“Not going to be cheap, the clutch has gone,” The young mechanic said, wiping his hands on a rag, and looking at the anxious woman standing beside him.
“How much do you think?” she asked.
“A grand, maybe a bit more, depending on what we find when we have it into bits,” he said, turning to another man who was leaning over the vehicle alongside. “What you reckon Tom, one, one and a half grand?”
“Maybe more, a real bitch, on that model.” The other guy answered.
The first man jerked his thumb towards the other mechanic, “That's my brother, Tom, he's the real spanner monkey, I'm more a service guy, ever need a good service, I'm your man,” he said leering towards the well- built, attractive, middle-aged woman standing anxiously beside her car. “Name's Bill by the way.”
“Look, we'll work out the best deal we can, and give you a call later today. Maybe able to come up with something, you never know,” Tom said. “Give my brother here your name and phone number, and we'll be in touch.”
“Harrison, Cathy Harrison," she said and jotted down her phone number.
“Okay Cathy, be later this afternoon after we have come up with a deal to suit us both,” Bill said, as he opened the door for her.
As Cathy walked off down the street the brothers stood watching her go.
“What do you reckon bro?” said Tom,
“Yep, we should go for it',” Bill nodded. “Fuck yes, look at that arse, and those fucking tits. Older than we would normally have, but fucking tasty for all that.”
This would not be the first, or last time, the two brothers found a way to get the bill paid with a bit of cunt. Usually, it was younger ones, with no money, that came across easy, this one might be a bit more difficult.
“God, how bloody much? You stupid bitch, your car, you fucked it up, you fucking pay for it, I won't!” Cathy's husband yelled as she explained what had transpired at the repair shop. “So you fucking sort it out! Sell your cunt if you have to, not that any fucker would want it.”
Cathy felt the tears welling up in her eyes and went out in the back garden to try to pull herself together. Her husband earned good money but was as tight as a duck's arse when it came to spending it on anything apart from his precious golf.
“For you, repair shop guy, you fucking sort it. I'm off to the golf club, don't fucking wait up,” her husband said tossing her the phone and storming off.
'Wasn't going to anyway,' Cathy thought. 'Fucking dick head, go fuck some slapper at the club, I don't want that pathetic lump of meat between your legs up me.'
She dialled the number.
“Hello, Cathy Harrison here, good news I hope.”
Her voice was still shaky from her husband's outburst.
“Hi Cathy, think we have come up with a way to cut the cost for you. Wonder if you could drop by this evening and discuss it. Would make it earlier, but we are snowed under today, can't spare the time, sorry,” Tom lied.
“Yes, I can be there about seven, would that be okay?” she said.
“Perfect, we may even treat you to a glass of wine,” Tom said, thinking, 'more than one glass that's for sure.'
As Cathy put down the phone, she wondered just what sort of deal they had in mind. But she figured looking attractive couldn't possibly hurt. For some reason, she had a good feeling about whatever deal they had in mind as she headed for the shower to freshen up.
As the warm water stimulated her body, Cathy's mind strayed from the repair to the two mechanics. 'They were a bit young, but they did look fit,' she thought, as she rubbed shower gel over her ample tits. The familiar feeling of her nipples hardening and the itching in her hairy pussy made her know she would need to pleasure herself.
Cathy often masturbated in the shower, often after her husband had shots her full of his spunk, which always followed by him rolling over and going straight to sleep. Her satisfaction was of no interest to him.
'Fucking arsehole, serve him right if I do get some young cock up me,' she thought as she started to rub her clit. 'Fuck, I need to cum.'
Two minutes later she felt the familiar shaking in her legs, leaning back against the wall, and feeling the hot water cascade over her bouncing tits, made her cum in one long, screaming climax.
“What do you reckon Tom, slow and gentle, of fucking, just get stuck in?” Bill said.
His brother cracked open a can of lager. “Bit of both I reckon, play it by ear. Posh bitch this one, not like the usual slut we stuff our cocks up.”
Bill laughed, “Look at those fucking tits, real udders they are. Fuck, I want to see them swaying when your cock's stuck up her arse.”
“Fuck yes, nothing I like more than a tight arsehole. Even better when you're up her cunt, good and tight then,” Tom said, rubbing his cock through his jeans.
It was about ten to seven when the taxi dropped Cathy off at the garage. The brothers' flat was above the shop and the door was off to one side. She rang the bell and waited.
Under a minute later, the door was opened by Tom, “Right on time, come in. Okay if we call you Cathy? Much more friendly that way, please go up, first door on your left.”
As she climbed the stairs, Tom looked at her legs and backside. Just the sight of her short skirt and firm, solid looking legs, topped off with a more than ample arse, was enough to get his cock hardening.
As Cathy entered the well-furnished room, she was greeted by Bill holding out a large glass of red wine. “A welcome to our flat drink," He chuckled.
“Oh dear, is it going to be so expensive I need to be drunk?” she said, only half-jokingly.
Tom had come in and stood behind her.
“Not cheap, but we have come up with a solution if you are interested,” he almost whispered, and placed a hand on each of her shoulders and massaged them.
Cathy was half expecting a move like this.
Just the touch of his strong hands on her shoulders she found incredibly erotic. Her whole body shook at the thought of what was about to happen to her, for she was sure she was in for the fucking of her life.
