Jessie stood up and stretched, closing the hood of the car she had been working on for the last two hours. Sliding behind the wheel, she turned the key and smiled as the motor turned over smoothly. The car was a beauty, a '67 Mustang Convertible, cherry red. It had been brought in on the back of a tow truck that morning before she had gotten to work and she had been so excited when Mac had told her that he wanted her to work on the car and no one else. It had taken awhile for her to gain the respect of the guys in the garage, being the only woman, but, it seemed now that they begrudgingly had started to accept her as one of them, able to do the work just as good as them, if not better. It was no longer the guys in the shop she had problems with, it as the customer's themselves, most of them scoffing at the thought of a woman working on their pride and joy. She swore, some men were more attached to their cars than a mother was with a newborn child. Heaven forbid anything go wrong and they were right back at the shop, blaming her and the fact that she was a woman.
Jessie had always had an interest in cars, ever since she was a little girl. When the other girls were out playing with their dolls, she was playing with toy cars. Being just her and her father, she didn't have a woman influence in her life to sway her otherwise, even though her Aunt May tried to turn her into a proper little girl every time she came to visit. It wasn't until she was a teenager and began to notice boys that Jessie had decided it was time for her to start acting like a girl, that was until she realized how many guys took the shop class in high school and that she would be the only girl in the class if she decided to take it. It was a bonus for her, mixing her love for cars with a chance to watch all the boys in her class at the same time. From there it had just continued on after high school into college and then to this job with Mac and the guys. Though the job had its challenges, she was loved it and wouldn't trade it for anything.
Jessie smoothed her long auburn hair back into a ponytail and looked up at the clock. The owner of the mustang was supposed to have been there an hour ago to pick up the car, though she was glad that he was late, considering she had just finished the job. Still it was two hours past the regular closing time of the shop and all the other mechanics had gone home for the day. Jessie was tired and ready to go home and if the guy didn't show up she was determined to lock up and leave the car to be picked up the next day. She was just about to shut off the lights in the back office when there was a loud knocking on the shop door. Grumbling to herself, she went to open it, startled when the pounding continued just as she was about to open the door.
"Hold your horses, I'm coming," she called out, pulling the door open. "Well hello there missy," the man leered, his eyes obviously travelling up and down her toned, muscular body which was generously displayed in her tight overalls. Jessie had always been proud of her body, but, she hated the way it made guys look at her. The man pushed rudely past her into the shop, looking around. "Where's Mac? He said my car would be ready for me today."
"Oh, you must be Mike Larson," Jessie, replied, closing the shop door and taking a deep breath. She had always been quick to anger and rudeness was one of the things that had a tendancy to set her off. "Mac had to leave early today, but, I just finished with your car a little while ago. We will just settle the little matter of the bill and she will be ready to go."
Mike looked at her sharply, sizing her up in his glance. "What do you mean you just finished up with my car?" he said, a look of concern on his face. He rushed over to his car and walked around looking at it, as if expecting it to be damaged. "I gave Mac instructions that I only wanted him working on it. Do you know how much this car is worth?" He groaned and ran a hand through his dark brown hair. "Dammit. If anything is wrong with this car missy, I swear I will sue you and Mac both."
"Now listen here Mr. Larson," Jessie said, losing her cool. "I am just as capable of working on your car as Mac is. I assure you there is nothing wrong with it." She walked quickly to the car and opened the door and slid inside, starting the car. The motor seemed to purr when it started. "See, working beautifully. I think you owe me an apology."
Mike glared at her and shook his head. "How do I know it won't break down on me once I get it out on the road," he said, his eyes once again obviously staring at her ample breasts that pressed against the front of her overalls. "A beautiful thing like you couldn't possible know anything about cars. Now, I can think of other things that you would be good at." He licked his lips and gave her a sinister smile, letting his eyes travel down her body to her slim waist and back up again. Jessie's face flushed in anger.
"My eyes are up here Mr. Larson," she said coolly. "I don't care really whether you believe me or not. I know your car is in good working condition and you will not have any problems with it. Now if you just follow me to the office, I will get your bill and you can be on your way."
Smirking, Mike took a step towards Jessie and placed his hand on the wall behind her, his body effectively blocking her from going anywhere. "I can think of a way to pay you, little lady," he said, leaning it to whisper in her ear. Though Jessie was not comfortable with his sudden attention, the feel of his warm breath on her ear made her shiver softly. It had been awhile since she had been with a man, having broken up her last boyfriend because he couldn't handle the fact that she was able to fix cars better than him. Raising her hands, she pushed against him gently, ducking out from under his arm. She ignored his comment and made her way into the office and shuffled through the papers on the desk to find his bill. She didn't realize he was behind her until she felt him pressing up against her and she gasped softly as she felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass.
"Mr. Larsen... Mike, please," she said, pushing him back away from her and turning to face him. Her breath quicken when she caught the lustful look in his deep blue eyes. She had to admit he was definitely good looking, everything from his dark brown curly hair, blue eyes and strong muscular body. He had everything that she usually fell for in a man, if only he didn't have the arrogant attitude to go with it.
"Oh come on..." Mike said, stepping back to read Jessie's name tag on her overalls. "Jessie is it. Come on Jessie. You know you want it." He grinned at her, his dark curly hair falling down over one of his eyes. "You have seen what is under my hood. Now I want to see what is under yours." Mike raised his hand slowly down the side of her neck as he spoke, his eyes never leaving hers. Jessie felt her breath catch in her throat at his touch. Picking up a piece of paper off the desk, she handed it to him.
"There, your bill," she said, her voice coming out as a squeak as she felt his hand slowly slide down her arm. "You can come tomorrow and settle it with Mac. Take your car and just go Mike." Handing him his keys, she moved to leave the office and was once again stopped by his presence in front of her.
