get really annoyed at the guys. But I also kept sneaking looks at Ms. H. She strolled around the premises, her strides graceful and unhurried. As much as I might be put off by her general haughtiness, I was growing more and more attracted to her. By the time I had the motor sorted out, my dick was halfway hard in my oily overalls.

She settled the bill with the manager, then turned to me.

“Les, I’d like to test drive it. Would you mind accompanying me? I’d like your professional opinion about how the auto is handling.”

I looked questioningly to my manager, but he was already shooing me toward the car. Apparently, Ms. H merited preferential treatment.

“I should change out of these dirty overalls first,” I said to her.

“No need. The upholstery is black. Come along, Les.”

I felt eyes on me as I got in. Some part of me felt like I’d just fallen into a trap. The other part was glad to be spending some solo time with this hot, intriguing woman. Silly fantasies danced through my head as she drove us out of the garage.

The seats were indeed black and expensive leather. Dutifully, I listened to the engine. It was purring along just fine.

“It sounds good to me, Ms. H.”

“Rebecca.”

“OK. Rebecca.”

She kept driving, and I realized she was taking me somewhere. She glanced sidelong at me, a sultry smile curling her lips.

“You’re a handsome man, Les.”

“Thanks.” I paused a moment before venturing further. “You’re a very attractive woman, Rebecca.”

“Yes, I am.” We had entered a ritzy residential neighborhood. “And you probably want to fuck me. In fact, I know you do.” She looked pointedly at my crotch. The overalls weren’t hiding my hard-on very well.

My mouth went dry. Was I supposed to give in to her seduction — if this was a seduction — or was I supposed to resist? My job might be hanging in the balance.

Before long, she pulled into a long driveway. The house was huge, almost a mansion. She turned to me and said, “You’re clearly a fine mechanic, Les. You’ve fixed my car. Now I would like a tune-up as well. Will you service me?”

There was no way I could resist her proposition. I hopped out of the vehicle and followed her into the house. The decor was lavish, but I barely noticed it as I trailed after her through rooms and corridors until we arrived at a luxurious bedroom. The mattress was monstrous, the carpet thick. The house seemed empty.

I looked self-consciously at my hands. They were oily, my fingernails black crescents.

“Uh, I should wash up.”

She spun and barked, “Don’t you dare!”

Her pretty face was flushed. She undid a single catch, and her whole chic outfit fell away at once. Her nude body was beautiful — high, tight tits, flat belly, flared hips and a shaved pussy.

She stepped toward me, where I stood stunned. My cock was practically busting out of my work clothes.

“I want your dirty hands on me!”

Well, what could I do? I lifted my hands toward her gorgeous rack. I hesitated, but only for a second, then I was groping her tits, squeezing them with my soiled hands as she moaned. She looked down to see the grimy marks I was leaving on her succulent flesh, and she moaned even louder. Apparently, she really got off on a grease monkey like me feeling her up.

“Get your fucking clothes off,” she

ordered.

I hurried to comply. It occurred to me that I was still on the clock. But then again my manager had sent me off with this woman. I was, in a sense, still servicing the client. Still, I liked the idea of getting paid while I pawed her tits.

When I was naked, with my cock sticking out like a steel rod, I had another self-conscious flash. I’d been working all day in the hot shop. I stank of sweat, and my hair was stiff with it.

But Rebecca obviously liked it dirty. She took hold of my cock, and her touch sent shivering thrills through me. She jerked me expertly. I fixated on the smear marks I’d left on her.

Emboldened, I put my fingertips against her lips. She groaned and closed her mouth around my middle digit. There wasn’t enough grease on it to do her any harm, but it was insanely hot watching her “go down” on my finger, my dirty finger. Her tongue danced over my digit.

With my other hand, I plucked at her stiffened nipples. I was trailing that hand down her belly toward her pussy, when she said, “I need a particular part serviced today, Les.”

I stopped. I didn’t mind her calling the shots.

She smiled her sensual smile and stepped back.

“I want,” she started to say as she climbed onto the big bed, “I want you to work on my tailpipe.”

With that she got onto her knees, facing away from me. Then, she let her head drop onto the bed.

Her ass was like a sculpture, utterly smooth perfection. I gazed at her, dumbstruck by her beauty.

I took a step toward the bed, my cock practically dripping pre-come. Then I caught myself before rushing into things.

I knew how to handle engines. Sometimes I had to take my time with them to get a good result.

I got onto the bed, hunkering behind her. I put my hands on the twin globes of her ass, pulling them gently apart and exposing the vulnerable ring of her asshole. She quivered and let out a sigh.

When I lowered my head and swiped my tongue delicately along the valley of her ass, the sigh turned into a squeal. I waited, making sure she liked the sensation. It was obvious I was on the right track when she cried out, “Fuck yes! Lick my hole, Les!”

I lapped her whole crease one more time, then settled in on her crinkly ring. My tongue swirled it tenderly, and she cried out once more. She seemed amazingly sensitive there. I licked her with more gusto.

When I drew her ass cheeks even further apart with my fingers, I was able to dip my tongue inside her. Her whole body shook in response.

“Oh God! Fuck! Your dirty mouth!”

I nearly laughed. She was the one with the filthy mouth!

I tongued her for a full ten minutes until her knees quaked underneath her and she lifted her head and moaned orgasmically.

I sat back, panting for air. I had never rimmed a woman to climax before. It felt like a serious accomplishment.

But there was no time to rest on my laurels. My cock was throbbing, demanding satisfaction.

Right on cue Rebecca said, “Now fuck my ass!”

I moved into place. I set my cockhead against her spit-shiny asshole. I wondered distantly how many times she’d come to the garage and hauled a mechanic home with her to service her “tailpipe.”

I didn’t care if I was one of a dozen or if she always picked the new guy. I was lucky it was me that day.

I pressed forward, and the pliable brim of her hole swallowed up my swollen crown. I drove ahead, giving her a half inch of myself at a time and letting her adjust to the welcomed intrusion. It was a lovely sight, my cock disappearing into her plush ass.

Soon my cock was all the way in, buried deep with my balls flush against her cheeks. She groaned with pleasure as my body buzzed with joy. With my dirty-nailed hands on her ass, I began to stroke my shaft in and out of her.

The angle was wonderfully strange, the grip of her hole marvelously tight. But there was no mistaking the pleasure she felt.

“Harder!” she demanded as she thrashed about.

I did what she wanted. I plowed her. I slammed her. I ran my cock deep into her dark passage over and over.

Finally, she cried out, “Hurt me!”

She wanted the deluxe ass job, it seemed. Happy to give it to her, I brought my hand down hard on her butt. The impact rippled her flesh.

“Yes! Yes!” she shouted.

So I fucked and spanked her. Soon, I was reddening both of her cheeks. As she was going into an orgasmic fit, my own climax overtook me. I spewed deep in her hole, giving her the lubing she evidently so desperately needed.