The Mechanic

by Ramona Gray

  Who was I kidding? I would have left, if I’d had the money.

  “I’m good at it,” I said lamely. “Just let me show you.”

  “I don’t think a blow job from the Ice Queen is enough to cover the debt.”

  “It will be. I’m good at it, I swear.” I could hear the desperation in my voice.

  The small part of me that thought maybe the mechanic would refuse sexual favours in return for car repairs died when he said, “What if I want something else instead of a blow job?”

  “I’m not having sex with you.”

  It was stupid, but I could live with the knowledge that I blew a man for car repairs, but not that I fucked him for it. Why blowing him didn’t make me a full-out prostitute in my mind, I didn’t know, but now was not the time to dwell on it.

  Oddly enough, it didn’t even bug me that he was negotiating for sexual favours. Maybe because I was the one offering them and couldn’t exactly be judgmental. I’d spent most of my life judging people and now, for the last three years, I was the one being judged.

  I deserved it though. Karma was a bitch, right?

  “I don’t want to fuck you,” Jack said.

  My stupid and inappropriate feeling of hurt disappeared under a wave of shock when he said, “I want to watch you cum all over my fingers.”

  Chapter Three

  Jack

  It was the Ice Queen’s turn to have her mouth drop open. I groaned inwardly and tried not to think about how easy it would be to shove my dick into her mouth. Her offer to blow me had me so revved up, my dick was practically begging me for mercy.

  Are you seriously going to accept sexual favours from this woman for her car repair bill? You run an actual business, you asshole, not a fucking brothel. What the hell has gotten into you?

  I blocked out my inner voice. I’d wanted Lily Carson since tenth grade and this was the only way I was going to get her. Even broke and down and out, a woman like her would never let a man like me touch her. This was my only chance.

  I knew she wouldn’t fuck me, but the chance to watch her cum, to hear her cry my name while I touched her hot pussy and sucked on her tits, wasn’t something I could just walk away from. And, fuck, it wasn’t like I didn’t want her mouth on my dick, I just wanted her cum on my fingers more.

  “No,” she said.

  I scratched the stubble on my jaw again. “No? Let me get this straight – you’ll suck on my dick to get your car back, but you won’t let me fingerfuck you?”

  That red blush covered her from the neckline of her shirt to her hairline. “I – no, I can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “Just, I can’t, okay? You seriously don’t want a blow job? What kind of man doesn’t want -”

  She squeaked in surprise when my arm wrapped around her waist and I pulled her up against my body. “Oh, I want your mouth around my dick, Princess, and trust me, sometime in the near future it will happen. But today, today I want to touch your pussy.”

  “No,” she whispered.

  Her tits were pressing against my chest and even through her clothing I could feel how hard her nipples were.

  “Why not?” I repeated.

  Frustration was etched across her face. “Are you being deliberately stupid? You know why they call me the Ice Queen. I can’t – I mean, it isn’t going to work and then I’ll have to blow you anyway to get my car back. So, just let me skip to the blow job already.”

  “You saying I can’t make the Ice Queen cum?”

  “I know you can’t,” she huffed. “Don’t take it personally for God’s sake. It’s just not my – my thing.”

  “Cumming isn’t your thing?”

  “Stop being so crude!” She snapped at me. “I’m twenty-five years old and if I haven’t climaxed with a man by now, I’m never going to. Please, can I just blow you and take my car and leave?”

  Any lingering guilt I felt over participating in Lily Carson’s desperate attempt to trade sexual favours for her car, disappeared. Jesus, she’d never once had a man make her cum? Fuck the seven hundred dollars she owed me, a woman like her needed to know how good a man could make her feel. And I was just the man to do it.

  “No blow job,” I said. “You let me at least try to make you cum and I’ll forget about the money you owe me. Deal?”

  She chewed on her bottom lip. “What if I don’t have an orgasm?” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “I have to be at work by six, which only gives you twenty minutes. I can’t come in twenty minutes.”

  I hid my smile. I’d make her cum twice in twenty minutes.

  “If you don’t, the car is yours, debt paid.”

  She gave me a suspicious look. “Let me get this straight – all I have to do is let you, um, touch my, um, vagina for twenty minutes, and then I get my car back regardless of whether I orgasm or not?”

  This time I couldn’t hide the smile. “Vagina? Pussy, Princess. It’s called your pussy and I’m going to have at least three of my fingers in it.”

  If her blush got any brighter, I’d be blinded by it.

  “You don’t have to be so crude,” she whispered.

  “Do we have a deal or not?” I said.

  “I – why do you want to do this? It’s not going to, uh, do anything for you. Why are you turning down a blow job? I promise I’m good at it.”

  She was lying, any idiot could see she was, but it didn’t bother me. She’d never cum from a man’s touch before, so she had no fucking idea what she was missing. I was about to show her and if I was real lucky, she’d be begging me for more.

  “It’s none of your business why I want this, Princess. You gonna let me touch you or not?”

  She licked her lips, glanced at the door and pulled at her skirt. “Okay, uh, yes.”

  “Good. Come here.” I sat on the edge of my desk and spread my legs. She eyed the bulge at my crotch before stepping between my legs.

  She was short enough that we were face-to-face. I could see anxiety in her gaze and she squeaked nervously when I slid my hands around her and gripped her ass. Fuck, it was sweet. I shook each cheek with my hands and grinned at her.

  “You’ve got a great ass.”

  “Uh, thank you.”

  “Close your eyes.”

  “What?”

  “Close your eyes,” I repeated.

  She licked her lips again and then closed her eyes. I studied her face before dropping my gaze to her tits. She was breathing heavily, and I admired the way her breasts looked against her shirt before cupping the back of her neck. I held her still and pressed my mouth against hers.

  She jerked in surprise, her hands grabbing my thighs in reflex. I stifled a groan and licked at the seam of her lips. She opened them, and I curled my hand into her long, dark hair and pulled her head back before thrusting my tongue between her lips. I tasted every inch of her mouth before sucking on her tongue.

  She moaned into my mouth, the sound went straight to my dick, and I sucked on her bottom lip before unbuttoning her shirt.

  “Wh-what are you doing?”

  “I want to see your tits, Princess.”

  “That – that wasn’t part of the deal.”

  “Sure it was,” I said. I had her shirt unbuttoned and her bra pushed up around her collar bone before her tiny hands could even wrap around my wrists. By the time they did, I was already cupping her tits and brushing my thumbs against her nipples. Instead of pushing me away, she clenched her fingers around my flesh and moaned again.

  I studied her mouth as I played with her nipples. Her lips were swollen and red, and already she was pressing her pussy rhythmically against my denim-covered dick. My little Ice Queen was surprisingly easy to thaw.

  I bent my head and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. Her entire body vibrated and the moan that fell from her mouth was louder this time, more intense. Her hands threaded through my hair and held in a tight grip as I sucked and licked at her nipples. Fuck, her skin was so soft.

  “Please, Jack
,” she moaned. The sound of my name on her lips made my balls tighten. If I wasn’t careful, I’d cum in my own goddamn pants. She was really going to town against my dick now, rubbing her pussy against it like a mad woman, and I gave her nipples a final suck before glancing at the clock on the wall. Almost thirteen minutes had passed. I no longer thought it would be all that difficult to make Lily cum on my fingers, but I still needed to get moving if I was going to have her cum on my face too.

  That hadn’t been part of the original deal, but there was no way Lily was leaving my office without me having a taste of her sweet little pussy first.

  “Time to touch your pussy, Lily.” I tugged on her nipple before sliding my hand under her skirt. Her thigh was satin smooth, and I stroked her inner right one. She gasped and gave me a wide-eyed look of anxiety.

  “Jack, please. I can’t come. I can’t -”

  “Quiet.” I gave her inner thigh a little slap. She closed her mouth and just stared at me as I cupped her pussy. “Your panties are soaked, Princess. You wet for me?”

  The way she blushed and dropped her gaze made me want to fuck her so bad.

  I tipped her chin up with my other hand as I rubbed her pussy through her soaking wet panties. “Are you wet for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it,” I demanded.

  “I – I’m wet for you.”

  “That’s right, you are,” I said. I slipped my fingers under the crotch of her panties, groaning when I felt her wet, slick heat on my fingertips. “Fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet.”

  I parted her lips and slid one finger deep into her warmth. She squealed, her hands digging into my upper arms as she stood on her tiptoes and tried to stop the invasion.

  “No, Princess,” I said. “Be a good girl.”

  She stared mutely at me as I added a second finger. Jesus, she was so fucking tight. The tightest little pussy I’d ever felt. “Does that feel good, Princess?”

  She nodded but I could see the anxiety returning in her eyes. I angled my thumb upwards and brushed it against her clit, grinning in satisfaction when she squealed, and her tiny pussy squeezed around my fingers.

  “Like that, do you?” I said.

  “Please. Do it again,” she whimpered.

  I brushed my thumb against her clit again. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head and she started to hump my fingers shamelessly. I added a third finger and watched as she struggled to adjust.

  “Jack, I can’t…”

  “You can,” I said. “I’ve got a big dick, Princess, and you need to learn how to take all of it.”

  Her pussy squeezed around my fingers in response and I grinned at her. “You like the idea of taking my cock, don’t you?”

  “No,” she said breathlessly. “No, I – I’m not fucking you.”

  “Not right now,” I agreed. “Now, let’s make you cum, Ice Queen.”

  I held her tight around the waist and kissed her hard on the mouth as I fucked her with my fingers and rubbed her clit with my thumb. I used nice even circles, strumming that little bundle of nerves until she was crying out into my mouth. When her body stiffened, I tore my mouth from hers and listened to her scream my name as she came all over my fingers.

  Swear to fucking God, I’d never seen a more beautiful sight than Lily Carson cumming. I leaned down and kissed one diamond-hard nipple as she shook and moaned in my arms. My fingers were still firmly wedged in her pussy and I enjoyed the feel of her squeezing around them as the last of her climax rippled through her. Fuck, I couldn’t wait until she was doing that around my cock. I would take her bare, nothing between us so that I could feel every goddamn last twitch of her sweet pussy.

  She was a moaning, shivering mess against me. I rubbed her back and kissed her forehead as she leaned against me and panted. I checked the clock. Shit, eighteen minutes had passed, and I didn’t have enough time to eat her out before she went to work.

  My cock was protesting its confinement against my jeans, but I ignored it. I wanted to fuck Lily, desperately, and I was already addicted to the sight and sound of her cumming. I needed to taste her little pussy. I made a sudden decision. I’d drop by the bar tonight and when she was on her break, show her what it was like to be eaten out by a real man instead of that douche of an ex-boyfriend.

  Smiling to myself, I eased my fingers out of her sopping pussy and helped her stand straight. I couldn’t resist tasting her sweet cream from my index finger. She made a low noise of surprise when I sucked on my finger and then held my hand in front of her mouth.

  “Your turn.”

  “What? No, I can’t…mmf.”

  I had pressed my second and third finger into her mouth. “Lick them clean, Princess.”

  She licked and sucked at my fingers, and each pull of her mouth sent an arrow of need straight to my dick.

  “You taste good, sweetheart,” I said as I pulled my fingers out of her mouth.

  She licked her lips. “Jack, I don’t… I mean, I can’t believe that I…”

  I hopped off the desk and adjusted my dick, trying not to grimace at the pressure.

  “I can touch you or, um, suck you,” she offered hesitantly.

  I shook my head and reached behind me on the desk to grab her paperwork and keys. When I turned around she had her bra back on her tits and was buttoning her shirt. “Here.”

  She took the keys and stared blankly at them for a moment.

  “Go on,” I said. “You’re gonna be late for work if you don’t move your ass.”

  “Jack…”

  I stood and pulled her into my arms before kissing her on the mouth. “Go to work, Lily.”

  “Okay, um, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  She left my office and I waited until I heard her car driving away before I sat down in my chair and rubbed at my dick through my jeans. I was tempted to stroke one out, but I forced myself to stop. I wanted to cum in my woman, not in my hand.

  A smile crossed my face as I stared at the door. Lily Carson was mine. She might not know it yet, but after watching her cum, after tasting her sweetness, she was mine. Tonight, I would fuck her and make her cum over and over until she was begging me for mercy.

  The Ice Queen belonged to me.

  Chapter Four

  Lily

  “Jesus, Ice Queen, if you drop one more drink tonight, I swear I’ll fucking fire you.”

  I gave Dale an apologetic look as I finished wiping up the drink I’d spilled. “Sorry, Dale. I’ll be more careful.”

  “Damn fucking right you will. Take the trash out.”

  “I was just going on my break,” I said.

  He glared at me, but I refused to back down. I was hungry, my feet hurt, and I had a terrible headache. The music was blaring in the bar and every thump of the bass reverberated through my skull. I wanted to go sit in my car in the blessed silence for half an hour and not think about how hungry I was, or the way I had whored myself out earlier to my mechanic.

  Did you really whore yourself out? I mean, you didn’t even touch him. All you had to do was let him make you come, remember?

  I rubbed my aching temples as Dale curled his lip at me. “Fine, go on your fucking break. But you’re taking the garbage out as soon as you’re back, and you’re on bathroom duty the rest of the night.”

  “I was on bathroom duty last night,” I protested. “It’s Judy’s turn.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Ice Queen, or I’ll fire your ass,” Dale said.

  I shut my mouth with a snap. I walked across the bar, ignoring the way the men stared at my tits and my ass. Our little town had three bars and I worked at the grossest, dirtiest one. It wasn’t my first choice, but I had no work experience and most of the retail stores in this town were owned by women who hated either me or my mother.

  I pulled self-consciously at the ass of my jean shorts as I walked toward the entrance. The shorts were too small even with the weight I’d lost, and half of my ass cheeks hung out the bottom of them. Th
e black tank top I wore with the words “Dale’s Bar” written across the front, clung to my breasts. At first, I’d worn a bra under it but when I saw how many tips the other girls got when they went braless, I’d swallowed my pride and ditched the bra.

  Not that it actually helped that much but every penny counted at this point. Some of the men would tip me a few dollars here or there, but most of them just liked watching the former rich girl let her tits and ass hang out in a desperate attempt for tips.

  Your fault. You shouldn’t have been such a bitch to everyone.

  No, I really shouldn’t have been. I had learned my lesson and I wished desperately that I could move to a new town and have a fresh start. I would be sweet and kind to everyone. I’d have friends who didn’t abandon me when I couldn’t buy the latest fashions or take trips to Europe on the spur of the moment. I’d have a boyfriend who didn’t tell the entire town how terrible I was in bed.

  I flinched and jerked away when a heavy hand slapped me on the ass. The man sitting at the table laughed uproariously to his friends. “The Ice Queen’s ass is cold as ice, boys.”

  I ignored their rude comments and kept walking. I left the bar and shivered in the cold night air as goosebumps rose on my skin. Rubbing my temples, I walked as briskly as I could in the stupidly high heels that Dale made us wear and pulled my car key from the tiny front pocket. I unlocked my car, climbed in and slammed the door shut before locking it. I was starving but I didn’t get paid until the day after tomorrow and I had exactly zero food in my dumpy trailer. I’d made fifteen bucks in tips so far, but I needed to add it to my furnace fund. The furnace had stopped working, and my landlord wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about fixing it no matter how many times I called and begged. I’d finally decided to just get it fixed myself but even just having someone come out to look at it was expensive. I had no choice though. It was dropping below freezing at night, and it didn’t seem to matter how many blankets I piled on my bed, I was never really warm anymore.