It was a torrid day. I was as mad as a hatter. Literally. This work was freaking me out. And as usual, when I was mad, I was looking at the girls in the factory simply as fuck-meat
"God, I'm horny!" I muttered to no-one in particular, thinking there was nobody in the office.
"Huh! You should talk, I've got an itch that could choke a rhino."
I turned round quickly, embarrassed at my words. The place I worked in was very politically correct, and this could mean trouble.
Fortunately it wasn't some prude, but Rodianne from down the corridor. Rod had a reputation that went with booze and sex. I decided to try my luck.
"Fancy getting something done for that itch? I got a great scrubber" I told her.
"Fuck yeah. Think you can handle me?" was her tart reply.
I looked her over. Beneath the blue overall she was wearing a skin-tight white shirt that her nipples were trying to poke through, and a pair of hip-hugging grey hipster sweats.
"Hell, I know I can knock you up until next week."
"Just so you'll know. There are no strings attached to this. I may, or may not, take up more offers from you!" she said.
"It's OK Rod....this would just be 'Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma'am'. I'm not looking for assurances, especially today. I just want to stick my meat in some hole."
And that is how, during our hour's break, we found ourselves gunning down the road in my car to the garage I owned not more than a couple of minutes away. As a philanderer, I had transformed the garage into a bachelor's pad, complete with all amenities one could want. A bed, large shower, and a small kitchenette.