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them. Just then, the mechanic stepped back
in.
    “Shouldn’t be a problem at all, ma’am—” he
stopped for a moment, canting his head to the side a bit “ya know,
I didn’t ever get your name.”
    “Nicole,” she said plainly.
    “Trent,” he replied, “a pleasure to meet
you.”
    She chuckled slightly, “Conversations usually
start with names and end with fucking. That’s the normal
progression of things.”
    He shrugged, smiling widely as well,
“Sometimes you have to mix things up a bit. Ya never know,
sometimes the wrong way might turn out all right.”
    She laughed and shook her head, giving a
slight roll of her eyes, “Have you seen my panties, by chance?”
    And as if on cue, he reached into his pocket
and pulled them out to give them another admiring sniff. “You mean
these? I planned on keeping them as a souvenir.”
    “Well, I need them,” Nicole said as she
stepped forward and snatched them from his hands. She had a playful
look on her face, but one could tell that she was deadly
serious.
    Trent stepped back, holding his hands up in
surrender and smiling. “Fair enough. Anyway, turns out it was just
the radiator hose. It’s a quick fix and you’ll be as good as new
and on your way to Atlanta.” He then walked into the garage.
    “Sounds great,” she absently commented as she
pulled her panties up to her hips. She felt weird wearing underwear
this drenched. They were like someone had thrown them in water and
now she was having to put them back on. She sighed again. It would
have to do for now.
    While she was getting the rest of her attire
on, Trent stepped into the office again with a concerned look on
his face.
    “You won’t believe this,” he trailed off
nonchalantly as if waiting for Nicole to ask “what?” She wasn’t
playing his game. He looked a little concerned by how serious she
looked.
    “Yeah,” he stalled, “We don’t have a radiator
hose for your model of car…”
    Nicole sighed and gave up. She definitely
wasn’t going to make it to her interview on time now. She
unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it aside. If she was going to miss
the job interview of a lifetime, she might as well have the time of
her life while doing it.

About the
Author
    Kayla Calvert is a recent graduate in
marketing. She writes her naughty stories as an outlet for her own
fantasies. Her hobbies include reading, good movies, and long
naps.
     
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