Tool Time
All of the morning’s stress had disappeared. The young blonde’s breathing and heart rate had slowed after she released a primal, contented sigh. Jon’s hands rested quietly and comfortably on Mari’s back and ass. He studied the relaxed form of the beautiful young woman whom he had just watched change from a frantic and demanding little hellion into a relaxed and compliant submissive.
He smoothed his right hand over her pink and glowing ass, being careful to move slowly, taking time to gently cup and hold the places where his hand had landed the hardest. Mari’s breathing became measured as she allowed the man whom she had met less than an hour before to caress her naked and tender backside. He neared the crevice of her ass, and she instinctively opened herself.
Jon smiled; she had crossed over well. She was needy this one. He knew she’d still have some moments, but that was where the fun lay, wasn’t it? Right now, it would be important to help her better understand their arrangement and her part in it if they were to continue. He eased his index and middle fingers gently onto the backside of her pussy lips and let them rest there. Sure enough, the girl’s hips adjusted to help them find an accommodating position.
“You want some more, don’t you?” Jon asked softly. His voice was as soothing as the gentle motion his fingertips made as they moved down along her still-engorged labia.
“Ohh,” Mari gave a soft sigh and a short, “Mm.”
“Good girl, Jon intoned, then removed his hand and spoke to her more directly. “Let’s get going on your car, then. We’ll need to make sure we have the time to give you more. Stand up.”
He pushed his legs together and turned them to the side, forcing the confused girl to scramble to get her feet under her before she tumbled to the floor. “Wha… wait, what?” she exclaimed.
“Here we go! Let’s get you up!” Jon reached out to support the shapely young woman as she reached for his legs and struggled to get her own to work properly so she could stand.
Mari collected herself and rose up off the man, still not quite steady on her feet. Jon stood directly in front of her and placed his hands on her waist, holding her while she found her base. “There you are. Good?” He didn’t wait for Mari to reply; instead, he reached for the hem of her frilly blouse with his left hand and started to lift it. “Let’s get you out of this nonsense so you can help me with the work, like we agreed.”
Mari brought her right hand down on his in a flash, trying to keep him from taking her transparent top off. Jon countered by reaching up under her blouse with his other hand and went right for her swollen and tender nipple, which he had just recently ravaged. Mari groaned as his fingers tightened, not cruelly, but enough to remind her of the uncomfortable tension between pleasure and pain. Her body stiffened, trying to determine which sensation it wanted to chase
“Arms up,” Jon said flatly. It took just a moment before Mari complied, as if she’d decided that allowing him to finish the task that he had started was the easiest decision.
“Do the skirt yourself,” Jon said evenly, waiting until the girl raised her conflicted gaze to meet his steady one. Her eyes danced over his face, trying to measure his resolve, seeking any crack in his countenance that might provide her an out. She found none. His fingers tightened slightly, causing her chin to rise and her eyes to narrow. After a moment, her hands lowered to her hips, where she hooked her thumbs and slid the light piece of frill she was wearing to the floor.
“Buena Chica. Now, let’s see how excited you are to help me with your Beemer.” Jon’s left hand slipped down to the juncture between her legs and nudged its way in like he was scratching an itchy ear canal. His fingers were brusque, not cruel, just quick and direct. Mari couldn’t help but flinch again, which brought another squeeze from his right hand. She endured, and soon the shop owner raised his hand, bringing his glistening evidence to the space between their faces.
“Ay Dios Mio! Will you look at that? You’re really excited about helping, aren’t you?” Mari turned her head and cringed at the sight of the abundant amount of her juices clinging to the man’s fingers. “Chica,” he said gruffly, demanding her attention. She grudgingly turned back with contempt in her eyes. He met her stare and, tilting his head, brought his fingers back to eye level between them.
“I can’t work on your car with these slippery fingers you gave me. We need to get them cleaned up, so I don’t drop a wrench or break something, no? Here, you can already start helping me, eh? Open.” He put his fingers in front of Mari’s mouth and waited. Mari’s contempt anchored on Jon’s eyes and smoldered. The shop owner held his ground, though, and after a couple of minutes, she faltered and glanced down at his saturated fingers, as if weighing the harm.
She glanced back up at Jon’s eyes, which hadn’t budged, then back down at his fingers. Her tongue peeked out between her tight lips, and after another quick flick of her eyes, her lips parted ever so slightly.
“Ay, Chica, Buena Chica!” Jon gently placed his fingers on Mari’s bottom lip and waited for her to open wider. When she did, he praised her lavishly. “There you go. ¡Esa es mi chica! Take it all, Baby. All-l-l the way in now. Get them nice and clean. Use your tongue.”
Mari’s nostrils flared as Jon’s fingers filled her mouth and the smell and taste of her own pussy flooded her senses. A powerful urge to roll her tongue over his rough fingers overwhelmed her, and soon she was sucking the salty and musky flavors from the rugged ridges and crevices as if they were an exotic culinary treat. Her eyelids fluttered as she gave herself over to the experience.
For a brief moment, she seemed to detach from her body and was able to see herself standing bare-ass naked in a small, dingy garage in the middle of Death Valley in front of a complete stranger, letting him feed her, her own pussy juice. A wave of shame and disgust broke over her when she suddenly realized that her pussy was dripping even more of its render down her legs.
A moment later, she was back in the moment, willingly surrendering herself to the shame, ignoring the disgust, and focusing only on savoring the lustful act of sucking herself off of Jon’s fingertips as he praised her for doing it so well.
Jon watched the contempt in Mari’s eyes soften, then disappear until they became partially closed while she contentedly nursed on his fingers. A slight smile came to his lips as he recognized how quickly she could become lost in her submission. Getting her there was like flipping a switch. Keeping her there would be the challenge.
He had been massaging her breasts with his right hand while she nursed, but slowly slid it down with the back of his hand against her stomach. As he neared her waist, her breathing picked up, and she took a small step to the side with each foot, opening her legs as if she expected him to reenter her. Instead, he stopped his hand on her lower abdomen, just above her mons. He waited, then slowly withdrew his fingers from her mouth.
“Time to go to work, Chica. Follow me,” he said as he turned and stepped toward the door leading to the shop. He grabbed Mari’s fob off the counter on his way. To his amusement, Mari moaned, but followed after only a short pause.
Jon’s abrupt abandonment had left Mari confused. She was preparing for another round of pleasure at his hands when he withdrew them and walked away. He’d started telling her something, but all she caught as she tumbled out of her lustful fog was “follow me,” so she did, unsure why or what to expect. She’d completely lost track of the fact that she was naked.
She trailed Jon into the garage, looking around like a kid on a field trip. The garage seemed reasonably clean and well-stocked, with shelves on all the walls full of tools and what appeared to be odd-looking auto parts. The radio was louder in there, and a pair of box fans swirled the air, keeping the temperature bearable. Jon stepped over and hit the power button for the overhead door. It groaned as it lifted, slowly revealing the parking lot, the highway, and the open desert beyond.
The disheveled blonde felt her nipples harden as she suddenly realized that she was standing there completely naked and exposed to the entire world. Her hands flew to cover the appropriate places just as Jon turned to her and sighed. “Okay,” he said in a resigned voice, “I’m gonna help you out this one time, but after this, you’re gonna have to earn your keep.” With that, he reached for her legs and lifted her up over his shoulder.
“Wha… Wait!” Mari hollered as Jon carried her like a sack of potatoes out toward her car. “Wait! Mari screamed, then stopped when she realized she might be calling unwanted attention to her plight. She dropped her head so no one would recognize her and folded her arms to her sides, trying to keep herself as covered as her unfortunate situation would allow.
Jon knew that unless a lone car flashed by, going ninety miles an hour, there was no one around for miles, and the risk of Mari’s nakedness being seen was zero. He didn’t tell that to Mari, of course. What he did say was, “Your seats are gonna be a little hot,” as he opened her door and unceremoniously poured the naked girl inside.
Mari screamed when her ass hit the leather seat, and she immediately perched one butt cheek up on the armrest and reached for the door to slam it shut. Jon leaned next to the window and raised his voice so Mari could hear. “Once you get settled, I want you to put the car in neutral, and I’m gonna push it into the shop. You’re not gonna have power steering, so you’re really gonna have to crank on the wheel. You’re gonna have to sit to do that.”
Mari put her hand on the seat and immediately retracted it. “It’s too hot! I can’t,” she cried.
Jon held up a finger, then disappeared into the shop, returning with a canvas tarp that he folded as he walked. He opened the door, positioned it on the seat, and slung it over the back. “Here, this should help.”
“Thank you,” Mari whimpered, grateful for the man’s help. She sat down on the tarp, feeling relieved and again forgetting that she was nude.
“Okay, Chica. Use your shoulders to turn now. It’s gonna be hard,” Jon encouraged her.
After one false start because Mari forgot to put the car in neutral, the pair managed to push, crank, and will the car into the shop. Jon hit the close button on the door and approached Mari as she stepped out of the car. “¡Ay, buena chica! ¡Buena chica! Good girl! Muy buen trbajo,” he cheered her as he reached down to give her a pat on the ass.
Mari couldn’t help but feel proud that they had accomplished the task, and Jon’s praise lifted her in a way that no director ever had when she’d turned in a good performance on the set. She found herself eager to see what happened next. “Pop the hood,” Jon instructed as he stepped toward the front of the car. Mari’s face went blank. She’d never opened the hood on her car before and had no idea how to do so.
Jon got to the front of the car and, after not hearing anything, looked up. Mari’s confused expression told him all he needed to know. “I’m sorry…,” she started.
“Okay. It’s okay,” he said, raising his hand as he stepped back to the door, “We will learn things today, no?” He reached inside and gave the small lever on the left side of the footwell two tugs. “Come,” he said as he started toward the front of the car again. Mari followed at his heel, marveling at how clean the floor was. She was about to learn why.
Jon lifted the hood, and the sweet smell of auto coolant rose to their nostrils. He then turned to retrieve a mat and dropped it on the floor in front of the car. He gave it a push with his toe, pushing it underneath the engine compartment. “Get down there and make sure this mat sits even between the wheels.”
Mari paused. She knew full well that an adjustment wasn’t necessary, and she turned to look at the older man. Jon’s face was expressionless. This was not a joke to him, nor was it something he would get upset about. It was just the next step to keep things moving the way he wanted them to go. He’d told her what was expected of her, and the choice to comply was hers. He simply waited for her to make it.
She received nothing from his eyes, which left only his words. And his words were clear. Mari blinked, then dropped to her knees. She leaned over to peer under the car and reached to adjust the mat so that it sat as Jon had said. Jon, meanwhile, stepped behind the leggy blond and admired the beautiful sight of her still pinkened pussy peeking back at him. He let her make the very unnecessary adjustments he’d asked for, then reached down to fondle her beautiful ass.
He repeated what had come to be her favorite phrase that morning. “Buena chica, gracias. Here is your reward, hmm?” He allowed his hand to slip inside her wide-open cleft, and Mari froze, suddenly trembling in anticipation of what her body hoped would come next. Jon’s index finger found her exposed lips and massaged them, rolling over them and pressing them aside to open her. She groaned and lowered her head to the floor, letting the man’s callused hands have their way with her.
Jon played with her labia but did not go inside. He only wanted her to feel handled, to feel and crave his attention for a few moments, so that when he stopped, she would remain wanting more. He allowed her to rock her hips as she chased his fingers, trying to entice them to slip inside. He came close, laying his middle finger across her wet, steamy entrance for just long enough to feel it grasping at it, then slid it back with just the slightest dip inside.
He heard her gasp and inhale as her hips raised, chasing the teasing digit. “Okay, on your feet. We have work,” Jon sounded like he had done nothing more than pat her on the head before he returned to something more important. Mari looked dazed as she used the grill of the car to climb back on her feet. “Stand over there,” Jon pointed to his right, not giving the young woman a chance to express any remorse for not getting what she wanted. Mari complied almost mindlessly, as if her rational mind was still crawling out from behind cobwebs.
Jon handed the naked woman a magnetic parts pan along with a 10mm ratchet and a pair of needle-nosed pliers. He picked up a flat-head screwdriver and explained, “I’m going to start handing you some clips in a moment. They’ll go in the tray, and I’ll need you to take this screwdriver and hand me those other tools when I ask for them. You pay attention now. I don’t want to be left hanging when I’m in the middle of something. Got that?
Mari nodded, already anxious that she might somehow mess up such simple instructions.
Jon slipped on a pair of nitrile gloves, put down a drain tank, and went to work. The fans hummed, and Mari recognized the driving backbeat of Los Hermanos Mendoza on the radio. She didn’t listen to that style of music herself, but it was hard to avoid in SoCal. For some reason today, the rhythmic, nasal twang settled her nerves in an odd, soothing way.
“Chica.”
Mari looked down to see Jon holding a wire clip for her to put in the tray. She dipped to take it from his hand.
“So, you act?” Jon spoke to her as he reached back into the engine compartment with both hands.
“Uhm… yes. I… yes.”
“Movies or stage?”
“Movies. Supporting roles, mostly.”
“Anything big time?”
“Um, one, I guess. It’s called Deceiving.”
“Hm, I think I’ve heard of that one.”
“You, uh, haven’t seen it?”
“No. Not much for movies. I read, mostly. Better for you.”
“Oh.”
Mari didn’t know how to answer. Normally, she’d have been upset that the man had just dissed the industry she made her living in, but she knew better than to argue otherwise. Besides, she was more focused on listening and watching to see if he needed her for something. She had nearly forgotten that she was standing there naked, being used as the man’s tool caddy.
Things went smoothly, and an hour later, the mechanic stepped back from the car with a shiny, molded black-plastic vessel in his hands. Mari stepped closer as he held it up for her to see. “There’s your crack, right there,” he said, sliding his index finger along a barely visible line thinner than a hair. Mari peered at it like it was the X-ray of a broken bone.
“It doesn’t seem like much could come out of that,” she said.
“Mm,” Jon nodded, “There’s a lot of heat and pressure behind it, and it sprays out. You wouldn’t want to get it on you for sure.”
“Mmm,” Mari nodded, acknowledging the danger.
“Well, we’re all set for the part to get here… except for the ceremony.”
“What ceremony?” Mari asked
She was close enough that Jon reached out and left a small smudge of grease on top of her left tit.
“UH!” Mari yelped and reached to wipe it off.
“Leave it,” Jon said, reaching out to block her hands from raising. “That’s just grease. I’m marking you today. You did your first car repair. You wear that with pride for the rest of the day.”
Mari studied the man. She knew the first repair thing was bullshit, but was unsure what to think when he said he was marking her. Was it a double entendre? Would it end with the grease?
“One more, stand still,” he said. Mari stood motionless while he raised his thumb to the tip of her nose and carefully left a small black streak there. “There, now only one more step to see if you really belong in a garage.”
“What’s that?” Mari was certain she shouldn’t have asked, but was just as certain that she was supposed to. Jon stripped off his gloves and tossed them onto the bench behind him.
“Come here,” he motioned her over toward the driver’s side window. She followed, and he took her by the shoulders. “Turn,” he said, and rotated her to face the front windshield. Mari caught on and tried to calm her breathing. She didn’t resist. He had used more than words this time, but still did not force her.
“Hands on the car,” he said. The anxious blonde tried out several placements before settling for the windshield on her right and the edge of the raised hood on her left. “Legs back.” The last order confirmed it for her. She felt a throbbing heat settle below her abdomen, and her wetness began to return. This time, she didn’t move. She couldn’t.
He drew her hips back, causing her to take a series of small steps to adjust in order to keep from falling. She eventually had to lower her hands so that her weight rested on her elbows on top of the narrow, slotted cowl between the raised hood and the windshield. Her ass now jutted out behind her, lewdly exposing her pussy to his gaze again. He handled her like he handled her car, taking her apart one small piece at a time. She had started to soak herself.
She knew she shouldn’t, but still needed to ask, “How does this make me a mechanic?” Jon’s hand landed on her left cheek with a sharp pop. “UNH!” Mari barked in response.
“It’s part of your marking,” Jon replied.
Mari dropped her head onto her arms, letting the sting settle. Again, she knew she shouldn’t, but she asked, “How can this be part of…” WHAP, his second spank landed just as hard. “Unngh,” her head dropped again. She felt the incredible warmth flood fully into her pussy now, and her wetness started down her leg. “Uh, uh, uhmmm, she moaned, feeling the stinging throb with each beat of her heart.
“Don’t question your education, Chica. It’s not your place to question.”
He rubbed the sting in, and Mari released a moan. The illicit bite of pain sent tendrils of sweet agony snaking through her entire body, rousing it with cries of caution, cries of passion, “Wake up! Get ready!” She felt her nipples harden against the smooth, warm finish of the Z4, pressing into it like it was a hard, polished, and dispassionate lover. Her body was fully aware that the passion would come from behind.
Her ass glowed with a red blush again, and she rolled her hips ever so slightly, as if she were stepping back into the intoxicating sensation, seeking the familiar warmth it gave her. Jon noticed and gave her a couple more slaps, one on each side. “You like this, don’t you? You’re dripping,” he said as he rubbed the stinging bite of the blows in again.
“Unnh, unnnnnh!” Mari took the spanks without offering any resistance. Instead, she rocked back and forth, riding out the pulsing ache, doing her best to welcome what accompanied it… exhilaration and desire, a stab of want so deep that she felt compelled to grind herself against it until she broke. It was there, below the pain, where her pussy throbbed with a sudden hunger. Her hips tilted, tipping her swollen pussy lips up, like a rose seeking out the sun. Asking, inviting any willing trespasser to cross her folds.
Jon pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. He then reached down and gave her a small taste of relief. He cupped his hand and collected the long string of grool that hung down between her thighs. He transported it up to her puffy lips, where he scooped out more of her fluids. The sensation of his fingers moving inside her again pulled a whimper from Mari’s lips.
He brought his hand, coated in her nectar, up to her face, “Taste it.” He pressed it to her closed mouth. She was shocked but opened. As she did, she became too distracted to notice that with his free hand, Jon had just undone his pants and had allowed them to drop to the floor. He deftly shucked his dark-blue boxers down to mid-thigh and returned both hands to Mari’s reddened ass.
“Legs wider,” he said, giving both her feet a nudge to the side. Mari shuffled them outward, feeling her inner thigh muscles stretch as she did. The demeaning nature of her position flashed in her mind, but growing pressure in her loins and the scent of her craving pussy smeared across her lips made it easy to move past. Her pussy hung brazenly in the air, and her breath hitched when she felt a bump from the head of Jon’s hard cock, getting in position to penetrate her.
His broad mushroom head muscled its way between her slick, swollen lips, and her loud, passionate groan drowned out the driving honky-tonk rhythms. “OH GOD, NNNNGH, Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!” Jon wasted no time and firmly ground his rigid seven inches further into the slick and thick cunt stretched out in front of him. For several seconds, he worked purposefully to get his cock as deep into Mari as he could, and she did her best to unclench and allow herself to be taken. Both sputtered small sounds of effort and pleasure.
With his final small step forward, the mechanic bottomed out, and their combined relief echoed in groans that started from their diaphragms. After a few seconds of soaking inside the young blonde’s wet heat, Jon gripped her waist and rolled his hips, giving her a slow, measured thrust. “Uuunnh!” Mari’s body responded instinctively, greeting his probe with a series of short rhythmic gyrations, as if trying to get him to repeat the thrust and to go deeper.
Jon sucked air in through his teeth, “Mmm, Chica wants more, huh? He gave each of her cheeks a pop with his hand and felt her pussy reflexively clench down on the tip of his hardness. “¡Ay, qué rico! ¡Ay Chica, Unnnh Babygirl, you feel good.”
Mari mewled as she accepted the warm spike of flesh that had just entered her body. Getting fucked sober was almost too much for her. There was absolutely no place to slip away to in her head, and each movement was raw with unrelenting pleasure coupled with an unflinching desire. She suspected she would not last long. He started moving, and she became certain.
He sank deep and stayed, pulsing as she continued to stretch and accommodate him. After a few moments, he started to pump slowly. “Nngh, nngh, nngh,” she sang out each time he pressed inside her. Her wet sleeve filling with his flesh, then releasing, filling and releasing. She opened a bit wider each time. When the first wet, sucking sound slurped from her cunt as he withdrew, they both knew it was time to fuck.
Jon gripped her hips and pulled her to him, releasing a low guttural growl. Mari gasped as both her passion and Jon’s cock drove her to the next level. She thrust her ass back again and again, hungrily accepting everything he gave her. His open palms came down hard, one on each cheek, and she howled in appreciation, “Fuck! Yessss! FUCK!” He didn’t rub the sting in this time, so she increased her tempo, screwing her way past the pain to the pleasure.
Jon felt her clamp down on him and spanked her again. “Déjate ir, Chica, Let go, girl,” he ordered, “Don’t fuck me back.” His instructions were clear. She was to be just a receiver, a cock sleeve, nothing more. It was then that he put his hand on her back, pressed her down against the car, and started to thrust. He used her hard, crushing her into the narrow space between the hood and the windshield, pounding himself against her ass, hammering his cock into her again, again, and again.
A groan escaped her lips that wouldn’t stop. The only modulation came each time her diaphragm was pressed against the fender, changing the pressure in her lungs. She let go and received him, and it was glorious. She no longer wanted to slip away in her head or to question her desire. She was there, where she was supposed to be, in that moment, on that car, in that place, with that man, receiving his passion, and allowing it to send her own to a place it had never been before.
The car cradled her perfectly, holding her motionless while Jon repeatedly drove himself into her, the Z4 rocking sideways with his thrusts, with Mari being used as the intermediary between them. He pressed his right forearm across her back and continued to spank the woman’s quivering ass with his left hand whenever she tried to fuck back.
Jon’s rough and aggressive handling overwhelmed Mari, but like the spanking, it fed a hunger that she felt below the surface, touching her in a place she’d never been so conscious of until then. At the moment, that place had her full attention. Her orgasm was close, and her body wanted nothing more than to charge after it, to claim it and make it happen. Something told her it would be best to let Jon know.
“Oh, oh, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna… I’m so close!” The tone of her voice all but confirmed the validity of her claim.
John stopped thrusting and lifted Mari off the car by the throat, pulling her back as he leaned forward. The surprised woman started to choke as the mechanic spoke in a gruff voice. “Not until I let you, Chica. You don’t cum until I say you can.” He released her throat and returned to sawing his cock into her while she gasped and collected herself on top of the car. In no time, she was back to groaning and keening in pleasure, while doing her best to fend off her climax.
“You hold it, Babygirl. You got that? Your cum is my payment, understand? It’s not yours. You owe that to me. You give it to me, but not until I tell you to. You got that?” Sweat was pouring off of the man.
Mari’s voice was tight and frantic, her own sweat making her shine as bright as the finish of the car. “It’s hard, oh my god, it’s… it’s gonna… please! Please let me cum, Jon! Ah, ah, ahhh!”
Jon chastised Mari, “Don’t you fucking cum, slut! You hold it!” Mari whined back, sounding almost as if it hurt to try. He watched her desperate struggle to hold on and knew he had to let her release, or she’d lose it anyway. “Alright, cum. Cum like a bitch in heat. Give it to me. Show me how grateful you are for all I’m doing for you!”
Jon’s voice went straight to her cunt, and Mari exploded. “HNNNNNNGH!” Her body stiffened and spasmed as she released wave after wave of pent-up pleasure through her body and vocal cords. Sounds poured from her throat that were nowhere close to what could be called words.
Jon let her finish, then went right back fucking her. Mari gasped as he resumed his cadence, but was soon fighting to keep her hips from moving in rhythm with his. Jon decided to let go of her reins a bit. “You can cum when you need to now, but I want you to count each one out loud for me. You got that?” Mari nodded gratefully. “That was one,” Jon said, “Say it.”
“One,” Mari answered as her hips started seeking out her next number.
The pair continued to gasp and grunt as their fucking continued. The sounds of their wet flesh slapping together, combined with their impassioned voices, easily drowned out the sound of the fans and the radio. They did not, however, cover up the sound of two car horn toots that came from the parking lot outside.
“Fuck!” Jon cursed the interruption. He gave the writhing woman a couple more pumps, then withdrew his cock. Mari gasped and thrashed about, first, trying to get her bearings, then, trying to crawl off the car to hide. The mechanic pressed her back down hard. “You stay put. You stay right there,” he commanded. Despite her fear of being seen, Mari did exactly as she was told, even though her pussy was leaking her fluids, and she could feel what she knew had to be small strings of cream from her orgasm dangling from her lips. She was wrecked down there.
Jon pulled up his boxers and stepped back into the office, heading for the front door. Mari lay catching her breath on the cowl of the car, hoping she wouldn’t be seen and trying not to panic. She heard Jon open the front door and start talking in Spanish. She knew a few words, but only enough to get the gist of what was being said. She tried to piece together the conversation as best she could
“¡Híjole, eso fue rápido!” (Something about getting back fast)
A muffled voice answered from outside, and Mari couldn’t quite make it out.
Jon replied, “Ponlo todo ahi,” (Put something… here? There?)
Mari startled. Was it the young Hispanic man? What was his name… Angel? Was he back already?
Angel’s voice became louder as he entered the office.
“¿Esa rubia chula está regresando?” (Is the hot blonde coming back?)
Angel’s voice caught, and he suddenly spoke very guardedly.
“Mierda, ¿te la estás follando?” (Shit, you’re… something… to, or was it, with her?)
Maris’s head sank down to the cowl. He’d seen her! There was nothing she could do but hide her head and hope that he’d forgotten what she looked like from earlier. Her humiliation was complete. She lay there against the car, unmoving, trying to listen to the two men, but they had lowered their voices. She couldn’t pick up what they were saying above the fans and the radio.
Finally, she heard the door close just moments before she felt Jon’s hand back on her ass. “Buena, Chica, you did good. Here’s your reward for listening so well.” He pushed the head of his cock back against Mari’s still slick opening and was quickly back inside her.
“Uh, Uh, Uunnh!” Mari adjusted to the sudden return of the man’s hardness inside her belly. It was abrupt, but that in itself started a fresh flood of lubrication flowing to her folds. “Ohhh… uhnnn… mmmm,” she was soon eagerly meeting his thrusts with her own again and rushing toward her second orgasm. The rawness and rudeness of Jon’s aggression were unlike anything she’d ever known. She felt so helpless in front of it. So… under his control. Secure.
The second one landed much like the first, a raw punch of pleasure in her core that shattered and spread throughout her body, causing her to stiffen and spasm with no ability to articulate more than a single syllable at a time. Her mouth was frozen open, her eyes rolled back in her head. “Guh, uh, uhnnnnn! Unnnnh! Hnnnngh!
She went silent as she rode it out, her body locked stiff except for a rigid, full-body rocking motion that lasted for a full twenty seconds. As it eased, and she reclaimed her breath, she took a long, shaky inhale and whispered, “Two.”
“¡Buena, Chica, Buena!” Jon gave her a more loving spank this time as her reward. “Let’s get another one out of you, Chica, give me another, and I’ll give you one back, huh? After that, we’ll get this Beemer humming just like you here!” He started back in, thrusting hard and steady, determined to finish with her. Mari settled in for one more hard go.
Jon pounded away, and Mari pounded back. She knew she had a third one in her; she could feel it, waiting inside her. It wanted to answer the call of Jon’s thumping cock, but it was going to take some work to draw it out. It did not jump out of her like the others; it was not greedy. It only inched closer, taking its time. She felt at times she had to chase it, so she did, grunting and growling, panting and gasping, doing her best to get there until it was close. So close.
It teased her. A touch, a glint, a whisper, she could smell it. Each fleeting glimpse brought a squeal, a shiver, a groan until… it turned and engulfed her. Jon had been watching and listening as she danced with it, and when it took her, he let her go. One hard spank to send her off, and he let go himself as well. His knees buckled as he roared, and he collapsed against her, crushing her into the metallic saddle she had been lying in between the hood and the windshield.
The fans, the radio, the world disappeared as they spasmed together. The sound of their blood rushing in their ears drowned out even their own bellows. The BMW rocked and swayed sideways as spasm after spasm made it one with the naked bodies shuddering on its metallic skin.
Jon stayed pressed against Mari until the last tingle left his cock, and all that slid out of her was a soft tube of flesh. Mari had felt his size diminish inside her and could feel their combined fluids pooling, then draining from her as soon as he pulled out. He kept his weight on her, holding her in place, but she wanted so much to follow their spend to the floor and just lie there with it in a puddle, spreading, flattening, cooling until she was completely inert.
Sounds slowly came back to her. The drone of the fans, the twang of the radio, the front door closing.
Her stomach twinged. Jon was just now lifting off of her. That meant… She flipped over, almost sending Jon tumbling to the floor. “You let him watch!”
Jon helped the shaky blonde slide down off the car, ignoring her chagrin. “If you’re lucky, I might let him help next time.
“Wha… Wha… Next time?” An unexpected quiver raced through her well-fucked pussy.
Jon stepped past the half-asked question. “Here, put this on. Let’s get your car put back together and get you on the road.” He picked up his discarded t-shirt from the floor and handed it to her, finally allowing her to cover her nakedness. Finding some solace at the prospect of getting back on the road, along with the offer of his shirt, Mari’s hopes rose.
“Go get me the box on top of the stack in the office, Chica,” Jon said. Mari turned and trotted right off to the stack of boxes that Angel must have delivered. She grabbed the top box and turned back toward the garage. She couldn’t help but notice that the young man had a perfect view of the spot where Jon had just fucked her senseless. She groaned but started back to the mechanic with the box. Jon had put his gloves back on and was ready to get to work.
“¡Buena, Chica!” Jon praised her as if she had just brought him a fine meal. She felt oddly proud, like she had actually done something kind for the man. Jon handed her back the tray of clips and pointed. I’ve placed these in the order that I’ll ask for them. Here’s the socket and the bolts. I’ll let you know when I need those. Are you ready?
Mari nodded, eager to help. Jon reached over and patted her ass. ¡Buena, Chica! ¡Vamos, hagámoslo! Good girl. Come on, let’s do this!”
The reservoir fit in its place, and Mari’s excitement grew with each clip that she handed to Jon. Her eyes stayed glued to the shirtless man as he worked. He was fit, not ripped fit, but he wasn’t flabby either. He obviously took care of himself and knew discipline. He was composed as he worked, moving methodically and confidently to install the reservoir.
She felt a small ache in her butt when each clip popped into its place and smiled when she recognized how he had just as easily put her in her place all throughout that day. The more she watched, the more she realized that, even in their moments of passion earlier, he’d been in control of each movement and every emotion, whether it was his or hers.
The last clip was in place, and all the bolts were snug and tight. Jon refilled the coolant, opened the garage door, and had her start the car while he listened. As promised, it hummed. Mari’s heart leapt. For some strange reason, all the conflict and challenge of the day returned. She was, after all, right back where she’d been before, her car broken down, half-dressed, on the road, and needing to get home as fast as possible.
Jon had stayed up in front of the car for a bit, checking things out and getting ready to let her go. He eventually shut the hood and came around to the open driver’s side door. When he got there, he held out his dark-blue boxers and a small clip. “We can’t have you running around the desert with your ass hanging out, Chica. Put these on.”
Mari accepted the underwear with a small “Thank you,” then slipped into them in front of him. She applied the clip to the waistband and pulled the t-shirt down over the top. She now looked like just another schlubby SoCal sweetheart driving to the beach or out on a grocery run. She looked up at Jon, unsure of what to say or do. As usual, he took care of that for her. He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss.
Mari stared at the man, her eyes searching for some understanding, explanation, direction, anything that would help her get a grasp on what had happened between them. “Time to go, Chica,” he said. “Drive carefully,” Jon said. Mari gave a small nod, and he stepped back and closed the door.
She backed out and shifted into drive. She should have sped out of the parking lot and rolled south as fast as she could. Instead, she watched as the olive-skinned, bare-chested man in jeans stood at the overhead door as it lowered to the ground. As soon as it stopped, her wheels started turning, and her head kicked into gear.
She could make it to Polly’s house in Los Feliz by dark. There would be hell to pay. She’d be pissed about her forgetting her phone, but she’d understand about the breakdown. The thing in Vegas would… well… stay in Vegas. Polly would make sure of that. What happened in that garage, though… That, she couldn’t pin down. That, traveled with her through the desert, and all the way to Polly’s doorstep.
The small platinum-haired woman opened the door with her usual grace and warmth. “Where the hell have you been, girl? Sweet Jesus, what the hell are you wearing? What’s the black mark on your nose? Get your ass in here!” Mari frantically pulled the t-shirt up and wiped the forgotten grease spot from her nose, and followed Polly inside.
The minute the door closed behind Mari Sadow, she was back in her world of promise and potential. Polly had already put a catch-and-kill on the Vegas pictures, and Noah’s agent had been contacted. A mutually career-conscious agreement had been arrived at.
The hotel in Vegas had been contacted, and Mari’s belongings were returned to her, even her phone, which had been turned in at the front desk by an older woman on a casino junket from Nebraska. Mari went about her week putting her life back in order and resuming her routines as Polly negotiated her next contract. She hit the gym, caught a couple of her favorite acting classes, and had her hair done.
On Thursday evening, she visited her friend, Janie, who had just finished her gig in Burbank. Janie was a cute, Dorothy Gale-type from Brooklyn who had ditched her accent and embraced the persona that her looks implied. She was also a devout lesbian, and though she and Marci had tested the waters a time or two, Marci had decided that, while she’d thoroughly enjoyed their fucking, she was still a pretty straight arrow. Janie was content to wait for the next time that arrow wanted to get a little bent.
Mari said nothing about the Vegas trip, other than it was fun and she’d made a few contacts. She’d caught up with Noah, they’d partied, and she decided that he wasn’t all that hot after all. She had some car trouble, but she got it fixed, and she got back a little later than she’d expected. That was it, other than Polly was being a bit of a bitch about her partying, so she might have to slow down a bit. Janie nodded at the last part.
“Well, good, that will free you up to do more cultured things with me,” she teased. How about we head up the coast to Cambria this weekend? Mari saw the mischief in Janie’s eyes and blushed. She gave her a long, loving look, letting her know that she was sorely tempted, but shook her head.
“No, can’t. I’ve gotta drive back out to pay this mechanic who worked on my car.
“Why didn’t you pay him when he fixed it? Janie asked.
“Um, long story… he didn’t take plastic, and I had no cash, so…” she shrugged.
“Well, that was nice of him. Is he cute?”
“He’s, um, older. Into that Bakersfield sound.”
“Mm.” Janie wrinkled her nose.
“Yeah,” Marrie nodded.
Early that next Sunday morning, Mari placed Jon’s washed and neatly folded t-shirt and boxers in the seat next to her and drove east into the desert.
