behind the car. “All done.” She smiled at him. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” “Oh, oh, that’s alright.” He stammered. She flashed a wide smile at him and wiped her hands on her overalls. “I’m Maxine. I’ll get the bill printed up for you now.” She brushed past him and quickly keyed in a few items and produced the bill. “Will that be cash or card?” she enquired.

He swallowed hard as he saw she had lowered the zip on her overalls. “It’s been a very hot day hasn’t it?” She stated, fanning herself with a magazine. Ben nodded his head slowly as he stared at her cleavage and handed over his card. “Is that savings or credit.” She asked. “gorgeous.” He said absently. “Thank you.” She smiled at him from lowered lashes. He watched how her body moved as she walked to the clipboard and back to the computer. “Hmm what?” he said nervously as he realised what he just said. “Oh, credit.” He said quickly. “Ok.” Maxine smiled wickedly at him as she processed the transaction and gave him the receipt. He gulped as he saw that she’d lowered the zip even more and he could see her pretty bra. “Haven’t you ever seen a female mechanic before?” she laughed and looked him straight in the eye. “I guess not.” He replied hoarsely. She giggled as she saw the bulge in his trousers.

Maxine was inches away from him now. “I think you also have a problem with your gear stick.” She whispered. “What? You tell me now?” He said indignantly. He saw the direction of her gaze and immediately understood. “Oh.” It was all he could manage to say. Before he knew it her hand was stroking his jeans and he groaned. He grasped her pony tail and invaded her mouth with his probing tongue, feverishly pulling at the zip so it lowered all the way to her waist. She gasped as he grabbed her provocative bottom and forced her up against him, feeling the hardness of his body and his obvious want of her. He moved her towards the front counter and hoisted her up onto the edge. “Just the right height.” He murmered. “Now how shall we get these off?” He made short work of the overalls and went to work on her mouth-watering body. He teased her with his “gear stick” until she could stand it no longer.

Ben helped her pull her overalls back up. “Now, that’s the best service I’ve had in a long time.” he said with a grin on his face. “I hope you’re not going to charge me any extra.” Maxine laughed. “Now, come again won’t you.” She smiled cheekily. Of course, Ben did – he came many, many times over the next twelve months, and was planning to keep the ute running like a well-oiled machine for the foreseeable future.

He heard the familiar squeak of the trolley as he scrutinised the latest sales figures. “A cup of coffee and a slice of cake please.” He said without looking up. He expected the normal response from Gwen, the sixty something trolley lady. He would get a long list of what was and wasn’t available and more than likely would be disappointed with the selection. He heard the door close but didn’t look up – she would be back. The old boiler was probably getting the instant coffee.

Damian felt something brush up against the back of his neck and attempted to flick away what ever it was – some bug no doubt. He mentally noted that he’d have to speak to the office manager about the yearly insect spraying. There it was again.. Annoyed, he looked up and was startled to see a sexy young woman in a very skimpy santa outfit leaning over his shoulder.

“Hmm. I think you need to forget those figures and concentrate on mine.” She said in a sultry voice. Damian swallowed. “You’re not Gwen. What is going on?” The vixen smiled and said,
“I’m Tamara – santa’s helper. I hear you need a little help in the fun department.” “Oh, this is some kind of joke.” Damian said shrewdly. He got up quickly and strode to the door, only to find no candid camera crew, and in fact no-one at all in the office. He turned to face her and sharply inhaled as she was bending over his desk in a provocative position. She looked over her shoulder at him…

“Didn’t you only last week, wish that you had more excitement in your life?” She enquired with a cheeky grin on her face. “Simon. Did he put you up to this?” Damian demanded. He remembered a conversation he had with his counterpart in finance a few days ago, complaining how he wished he had more time so he could go and pick up some hot babe. She shrugged as if she didn’t know what he was talking about. “So do you want your present now?” she purred.

Damian approached. She was gorgeous, and her skimpy costume fit snugly in all the right places. He drew up so close to her that he could feel her hot breath against his neck. “So am I right?” he questioned hoarsely. “It would be very right if you used that bulge in your pants.” she responded archly. Damian breathed in her seductive perfume and couldn’t deny his desire for this wanton woman who looked at him so lustfully.

Finally, he could no longer control himself and lifted her upon the desk. “Show me what you have under that santa costume.” He whispered roughly. Tamara undid the red bikini top and let it drop to the floor. “Mm.” Damian bent his head savouring the creamy white flesh. Mandy groaned as Damian enjoyed the perky feast in his face. He quickly turned her over. “Santa’s helper has been very naughty this year.” Thwack. “You must be punished because you’ve been a very, very bad girl.” He continued. “Ow.” Tamara shouted with a mock shriek. “Oh, I intend to punish you mercilessly.” Damian said excitedly.

Tamara wiggled her bottom at him provocatively, the red mark impertinatly winking at him. He grabbed her long brown hair firmly. “I’m just getting warmed up little elf.” She gasped as he checked that she was ready for his game. “Now we are going to play unwrap the christmas present.” Tamara closed her eyes as she heard the zipper. She licked her lips in anticipation of what Simon had told her about his ample reputation…..

It turned out to be the best Christmas Eve ever. He would have to remember to thank Simon

I walked down to the king bed area and approached the man in the dark suit, noticing the expensive cut and how it hugged his v-shaped chest and slim waist. He turned to me and smiled and I noticed his even, white teeth and deep blue eyes. He asked me about the price of the bed, and I’m sure I answered, but I was caught up in the heady aroma of his aftershave and my mind wandered to thoughts about how warm his caress would be on my body
and how he might touch me…

He must have asked a question, as suddenly everything was quiet and he was looking at me, as if expecting a reply. I felt embarrassed and this must have registered in a shade of crimson to match the bed cover as he grinned. I recovered my composure and asked him to repeat the question. I was taken aback when he proposed that he might have to ask for a huge discount if he had to ask again! I wasn’t quite sure what to say as he’d taken me off guard! He must have sensed my momentary lapse and countered that he might pay me full price if I offered him a kiss. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but I immediately said “Oh sure,” trying to diffuse the situation. I didn’t see the one swift step that he took toward me. I only saw the lips that were inches away from mine. I could feel his hot breath and my eyes were locked to his as he slid his arm about my waist. In one fluid movement, he lifted me onto the bed and I felt the length of his hard body against mine, and I lost myself in his deep, passionate kiss. I moaned as he kissed my neck and unbuttoned my blouse and in a blink we were uncontrollably enjoying each other. There could have been a thunderstorm and we wouldn’t have noticed.

I couldn’t believe it when I looked at my watch and it was 10pm! Ron asked me the next day why the computer had been logged off at 10.32pm and I had to pretend that I’d done some paperwork. I made a sale that night, and scooped a boyfriend as a bonus. We’re not together anymore. He moved overseas with his company, but he still calls me when he’s in town…