“Oh, don’t stop,” I whisper. “I’m so close. Make me come, baby. Make me—ahhh!”
I cry out in pleasure, finishing hard with my fingers even as the man shoots deep into my sweetest spot, his mouth locked on my own. We move through the waves together, his huge body still a churning, pounding mass on top of mine. But soon, sleep begins to filter through my fantasy. Breathing heavily, I keep my eyes closed as he pulls out and snuggles with me a bit, pressing worshipful kisses to my neck. It takes a few minutes for my heartrate to slow and my lungs to relax from the intense climax. Then, a blissful, dreamless sleep claims me as I relax into the strong arms of my imaginary lover.
3
Jason
There’s not much for an ex-con to do but start his own business, so that’s exactly what I’ve done. Benning Motors is a bit of a pipe dream, considering I’ve barely gotten any traction since I opened a few months ago, but it’s not like any of the shops in town were going to hire some guy with a record. Frankly, it is what it is, and I’ve learned to accept it.
After all, I’ve been working on cars for most of my forty-five years on this Earth. I’m good at what I do, and I charge decent rates for repairs and maintenance. I just hope the people of Millbrook start to realize this because if business doesn’t ramp up soon, I’ll lose my lease on the shop, and then it’ll be fucking back to square one. Goddamnit. Job hunting isn’t exactly my preference seeing that I have a record, so I need to make things work around here.
“Hey, Jerry, you know anything about advertising?” I ask my only employee. He’s working on the brakes of a Chevy that came in early this morning.
He shakes his head, grease streaking his hands, arms, and cheeks. The other man looks positively filthy, but then again, this is a garage.
“Buddy, I’m a mechanic. You gotta hire one of them marketing people for that.”
I chuckle harshly. “Just figured I’d ask. I want to get more business in here and it seems social media is the way to go. How do these kids do it though?” I ask, staring at my phone. “Fuck if I know how Instagram works.”
Jerry shrugs before sliding under the car again.
“Who knows? But you need hot girls, dude. No one’s going to come by if you post pictures of you. Everyone wants chicks with their tits out, posing with their legs spread on top of a sexy vehicle.”
I shake my head while rolling my eyes. My employee’s comment is ridiculous but then again, he’s probably not wrong. But where the fuck am I going to find a hot girl to star in Benning Motors’ Instagram feed? I’m so fucked.
Just then, a beat-up old Volkswagen pulls up in front of the open garage door, its tires crunching over the gravel. The thing looks like it’s seen better days with its peeling paint and rusted fender, but all that flies out of my mind as its owner climbs out.
Here in front of me, at my own shop, is Olly Pence. The gorgeous, curvaceous Olly Pence whom I’ve been stalking for a while now. Oh shit, oh shit. Does she know? I decide to play it cool.
“How can I help you?” I ask, wiping oil from my hands onto a dirty rag. My clothes are filthy and my hair askew, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, the gorgeous blonde throws me a shy smile.
“I’m here for an oil change. It’s kind of an emergency, unfortunately, because the light on my dash has been on for a while but I just haven’t had any time. Please don’t lecture me, okay? Please,” she says in a soft voice.
I hold up my hands in surrender. “No lecture here, ma’am. In fact, I can squeeze you in right now.”
Her clear blue eyes light up. “Oh thanks! You’re a life saver. I didn’t get your name?”
I hold out a big hand.
“Jason Benning,” I growl in a low voice. “Of Benning Motors.”
When our skin touches, electricity crackles and she inhales sharply as her blue eyes go wide.
“Oh right,” she says in a soft voice. “This must be your shop. I’m Olivia Pence, but everyone calls me Olly.”
I grin.
“It’s great to meet you, Olly. Come on, bring your car in over here,” I say as Olly nods and gets into her VW again. My manner is casual as I direct her to park the vehicle in an empty bay in the garage, but my heart is racing at a million miles an hour. After all, this woman is like none other. The sweet girl has voluptuous curves, long blonde hair, and moves that could make a grown man spurt in his pants. I know because I’ve been following her, and she did exactly that last night.