By Cheap Thrill
There was a choking noise in the engine as she pulled up to the intersection of Fifth and Eye. By the time Christie rounded the driveway of Gonzales All Service Tune N’ Lube, it sounded as though her car might fall apart. Noises not unlike the desperate squeezing of an empty metal oil can announced her presence to the shop. Christie lurched out of her car and swung the door shut with all her might, echoing a loud bang throughout the work bays. The heel of her right shoe nearly broke off as she kicked the offending car door, causing her to stumble and fall right on her backside.
Only a few men seemed to be present at the shop today, most of them covered in grease and all of them watching this spectacle with endless amusement. Christie could hear discrete conversation in Spanish coupled with laughter she knew was directed towards the little fit she had just thrown. A man began making his way from beneath an older model Chevy truck to cross the parking lot. He was not too tall, perhaps a few inches beneath six feet. His frame was smallish but it was clear that he had built up muscle from his profession. The nametag on his chest read Tito. In Christie’s rage she almost resented the way his eyes leered at her body, but his gentle disposition calmed her. He wiped the grease off his hands with a wet rag before extending one to shake hers.
“Having a little car trouble there, Miss?” His voice had a hint of a Spanish accent, and his bright green eyes seemed to sparkle mischievously. “Um, yeah. This piece of shit just started steaming from under the hood a few blocks down and this was the first shop I could find,” Christie replied. This wasn’t the first time he had seen someone let their car go on maintenance, and he was never surprised that it always seemed to be the car’s fault. Tito had a passion for vehicles, in his spare time he was restoring a classic car of his own. Normally he would be irritated to see this woman’s ’68 Chevy Nova in such awful shape. But something about the way Christie’s blouse seemed to be missing a few buttons distracted Tito from being too interested in the car.
Christie was a short, thick white girl in her twenties. She had long dark brown hair and skin as pale as cream. He didn’t quite know how, but Tito seemed to know by looking at her that her flesh would be smooth and soft to the touch. Christie’s lips had a fullness to them that was rare in white women, with just the right amount of plumpness to her bottom lip. Her small shoulders lead into large breasts, full and perky. Tito could tell because she was only wearing a little tank top under her button up blouse, and he couldn’t see any bra straps. Christie had a very small waist, so much so that her shapely hips looked almost out of place. He eyed her small protruding tummy, just the slightest outward curve which complimented her ass. Christie’s ass was a force to be reckoned with, round and firm. The tight black miniskirt she wore showed off just how big her ass really was in proportion to the rest of her slight frame. Tito licked over his lips as he took in the finishing touch, thick toned thighs and a sexy pair of strappy black high heels. For once he actually thought the owner of a nice classic muscle car was better looking than the vehicle itself. Too bad she obviously didn’t know how to take care of it.
Tito pointed towards a small room with a glass door that was propped open. “That’s the office, you can wait in there while we take a look at it and see what kind of repairs you might be looking at.” Christie followed his hand and frowned when she realized that the office was not only tiny, but was cooled only by a small broken-down oscillating fan. ‘Great,’ Christie thought to herself, ‘this would have to happen to me when it’s damn near a hundred degrees outside.’ Tito realized the look of frustration on her face and smirked. He could tell by the quality of her clothes and the fact that she was wearing the same Prada heels he had recently purchased for his wife that she was probably used to getting her way and being pampered.
“You don’t have anywhere that’s air conditioned?” Christie asked, furrowing her brow. Tito shook his head with that same mischievous grin he had approached her with and replied, “Just the fan, sorry.” While Christie half-stormed off to the small office, Tito leaned inside the car, putting it in neutral before pushing it up to one of the work bays.
Christie could hear the sounds of laughter mixed with Tito’s name and some Spanish words she was sure were obscene. For some strange reason, Christie felt a twinge of excitement rush over her at the thought that these mechanics might be talking about her body. She quickly tried to put the thought in the back of her mind, plopping down into a cheap plastic chair. Her hands fumbled through a large Gucci purse searching for her cell phone. “Son of a bitch,” Christie exclaimed, realizing she had no reception out here. She reached over the front counter through stacks of unorganized invoices only to realize that the only office phone was a dedicated line to possibly the last people on earth that used dial up internet service.
Sighing, Christie began unbuttoning the rest of her blouse so as not to get any sweat stains on the white silk material. The only reason she was driving what she thought to be an old hunk of junk in the first place was just to piss off her step brother. All he had wanted from their grandfather’s estate was that dumb car, and she had done everything in her power to get it just to spite him. “That’s what I get,” she said softly to herself, pulling off the blouse leaving just her spaghetti strap tank top covering her upper body. The fan wasn’t doing a whole lot of good, but Christie stood in front of it anyway trying to enjoy what little breeze the sorry old thing could provide. Her mind began wandering again when she heard Tito’s laughter. Christie’s nipples began to stiffen beneath her cotton tank top, and there was no bra to hide such a display. She ran her fingertips over them briefly, enjoying the little jolt of pleasure that such a gesture caused between her thighs. Her body was bent at the waist as she had to lean down quite a bit to catch the breeze of the short little fan; this position left her skirt riding very high up her legs just barely covering her round ass cheeks. Christie had just closed her eyes and began licking over her lips when she was startled by Tito’s voice behind her.
“It looks like your radiator has a hole in it,” Tito trailed off purposefully making sure that she had time to turn and look at him. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, or was it excitement? How long had he been standing there, she thought, and just how much had he seen? “We don’t have that part in stock, so it’s going to be a while. I’ll have to drive further into town to get the part; we don’t really have a phone here.” Tito’s eyes trailed down to her now very hard nipples. He smiled wickedly towards Christie, causing her to feel a tight throbbing between her thighs. Something about the way he stared at her, sizing her up like a piece of meat just drove her wild inside. Christie recoiled with her usual bitchy attitude, trying to change the focus of her obvious arousal, “what, do you people like live in the fucking Stone Age or something? You don’t have a cell phone I can use?”
There were plenty of cell phones around, but Tito was in the mood to have some fun with this spoiled little white girl. What the hell was she doing with such a fine thick little body anyway if she wasn’t going to let men like him show her how to use it? In fact, Tito had already sent two of his coworkers off to the parts shop for the radiator before he even came into the office. He ignored her attitude, replying coolly with that familiar sly grin, “this is a specialty shop; we don’t normally work on cars that don’t come to us through special contracting sources. You’re lucky it’s slow this week, or you might’ve had to push that car another fifteen miles.” Christie scowled and looked away. “You want me to show you what’s wrong with your car while we’re waiting for that part,” Tito asked. It was at this point that Christie realized just how quiet the shop had gotten. She nodded and followed Tito out of the office towards the work bays.