Full Service (Working Stiffs)

by S. L. Carpenter

  FULL SERVICE

  (Working Stiffs–Book III)

  S.L. Carpenter

  Copyright 2013 S.L. Carpenter

  Cover art copyright 2013 S.L.Carpenter

  For P and N Graphics, LLC

  Dedication

  This book wouldn't have been possible without the continued support of my writing partner. She is always there to push me, reminding me why I write what I do and how I want to make people smile and sometimes squirm. But mainly I write for every reader's enjoyment and to satisfy my weird obsession with telling a story.

  Chapter One

  Tyler slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing a sexy, powerful chest. His muscles flexed as he ripped off the fabric and his lustful stare locked onto Rachel. He looked hungry, like an animal on a prowl sighting its prey.

  She knew all her deeply buried carnal fantasies would be brought to life tonight—satisfied by Tyler. He was the perfect man for her. Tall, golden tanned skin and a cock the size of a cucumber.

  He knew all the different ways she liked to be touched. Lying naked on his bed but for the light silken fabric of her robe, her legs quivered for his caress. Looking at his body made her wet and wanting.

  Everything about him oozed sex. From the strands of hair dangling in front of his eyes to the way he climbed over her. It all added to the mystery.

  Leaning over, he kissed her slowly. Their lips met and the kisses burned hot. He moved down, kissing her neck, then between her breasts. His fingers opened her silk robe, revealing her nude body to his appreciative gaze.

  She shivered, her flesh rising with goose bumps from the excitement. Her blood felt as if it was flowing to the hot spot between her thighs—the part of her that ached for him more than anything.

  His hand brushed over her flesh. She leaned back and sighed. If this was heaven she loved how it felt like floating on a cloud.

  Tyler rolled off the bed and began to unfasten his belt. She looked through barely–opened eyes at the large bulge springing free from his pants. The only barrier left was the cotton of his briefs, already showing a wet spot of anticipation.

  Her mouth watered and she rolled to the side of the bed. "Let me help you with that."

  A wide smile crossed Tyler's lips as he turned toward her and looked down at her with those beautiful eyes.

  She tugged his underwear down and looked at his thick, hard cock. It excited and scared her knowing this would soon be buried deeply into the soaking depths of her pussy. She rubbed her cheek on his hardness and closed her eyes. It felt so hot and rigid against her blushing skin. It pulsed, echoing his heartbeat.

  When her lips kissed the tip, a small glistening drop of fluid trickled from his cock and she licked it off, lowering her mouth over the shaft. He moaned deeply, a signal that she was doing something right.

  He seemed so thick and hard he overwhelmed her. She wanted all of him, and held his cock in her hand as she lubricated her hand with a little saliva. She gripped him, stroking him as her mouth sucked and licked the sensitive tip.

  "Fuck, you need to stop, you're going to make me come and I want to be inside you when that happens." He panted, short of breath.

  She let him pop free from her lips and looked at his face as she licked up the vein along the base of his cock. "You gonna fuck me now? You want to fuck me?"

  Throwing back his head, he groaned. "Oh yeah, I want you so bad. I can't take this anymore."

  He pushed her back and climbed on the bed above her. Within seconds he was positioned above her, his cock sliding along the slippery folds of flesh between her thighs. He lowered himself into her in one smooth push.

  Rachel gasped, as his cock filled her wet pussy. She arched up to meet his deep thrust, ignoring the initial pain of the thickness stretching her. She rose to meet his hard, muscular frame as it pressed down.

  Their lustful kisses smothered her mouth as their tongues tangled together.

  Everything erupted into an inferno of passion, igniting flames of desire. She was on the brink of ecstasy, wanting, needing, and melting together with Tyler.

  For what seemed like forever they shared their bodies. Every inch was explored and nothing was off limits…

  "This is bullshit!"

  "What the hell? Why did you stop reading?"

  Visibly upset, Nikki and the other girls squirmed in their chairs and mumbled between themselves as they sat in the break room.

  Rachel put the book down. "We sit here reading these books and think that it's how sex is supposed to be. That this is how men are. That this is the ultimate fantasy. Well—it's not."

  "Just because you had a bad date and the guy left you frustrated, along with a wet spot on your silk sheets, doesn't mean you should ruin our little fun time."

  "Um, Janice? That was between us…not everyone."

  "Well…" Janice paused. "I'm sorry but I think a sexual relationship like the one in the book is out there. We just need to find it."

  Nikki giggled. "Maybe because the heroine in the book is named Rachel it has you wishing it was you instead."

  "I'll end up feeling like a hooker without the benefits. Trying any guy I meet with the balls to ask me out. It's bad enough I have to pay sometimes for my dinner, but even then guys all expect something. Either sex, a blowjob or the magic lamp."

  "Magic lamp? What the hell is that?"

  "You know, rub the lamp to make the genie pop out…" Rachel made the hand–job gesture and the girls burst into laughter.

  Sitting at her desk later that afternoon, Rachel sighed. She truly believed that real life just wasn't anything like a book. Obviously that wasn't real or it wouldn't have been called fiction.

  She enjoyed sex but the baggage that apparently went along with it drove her crazy. She just wanted to meet someone nice. Someone good looking and down to earth who could let her be herself. Someone she could be with and not have to worry if she accidentally burped after downing a soda.

  Maybe not as much as a full–on relationship, but more than just a fuck buddy. A guy to have a good time with, where there were no strings and no worries. He could be with her and spoil her a little, but not ask to move in and suddenly demand babies and all the white picket fence stuff.

  Of course he'd have to be a drop–dead sex god who could curl her toes and give her multiple orgasms—and even be a good snuggler after they had sex for the fifth time.

  Her last few dates had been real doozies and made her more than a little apprehensive. They also left her frustrated and even contemplating going to the other team. Of course, that was a fleeting thought after she'd remembered that weekend in college after graduation. In the cabin with Debra.

  But she knew she enjoyed men too much to go that way, and she realized a good one–night stand might be just the thing to really ring her bells and get her back on track. But she wouldn't go bar–hopping or anything like that. Rachel was going to be on the hunt and pick out her prey.

  You think cougars are hot and sexy? Well guys, get ready for a tigress.

  Chapter Two

  On her way home from work, Rachel noticed her the red shine of her gaslight. The oil light was also flashing and since she wasn't the type to take care of her car personally, she usually went to the small station around the corner from the office. It was a full service station and she liked seeing all the mechanics running around the place. Didn't hurt that a couple of the guys were real eye candy.

  Some of the girls had dated a couple of them. They'd joke and giggle about them over coffee, but she'd never really paid attention.

  She pulled up at the pump and checked her phone for messages while she waited for an attendant.

  "Can I fill you up?"

  Rachel turned to
see a man's crotch at eye level through her window. "Uhhh."

  He leaned over and smiled. "You're in the full service lane. What would you like? Regular or supreme?"

  Her mind went into overdrive. Her frisky side said, I want the supreme fill up with the big pump. Her conservative side said I'll have regular.

  "Umm, just fill me up. I mean fill the car up with regular. I'm going to grab a coffee."

  She climbed out of the car and stood next to him. She grinned when she saw the name on his shirt. "Tyler, interesting. My hero."

  Rachel did the quick once over. Tall… dark… handsome, check, check, check.

  The scent of alpha male filled her nose when he brushed against her. There didn't seem to be anything but muscle on this guy. His hair was dark brown, his jaw square, and the rest of him all man.

  Why couldn't she ever end up with beefcake like this? He seemed like the kind of guy in those books she was reading and talking about at work. He didn't seem to be that good–looking but–boring type she'd dated…the guy who was more interested in the bottom line of his status at work than her bottom.

  As she got her coffee and waited to pay, she stared out the window. Tyler walked around her car, cleaned the windows and did all the other little things she'd come to expect from a full service station.

  But this time it was a bit different. "Dayum that man really looks good in that uniform. I bet he's hung like a… Oh shit, did I say that out loud?"

  The clerk who chuckled at her comment handed her back the change. "Yes you did and from what I've heard, he sure is." The older woman winked at Rachel and beckoned the next customer in line.

  Walking back to her car, she pulled her hair to one side and let the breeze catch it. This was showing the product before selling it. Well aware of her attractions, she knew exactly what she was doing—and it didn't go unnoticed. Someone at the station whistled and it made her smile wickedly. Yessss. She still had it.

  "Will that be all?" A tiny smirk curved across Tyler's mouth as he opened up her door.

  Fuck it, "Actually no. This is a full service station right?"

  "Pretty much, yes."

  "The oil light's flashing. Can you take a look at it?"

  "Sure, pull up over there." Tyler pointed toward the roll–up doors beside the shop.

  She watched as he walked away. "Hmmm, nice ass."

  "Thanks."

  "Oh crap. I've got to quit this really bad habit of repeating what my mind is saying. I'm so sorry." She felt her cheeks heat with an embarrassed blush as she pulled up beside the roll up door and stopped where he directed her.

  Tyler motioned with his hand. "Okay. Kill the engine and pop the hood."

  The little vixen in her warmed up and she pulled out her hopeless woman card. "Um, that's…this one? No? Can you show me?"

  He opened her door and reached down beside her leg to the hood latch lever. "It's right—here."

  He wasn't hiding the fact that he had noticed her legs. She was proud of them and took care to make sure they always looked good. She walked a lot and kept them smooth for when she was wearing dresses and showing them off. And sure, she'd hiked her skirt up a little when he walked up.

  He cleared his throat as he moved to the engine. She tried to see him working but could only glimpse half of him as he dove under the hood. There was a distinct warmth between her legs as ideas of him checking under her hood danced across her mind.

  "Okay, your oil was a little low. I filled it up." He was wiping his hands on an old rag and smiling at her. "No charge, just keep an eye on it."

  "Thank you Tyler, I appreciate it."

  He kept smiling and looked into her eyes. His were soft brown and made her melt. Not to mention they were making her so fucking wet. She was having a bad case of lust right this moment.

  "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

  "Well yeah, there is." She took a breath. "Take me out to dinner."

  Tyler scratched at the stubble on his cheek and chin as he thought about her invitation. "What time?"

  She pulled out her business card and scribbled on the back. "Here's my cell number and home address. What about seven?"

  "Make it eight. I get off here at six and need to get cleaned up."

  "You look just fine the way you are." Rachel felt her cheeks flush. "Whoops, said that out loud again. Sorry." Starting the car, she put it in gear and glanced at him out of the window. "Eight is perfect."

  Rachel checked the mirror. She'd chosen a blouse and skirt, her favorite spikey heels, and her hair had turned out well for once. She was all set. Turning around to check her ass, she frowned at the panty line.

  Damn, maybe I should just go commando. She smiled at the thought. I'm not going to be wearing them much tonight.

  Peeling them off she switched to a thong and presto, no lines. Commando might work sometimes, but not tonight. Not on a first date. Thinking about sex had already made things a little slippery but she liked that frisky feeling that came with a good–looking guy and a strong chance of some really serious fucking.

  She heard the doorbell ring and took a deep breath.

  Tyler must have been looking out into the street after he rang, because he turned to face her as she opened the door. It gave gave her chance to briefly check out his wide back from his legs up to his ass. Also the way the dress shirt hugged his frame.

  "Wow, nice." He blinked at her.

  Rachel smiled. "I was thinking the same thing. You sure clean up nice."

  "Thank you. Here." He handed her a single carnation. "It's just something I saw that I thought you might like."

  "Thanks Tyler. It's lovely."

  "You must really be doing well. This is a nice house. Old style, but really in great shape."

  "This isn't my place. It's my parents'. I just wanted to get ready over here cause they have a huge bathtub that's great to soak in."

  "Hmm, maybe that explains why you smell so good."

  "You're making some brownie points aren't you?"

  "As long as I can cash them in sometime." He laughed.

  She leaned back on heels and studied him. Then nodded. "Oh yes, definitely."

  It was a pleasant ride to dinner in Tyler's classic car. He talked about it a lot and was obviously very proud of his restoration. She listened with interest and found herself relaxing into the whole idea of a real date.

  Having agreed on a popular Mexican restaurant, they sat at their table slowly picking their way through their order.

  "I'm telling you, this food is the bomb."

  Rachel stared at him in puzzlement. "I've never seen anyone eat tacos like that before." Of course her lust–filled mind wondered if his thick tongue ate everything that way. If so, she was a dead woman. But at least she'd go with a smile on her face.

  "Anything worth eating is worth savoring every bite."

  His wicked grin made her smile. "Oh really?"

  "It's one of my weaknesses." He shrugged. "Just being honest."

  Rachel let out a deep sigh and crossed her legs. "I don't want to seem forward or anything Tyler, but my reasons for asking you out were kinda selfish. I haven't really had a good relationship in a long time and I'm getting tired of waiting for Mr. Right to come along and find me. I'm looking for Mr. Right Now."

  She paused, wanting to see his reaction to what she was saying.

  "Go on", he nodded.

  "You seem like a nice guy. Working a steady job, and let's face it, you're pretty damn hot." She felt herself blush as a flash of heat darted through her body. "Those uniforms don't do you justice."

  "Why thank you." He paused. "What are you looking for, Rachel?"

  "Honestly? I'm tired of hearing about all these amazing affairs and all this stuff in books and movies. I finally realized that what I wanted was to take control and be an aggressive woman. For once in my life I want to grab some beefcake and, well, fuck him and move on. Like a one night stand."

  "So I'm your beefcake? You're just gonna use me, screw
me and kick me to the curb?"

  "I don't know Tyler. It seems that I'm not really like that, in spite of all my big talk. Deep down I'm a romantic but just once I want to experience the type of fantasy I've been reading about. The kind of mind–blowing stuff I've never had."

  "Well, I'm okay with it if you want to know. I'm not used to being used for sex but I'd be willing to take one for the team. It's gonna be a sacrifice, but…" He stopped and shook his head, then continued. "Usually I'm the type to go on a few dates and then maybe something happens, but that's after a couple hundred bucks on dinners, and countless calls and texts. You spend all your time wondering what to do, only to end up getting dumped for some asshole in the bar."

  "You're too modest. You're a good–looking guy. I'm sure you get hit on all the time."

  He shrugged. "I get girls saying things, and I figure it's a compliment. But it's nothing. Just flirting. Probably trying to get their car fixed cheap by flashing a smile and batting their eyelashes."

  "I can't believe you don't go out and pick up women. I don't know you that well, but I can see you hitting the bars with a bunch of guys on the prowl. What are some of the lines you use?"

  "God this is embarrassing. Let me think of a couple the guys say. Oh I know, 'With a chassis like that I bet you're a great ride.'"

  "That's pathetic."

  "Hmm, okay, another one. 'Hey baby, you look like you could use an oil change and I have the perfect dip stick.'"

  She groaned and shook her head. "You would say that? Seriously?"

  "Oh hell no. The only line I tried was, 'Hey baby, want to get a lube job?' Which got me slapped by the way."

  Rachel laughed. "Tyler, why did you agree to go out with me?"

  "Because when a pretty woman asks you out, you take her out."

  "Good answer." She tilted her head to the side and studied him. "If you saw me in a bar would you hit on me like the other guys?"

  He smiled, "I'm not big on that, but I'd want to."

  "What would your pick up line be?"

  He reached forward and took her hand. Pulling it to his mouth he kissed it gently and stared up into her eyes. "Rachel, I'd love to have you for a very long dinner." He let the tip of his tongue flick the soft skin between her fingers. "Then I'd want to have you again for breakfast."