This is my first submission, all characters are fictional and above the age of 18
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She had visited the workshop before. Her car wasn't one of its regulars, though, this workshop specialized in classic vehicles. She had only peeked through the windows, nose pressed against the glass like a kid in a candy store. There in darkness of the showroom she could make out the shapes of a dodge pickup, about 1970, a coupe, although she didn't know the year, and half a dozen other shapes she couldn't be sure of.
The workshop was on her 15 minute walk route to and from work, and one morning, crisp with frost, as she walked past she couldn't help the glint of orange bouncing sunlight in the corner of her eye, against all the dull grey tones of the industrial area.
Is that, a Pontiac judge? A REAL judge? She looked at her watch, she was on time for work, just, what was a few minutes... She ducked toward the garage, the car clearly still warm looked out of place sitting among frost bitten tarmac and icy cage fencing. She admire the body shape, the glistening wheels, the brilliant orange echoed only by the late rising sun.
"You're not shy, are you?" a voice came from behind her.
"oh" she wheeled around, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but notice, is this a real Judge GTO?"
His eyes crinkled and sparked at her as he smiled beneath his cap. He was rubbing a cleaning liquid on his hands, then wiping them dry on a rag. "I'm impressed" he said as he opened the hood to show the engine, "what's a pretty girl like you got an interest in cars for."
He was much older than her, maybe close to 60, but had kept good physical condition, she noticed. The only thing that gave him away was the creases around the eyes, the weathered tan and graying facial hair.
"I, um," she blushed as she stumbled over her words, which made him grin again. "my dad, we used to tinker" she finally managed. "I'd better go to work" she said, and pulled her scarf tighter.
He closed the hood, and looked straight into her. Her stomach tighten and she felt a tingling between her legs. "It's Friday". He said. "we always have drinks here on a Friday. You are more than welcome for an intimate viewing" ..the cars," he added, after a deliberate pause, and she blushed again. "right" she said, and as she went to turn he held out his hand. "Jack" he introduced himself, as she took it. They were calloused and covered in nicks and scars from hard work. "I'm Millie" She let go then almost scurried away from what felt like an invisible x ray, was that the car that got her hot or did she really have a thing for someone close to forty years her senior?
The work day passed reasonably uneventfully, she filed claims, processed orders, and advised customers on solutions. The carpet laying and cleaning business wasn't much, but it was a job and in the small town, women were lucky to get one.
The door buzzer rang and she hardly looked up, just continued filing and stapled a bunch of papers.
A cough, and she looked up, right into the xray eyes that seemed to wrap around her and reveal all her innermost secrets.
"No need to get up, just paying my bill" jack smiled at her
"I'm sorry, Tina usually..." she snatched it from him almost tripping over her desk as she came towards him.
He had never been in here before, she didn't even know he had an account, what was the name of that workshop again. .?
"I'll see you tonight. Keep smiling" he laughed as he left, and the door chimed as his faded blue overalls moved out to a dodge pick up truck on the car lot. Jack em' up classic car repairs. He was jack. Right, gotcha, she'd not made the connection. They weren't a large client, but sometimes the girls out back would get classic car upholstery to re do. They weren't interested in cars, those girls, so they'd not talked about what model it was from or anything like that, just made a pattern, cut and stitch, just another job. For them.
Millie loved everything about classic cars, the look, the sound, the smell.
That evening as she headed for the open side door of the workshop she heard a clink of bottles, some blues music and hearty laughter pour onto the tarmac outside. She took a deep breath and stepped in. There were half a dozen people standing and sitting around a low table, and a couple more leaning over the engine of a triumph TR2.
The chatter softened and everyone looked at her. "Millie " Jack's voice boomed behind her, and he clapped her on the shoulder, she jumped. "ooh, you like sneaking up don't you" she said, and he laughed. His eyes were partly glazed, and he held a large beer bottle loosely in his right hand. With his other arm draped around her shoulder her pulled her towards the table. "everyone, this is Millie, likes the cars.." he mumbled An older woman looked at her down the cigarette she held in her mouth. Was it a look of jealousy? Pity? Millie couldn't be sure.
"let me show you round" jack said pushing a drink into her hand, and weaved her past a valiant, a charger, and more car shapes that started to blur into darkness.
She woke from the cold, at first, and then realized she couldn't move. Her eyes were wide open, but she couldn't see a thing. Total darkness. She tried to wriggle but her wrists and ankles were bound. She felt nothing around her except her own weight on her wrists. She was hung like the vitruvian man, and she had no idea how high she was suspended or what was around her.
She panicked, and tried to scream. There was a rag in her mouth. She thrashed and heard a chain hit steel. The echo the room made made it the size of a normal garage, with no lining, one of the industrial buildings, the cars, it was coming back to her. What was in that drink?
Suddenly the whole room was white, and she squeezed her eyes shut. As she opened them and grew accustomed to the light she saw an array of mechanics tools on a bench in front of her. She looked up and saw she was suspended from a car hoist, cleverly engineered to hold a human, in a very compromising position.
She heard a hiss, and felt a blast of air at the small of her back. It made her arch forward and she tried to twist to see where it came from. The source of the air stayed out of sight, and then she was blinded once more as an opaque black stocking was slipped over her head, with the other end being wrapped around her neck loosely.
Another blast, longer this time, traveled down her back, lingering at her ass hole, then lightly blowing her exposed pussy.
Fuck. That was intense. Her whole body shivered.
A few short sharp bursts of air pounded her clit. The source must have been less than a foot away, the pressure was intense, but not painful.
