As Pete walked past the telephone pole, a bright red flyer caught his eye with the words "Car Paint Job Needed - Please Call For Information" in bold letters. Although he was only 18 years old, Pete had painted plenty of cars with his father before. He also had been looking for a way to earn a little bit of money to pay for his increasingly expensive college textbooks. It seemed to be the perfect opportunity.
Pete had noticed that a few of the telephone paper slips had already been taken, however, he still ripped one off. It seemed like an easy enough job for him, and he had all the necessary tools in his dad's garage. Besides, he was looking for another thing to keep him busy, especially after all his friends had moved out of town for college, and wouldn't be back until the summer. He shoved the paper slip deep into the pocket of his jeans and continued down Main Street.
Pete was in his freshman year of college and doing well. He was in shape and exercised at least 4 times per week. While he didn't continue wrestling into college, he made it a goal to always keep the physique that he gained from long nights in the weight room. He was relatively tall at 6'1" however he never really felt "tall" despite the comments from his great-aunts at family holiday parties. His brown hair was trimmed up nicely, and he liked to keep his face well-shaven.
As Pete got home from class, he threw his wallet and keys on the counter and headed up to his bedroom. He enjoyed this time home alone, while his father worked long shifts through the day. He hopped onto his bed and turned on the TV with the remote control. Remembering the piece of paper in his pocket, he slipped his hand in and grabbed it. The paper was crumpled, but he still managed to make out the letters that had slightly faded from the sun. He took his cell phone from his other pocket and dialed.
After four rings, a woman with a sultry voice answered the phone.
"Hello?" the voice said from behind the phone.
"Hi, my name is Pete, and I saw your ad about the car," Pete responded with anticipation. He couldn't help but imagine what she looked like, and her voice alone gave him a nervous pit in his stomach. He very much wanted the opportunity to see her in person.
"Ah, yes. I've had a few calls so far, but I just can't imagine spending that kind of money. I may as well take it to a shop." She laughed
"Well, whatever they quoted, I'll do it for half!" Pete exclaimed, not wanting to miss out on this job for a couple of reasons now.
"Are you sure you're old enough?" She asked, "You sound rather young?"
"18, but I know what I'm doing!" His excitement made his voice crack.
"I'm sure you do" the sensual-sounding woman responded, "I'm sure you do. Kelly, by the way. Kelly Wilson. Nice to meet you."
Kelly gave Pete her address and asked if he could stop by on Sunday to start the job on the car. Pete's excitement was palpable as he hung up the phone and headed out to his truck to start loading his tools. He was feeling rather lucky, stumbling upon a great opportunity for some extra cash, and the added bonus of meeting the alluring woman on the phone. He couldn't help but daydream about what Sunday would bring. His eagerness continued to grow.
Pete arrived at Kelly's house on Sunday, feeling a mixture of excitement and intense nerves. When she opened the door, Pete was struck by what he saw. While he knew she sounded attractive, seeing her in person made his heart skip a beat. She was tall, blonde, and had an air of sophistication about her. She had to be in her late 40's or early 50's. She had piercing blue eyes and carried herself with grace. Her physique suggested a dedication to fitness and a healthy lifestyle. Her breasts pushed through her blue blouse, revealing cleavage that made Pete have to force his eyes upward.
"So you must be Pete then," she said while smiling at him "let me take you into the garage."
As she opened the garage from the pin-pad, the garage slowly lifted to reveal a gorgeous 1969 Corvette. There had been some significant sun damage, but it was nothing that Pete wouldn't be able to handle. With two beauties there in the garage, he wasn't sure where to put his focus.
"So, what do you say Pete? Think you'll be able to take care of it today?" Kelly asked as she crossed her arms and gave him a wink.
"Well I'll certainly try my best, but I think it's gonna take a few weeks!" he replied back.
"Then I'll let you get to it. Come get me inside if you need anything, okay?" Kelly started to turn away towards the door that lead inside her house.
Pete found it hard to think about the car as he watched her walk away. His eyes were fixated on her beautiful figure and the swaying of her hips. He admired her graceful movements. His eyes traced her beautiful round ass that pushed through the denim of her mom-jeans. She smiled as she walked away, knowing that Pete's eyes were not on the Corvette.
As the door closed, Pete turned to the car. It was time to get to work, and he certainly had a project ahead of him. He started to buckle down on the task at hand, sanding down the car. It was hard work, but Pete didn't mind it. It reminded him of the long days in his father's body shop, listening to Led Zeppelin and Van Halen. As he continued with the job, the power suddenly went out to the sander. He tried clicking it back on and off with no luck. Pete walked around the garage, trying multiple outlets however none seemed to do the trick.
He knocked on the door into the house, hoping to get access to the electrical panel assuming he had flipped the breaker. A minute passed, and Kelly still didn't answer. He knocked again and nothing. He took a deep breath, and turned the cold brass handle. He took a step inside.