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good girl, Ginny,” he was saying through the doorway.
“It’s too bad you’re going to lose your job over a stupid catalytic
converter.”
    I’d almost forgotten about
my predicament, but now that Jake had brought it up again, a
darkness swept over me. Yeah, I had a hot encounter with an even
hotter mechanic — who knew they made them so sexy? — and I would
have my car, but without a passing grade, my job was
doomed.
    “ And I don’t have to tell
you what a fucked up job market it is out there right now, do
I?”
    No shit, Sherlock. I’ve
been living it for eight months. Instead,
I grunted my agreement. Because he was right. There was no telling
how long it would be before I fooled someone else into thinking I
was qualified for something other than pizza delivery. And I wasn’t
even qualified for that because I didn’t have a legal car! It was all
just too depressing.
    Jake walked back in shaking
his head. “Yup, what a shame.”
    I glared at his muscled
back as he picked up my bill, crumpled it into a ball and pretended
he was shooting a three-pointer into the garbage can. “All net!” he
cried, his hands thrust upward in victory.
    He glanced over to me as he
moved to the roll-up door. As his hand reached up for the rope to
open it, he paused. “What would you do to keep your job,
Ginny?”
    Overwhelmed by Jake’s
fresh reminder that I was letting a great job opportunity slip
through my fingers, I replied, “What wouldn’t I do is more like
it.”
    Hand still stretched up to
grab the rope, he turned and gave me an odd smile, a smile that set
butterflies flitting around in my tummy. His hand dropped and he
stalked over to me, never allowing me to break eye contact. He
stepped in close to me so I could breathe him in, feel his heat. My
pussy ached and tingled, and the tension that had built up inside
me begged for release.
    His rough hands grabbed my
hips and pulled them into his before sliding up my back to bury
themselves in my hair. My body responded in the most obvious ways.
I arched into him pressing my tits against his firm chest. I moaned
from my need for him. His hands slithered up and down my small
frame, sending bolts of electricity to my core. Hot, full lips
sought out mine and our tongues entwined. I nearly came.
    Jake pulled back, leaving
me dizzy from desire and shaking with need. “Don’t stop,” I
pleaded.
    “ I have another
proposition for you.”
    I didn’t care what it was
if he would just fuck me right there on that nasty auto shop floor.
“Anything…” I panted.
    “ Be my sex slave for the
night and I’ll make sure your car passes smog by
morning.”
    My breath caught in my
chest. Sex slave? What would that entail? More blowies for sure,
but maybe even anal. I’d never tried it before, though plenty of
guys had played with my asshole. One or two had tried but I’d
always told them no way. And from the hard stare Jake was giving
me, I had no doubt anal would be on the menu for the
night.
    His hands were roaming my
body, making my engorged clit throb. I really, really wanted to
fuck this guy, and I really, really wanted to keep my job. If that
meant trying anal for the first time, or maybe getting tied up or
something, then it would be worth it. Who
knows, I thought, maybe I’ll even like it.
    “ Yessss,” I breathed. His
erection jerked against my belly.
    “ Are you sure? It would
mean doing absolutely everything I tell you to do, no matter what,
or no smog certificate.”
    “ I’ll do whatever you
want, Jake.” My heart was pounding and a flush had crept over me. I
wanted him so much my head was spinning. Had I known what he was
planning, I would have run screaming out of that shop. Instead, I
lifted my face to his for a deep hard kiss. His tongue jammed into
my mouth, much like his cock had a few minutes before. I could
still taste him, so I knew he could, too, and that thought drove me
into a frenzy.
    The shop’s phone chose that
moment to ring. I grunted in