My name is Danielle. I'm in college and work as a waitress down at Carl's Tavern. I share an apartment with two roommates who go to the same college. I'm from a small town but this is my second year in the city and I'm getting used to how things work and what is different. It did take me a while to get used to how quick everything went on.
I'm about 20 and I can't say I have had a lot of experience in life. In my hometown, we were good church-going folk and we did our best to stay out of trouble. I had one boyfriend in high school but it all ended as we went to different colleges. He went to the local college but I wanted a better education and got a partial scholarship to a really good school. But it meant I had to move and that I needed a job to pay for everything else. The first thing that put me off about city living was how dirty everything seemed. In my hometown, there was a lot of dirt roads and everything certainly didn't sparkle, but things in the city were really...dirty...dingy...filthy really. My roommates always comment on how much I clean the apartment.
You can probably guess from the fact that I'm a waitress who is also in college that I don't have a lot of money. I do have a car. The only good thing I can say about it is I keep it very clean. But, it is older than I am and it is a piece of crap breaking down all the time. Today is no different. While driving to my job my car just shuts off. No sputter, no weird sounds, nothing. Just dies, and right at the intersection. I quickly jab the consol to turn on my hazards and of course, being evening rush hour traffic, I get a lot of horns and fingers back at me. I open my door and try to push the car to the side of the road but I couldn't get it to move. Suddenly, the car jerks forward and I hear a couple of guys behind me pushing the car.
"Hey there! We can push it over to that parking lot. Hop in and steer!"
Three guys were in the car two cars behind me. They were all quite muscular and well built and they didn't even need to strain to push my little junker car. I hopped in and steered as they pushed my car up and off the road into a small lot.
"Okay! That's good!" one of them yelled.
I pushed on the brake and the car squealed to a stop. I opened my door to thank them and they were already running back to their car so as to not stop traffic any more. My knights were running off to save another damsel somewhere.
I put my hand on my forehead and sighed, standing dumbfounded in the parking lot wondering what to do next. I didn't have a cell phone. My friend Mike, who normally fixed my car, is away for an entire week. And...I needed to get to work. It was a hot day and I was starting to sweat a little which was going to ruin my hair and makeup. I mentally prepared for getting chastised when I finally got to work...whenever that may be.
That was when I saw my salvation in the distance. I saw a garage about two buildings down so I decided to give it a try. It was about my only hope.
Dressed in my uniform I wore a black skirt, white stockings, black heels, and a white button up blouse. My hair was tied back in a tight ponytail. My attire was somewhat out of place for where I happened to be walking. The restaurant I worked was somewhat of an upscale place so we tried to look the part. It made me good tips but it took me forever to get ready every day.
As I walked in, a scruffy mechanic seemingly out of the movie Deliverance sat at the front counter. He was watching a small television off on the side and eating a candy bar when he saw me. I am never one to brag, but I like to think of myself as a good looking woman. I'm fit and trim. I have healthy long blonde hair and clear tanned skin. Many people have told me I have a pretty face. And I have to say I look good in a bikini. Judging from this guy's reaction, he agreed that I looked good as well.
"Well...Hello there ma'am. What can I do you for?"
"Hi..." I looked around the room and nothing seemed clean. Even for a waiting room, this was dismal. I would hate to see what the bathrooms look like. "Um...I'm not sure what you can do but...my car..." I said pointing out the window, "...broke down. I'm not sure what is wrong with it."
"Well you came to the right place then missy! That is just what we do here."
"I'm afraid...I don't...I don't really have any money though."
The man took pause and then said, "Well...let's see what is wrong with it and then we can talk about the price. How does that sound?" He looked at me with a weird glaring eye as he scanned my body. I had some serious doubts about his intentions, but I was desperate. I thought if I can't afford it, I can still just take it over to Mike.
"I just need one thing from you pretty lady..." He said finishing on a low note and leaning over the counter.
I paused and stared in suspense.
"I need your keys there little lady." He said with a smile.
I smiled back at him, "Oh...of course" I said as I handed him my large collection of key chains with a few keys on it.
"Bobby!" he yelled through an adjacent open door causing me to jump. "Come here and pull this car in!"
A younger and no less dirty man walked in through the door and grabbed the keys. He was filthy wearing black coveralls that looked like they started as a light blue. His hair was a mess but if cleaned up a bit, he would certainly be datable. Even a bit hot I dare say.
"Sure thing Mitch...where's the car?"
Mitch pointed out the window at my car. Before Bobby could run out the door, he paused and took a look at me. His staring made me feel self-conscious and he wasn't very subtle in his opinions of me.
"Good lord...what has He delivered to us today?" he said as he tossed a rag over his shoulder and slowly walked towards me with a soft seductive look.
"Don't you worry about that right now...just go get the damn car!" Mitch yelled at him.
Bobby took off running for my car. I looked at him out the window and he had no trouble pushing it at steering it into one of the bays. He got some momentum and then just jumped in and steered it in. I looked at my watch and saw it was 5:50 PM and I was going to be late if I didn't hurry.
"Sir? I have to run to work. Could I call you tomorrow to find out what is wrong with it?"
"That shouldn't be a problem now...I just need a little information on you there." He pulled out a slip and wet a pen on the tip of his tongue. "What's your name missy?"
"My name is Danielle. Danielle Simpson."
After giving him the rest of my information, I started to get nervous about the time and also the potential cost of repairing my hunk of junk. God, just one rich boyfriend could fix all of this. Too bad I don't have one.
"Okay...We can't work on it too much tonight...we close in about ten minutes. We can get back to it in the morning."
"Okay...Thank you."
The thought occurred to me that since they were taking a liking to me, maybe a little flirting might help me avoid a large bill. My roommate Stephanie was a classmate of mine and she really taught me a few things about coming onto guys to get what you wanted. She would get guys to buy her meals and even pay her bills for her. She got professors to give her good grades and she got her boss to give her a promotion.
I saw my reflection in the glass of a cheesy car picture on the wall, fixed my hair over my shoulders, and licked my red lips slightly. I reached down to let my skirt ride up a little. I also managed to unbutton the top button of my blouse just before leaning over the counter playing the innocent schoolgirl.
This wasn't something I would have ever tried a few years ago. I was far too shy and would have been far too nervous even to try anything like this. My first year in college was a real awakening for me thanks to Stephanie. I started getting a few dates and then started fucking a few guys in school. I even tried it once or twice with some professors and my boss. Stephanie was right and I was always surprised to see how a little cleavage could help raise a test score or get a good tip.
"Gosh mister...I just hope it isn't too much. Like I said...I don't have much money." I said with a flutter of my eyes.
Mitch hesitated in his writing and his gaze looked up from the slip directly down my shirt onto my chest. He dropped his pen on the counter and I knew he could probably see the laced edges of my tan colored bra underneath.
"Oh...well...yeah...well...I'm sure we can...work...something out." He sputtered.
"Thanks Mister! I really appreciate it" I said with a little emphasis on my chest. I turned and ran out the door. Since my car was so unreliable, I knew the city's bus system. There was a bus stop just a block away to take me straight to work. I ended up being about 15 minutes late and got bitched out by my boss for another 10. Just the perfect end of a shitty night.
As it turned out, my tips were pretty shitty to match and I was able to walk out with about fifty bucks. Steve from work drove me home and I made it into my bed for the night just after midnight. The next morning I woke up just in time to get a ride to school with my roommates. After two classes and lunch, I got off to a study group before I had to be to work.
I got home after study group and there was a message blinking. Nobody else was home and I jabbed the button as I set my purse down on the table. It was Mitch...the mechanic.
"Uh...hello? This is for Danielle Simpson." He said in his rusty voice. "This is Mitch over at Kelly's Garage. We found what is wrong with your car but I can't say it is something cheap. Give me a call. Our number is..."
"Oh shit." I said out loud to nobody. My body slumped and pouted and I picked up the phone to call him back. Mitch answered right away.
"Kelly's Garage."
"Um...Hi. This is Danielle. You have my white Toyota in there. "
"Oh yes...the girl. Yes. We have your Toyota. As it turns out, your timing and fan belts broke. It looks like this is going to cost about $1,500 to get everything running again because they all did some damage up in there when they broke."
My eyes shut and I almost fainted. "But the car isn't even worth that much. Are you serious?! How am I supposed to pay that!"
