“So, that paint crew that does our work for us? They’re letting me practice my skills on test cars. I've wanted to try out a new type of paint that changes colors depending on where you're standing in relation to the car. If I let you pick out the color, can we use your Honda as a test subject?”
I look at her with a raised eyebrow. “You do understand that the car is more rust than anything else, right?”
“I do. Which means, darn, I’d have to properly prepare it so it’ll look good.” She knocks her shoulder against mine, smiling broadly. Grimacing, she admits, “Er, if it’s even a little off, it'll show up like a spotlight with this paint.”
“So what you're saying is that this could either be brilliant, or the car could theoretically look worse than it does now.”
“That's exactly what I'm saying.”
“How long do you think it’ll take?”
“I think we’ll have your car finished by tomorrow, and then I can take it, so…probably another week?”
I shrug. “Sure.”
I get called back into the office to check someone out and realize that this is the first time I've been anywhere where I feel accepted for who I am, and I’m actually interested in the job itself. I didn't realize that was even possible.
* * *
Over the next few days,Carter and I fall into a pattern. He wakes me up out of a dead sleep with some new unholy way to keep me at the edge of an orgasm for twenty minutes before finally giving up and letting me loose. He also likes to see his cum on my body, then help me to wash it off and get ready for the day.
As for the shop, I take care of all the office stuff and chat with Sally in my free time, sometimes helping her. Now that my engine’s fixed, she gives me a hand sander and has me knock down all of the rust around my car.
“This reminds me of my shop class back in high school.” I feel oddly fond of Miss Leslie as I recall how much I hated sanding.
“I'd let you use the belt sander, but it's a good idea to practice with a manual sander first so you don’t put a hole in your own damn car.”
“Fair enough.”
She comes by to inspect my work a few times, and once she’s happy that the rust is gone, she shows me how to Bondo. Once that’s dried, she shows me where a finer sandpaper grit could help out some of the transition spots. By the end of it, my car looks a little bit like a reverse Dalmatian, but at least it’s ready to be primed and painted. I choose an iridescent white since having such a dark car always meant it was hot.
As we pull up to the paint shop, one of the guys leans in through the open window. “Hey, Sally. You're using this to practice your painting, right?”
“Yeah.”
“The local vocational school was looking for volunteers for reupholstering. I mean, the upkeep on this car is pretty good, but it’s twenty years old. You think they'd be down for letting some vocational school folks redo their interior?”
She looks at me. I shrug. “Why not.”
* * *
We takeour evening shower together, then Carter dries me off while kissing several parts of me and sucking other parts just for fun. After dinner, we snuggle in bed while wearing boxers and watching yet another marathon ofThe Great British Bake-off.
Halfway into the third show, Carter trails his finger around the shell of my ear. “I'm surprised you keep letting the students work on your car. I thought you'd want to take it out for a spin, maybe go into Austin. You've got to be bored hanging out around here.”
I shake my head, trying to act like I’m not staring at his fat nipples. I’ve been obsessed with them since that first night when they got all hard. I give the one closest to me a few tentative licks, and his little shiver is all I need for permission.
After a few seconds of making him moan, I pause, realizing I haven’t answered his question. “I haven't been bored at all. The office work is fine. Not the most thrilling thing I've ever done, but it's necessary, and I like working with people. But I've been having a blast working with Sally.”
“Yeah, she's made you her bitch.”
“Whatever. I'm actually helping her, and I like the work. It's kind of cool to see a car come in sorta junked out and leave nice and shiny. So many people will just throw away a car and not care, but many of these cars can be refreshed, repurposed, reused. I think it's neat.”
His muscles contract, and I know that the idle sucking with each conversational pause is driving him crazy.
Two can play at the game of edging, sir.
Running his fingers through my hair, he brushes it off my forehead. “Really? You like that work?”
