“Best Service Ever”
It was that time of year again and Ben was at his local mechanic to get the pink slip for his utility. The manager returned to the front desk with a clipboard. “You will need the service, four tyres, brake pads and the two front discs machined.” Ben frowned. “How much will that be?” “I’d say around about $1,500.” Dave, the manager replied. Ben wasn’t too happy with the price but he needed the ute for a job the next day. “What time can I pick it up?” he enquired. “Max should have it ready by 5 o’clock.” Ben left the shop and returned at 5pm on the dot.
“Hello.” He called out. Ten minutes went past and no-one came to the front desk. Ben was starting to get annoyed and decided to go into the workshop. “Hello.” He called again, not concealing the edge of annoyance in his voice. “I will be with you in a moment.” A female voice replied. Oh great, he thought. Dave has left his latest girlfriend in charge whilst he’s gone off somewhere – how unprofessional. Another ten minutes went by and Ben again went into the workshop. “Will Dave be long?” he asked. He watched as his car was lowered to the ground and was mightily surprised as a petite blonde in overalls emerged from 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.