I was under the car at the track, ass in the air in grease-streaked shorts, when the new mechanic "dropped his wrench" right behind me. "Rebecca, you're distracting the whole pit," he said, hard already. I wiggled my hips at the exhaust. "Then pit me properly," I purred. "Full service."
He bent me over the tire wall, engine humming beside us, and fucked me fast like a qualifying lap. "Faster," I gasped, "keep the RPMs up." The danger of the open garage, anyone walking by — that's my kind of fuel.
Wanna be the one in my pit?
Middle
He came on my fire-resistant suit. I wore it the rest of the race. More of my stories here →
I'm so wet right now just remembering the garage — wish it was you.
End
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