I promised to tell you about what happened when I took my car to get fixed a while back, and so this is probably the best time to go back and talk about what happened.
When my car's engine light turned on, I took it to a garage and was told that it'd probably take a couple of days to check it out thanks to how swamped they were with other orders.
Now, at this particular point in time I was running low on clean clothes (you already know how that particular issue turned out later), so I decided to wear an admittedly tiny pink dress that I only wore on dates, it was so low-cut that it made wearing a bra impossible, and I even had to wear a thong just to look halfway presentable, suffice to say, I didn't look like I was going to a garage.
And found the mechanic I had talked to working on a car, he seemed to be having trouble with the thing as I walked up and talked to him, aware of how the rest of the employees looked at me thanks to my skimpy outfit.
"Hey, I was wondering if you had time to take a look at my car yet?" I asked as I handed him the invoice I was given before, he barely looked at it as he was busy with something that seemed to be stuck in the engine block of the car.
"Yeah, I wanted to tell you- Shit!" the mechanic suddenly pulled his hand out as a jet of what I could only assume was steaming hot motor oil came flying out of the engine, splashing everywhere, including some of it onto my dress.
"Damn, I think I need a rag..." the mechanic mumbled, looking around for something to use to clog up the oil leak, and for some reason his eyes seemed to settle on me.
Before I could even understand what was going through his mind, the mechanic grabbed the hem of my dress and whipped it off my body, taken aback, I wasn't able to resist or even react as the dress came clean off, leaving me standing there completely naked save for a tiny thong.
I watched as the mechanic bunched up my dress and stuffed it into the engine block to stifle the flow of oil, before realizing that I was standing in front of what seemed to be a dozen men staring at my bare body and chuckling in amusement, none bothered to help me, treating my state of undress on the same scale as the oil splash that preceded it.
I was jolted back to reality when the mechanic finally felt confident enough that the engine was fine and began talking to me:
"Alright ma'am, let me see that invoice." the mechanic snatched the invoice from my stunned hands, checking its number against the work orders on an ancient office computer tucked in the corner of the garage before coming back with a printout "Alright, so unfortunately, your ford focus will need a new catalytic converter, which can be hefty especially for a car as old as yours, plus it seems to have damaged your exhaust system..."
The mechanic seemed to think for a bit, working out the math in his head before coming back to me "I figure this will run you around $3500."
I nearly choked, I couldn't possibly pay all that myself, and even my car insurance wouldn't cover anything past $3000, I was well and truly screwed.
"That's way too much, isn't there anything you can do to cut the price down?" I asked, desperate for any out from this predicament.
"Sorry, but this is as low I can go for a job this extensive," the mechanic shook his head, it only then hit me that this might have been the work of the curse, perhaps it was trying to get me to do something lewd, not much of a reach considering my current wardrobe.
"Is there any other way I can pay for the repairs other than money?" I said as I gave my bare breasts a squeeze as I tried to insinuate to the best of my capabilities that I was more than willing to pay with my body.
"That I can consider," the mechanic said, stroking his chin, soaking in the view in front of him that he was finally able to enjoy "maybe if you got down on your knees and begged?"
The idea that I would have to get on my knees and beg a complete stranger who's name I didn't even know just for the opportunity to further degrade myself only served to make my pussy gush with juices, I gingerly knelt down on the concrete floor of the garage, feeling the unbearable ache of my stiff nipples, I began pleading:
"Please, let me whore myself out to you."