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Francesca–Frankie–especially. She’d gotten into it, definitely, but taking her cherry made it very clear she’d never done it before.
While my brain was all kinds of tangled staring at her, the one who got away with my cum deep inside her, she was freaking out that she might be out of a job because of what happened on Saturday night.
She may have taken money for sex, but I’d been the one to give it to her.
We were even.
But I could take this job from her, yank it away like a rug beneath her feet. In this, we weren’t nearly close to even.
No doubt if Jackson or Rocky ran a business and she’d showed up at their place of work–if they had jobs–they’d have used sex against her. Sexually harassed her or worse. I wasn’t coercing an employee into sex, even if I imagined her on her knees as she tried to take as much of my dick as she could down her throat.
Thank fuck for loose coveralls because I was now picturing exactly that. Which made me feel like shit, because it meant I was just like Jackson or Rocky. I’dbeen exactly like them on Saturday. I couldn’t do anything like I was imagining here in my shop.
Plus, and my inner caveman was bringing this point up–if I didn’t give her a job, then would she go back to Rocky’s again and fuck another guy?
“As long as you’re as skilled as you say, the job is yours,” I said. Now it was hers to lose.
Her shoulders slumped in relief. A smile even turned up her lips. Lips I’d kissed. Tasted.
“No sex?” she asked.
“No sex,” I replied. My dick didn’t like the idea at all, but it couldn’t happen.
“Okay.”
“I’ve got two oil changes, a loose timing belt, and switching snow tires onto Mrs. McCormack’s car. Start with the oil change in bay one. Show me what you’ve got.”
I’d never seen her look so excited. Hell, she looked more eager to change the oil on an old Buick than she did before having sex with me.
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I spentall day making sure I did the best job ever. Oil changes, no big deal. Loose timing belt? Quick fix. Shep had gone out on a tow and I’d been proactive in starting on the snow tires.
I also spent all day thinking about Shep.
Was it another bit of bad luck that my new boss was the guy from Saturday night? He hadn’t been a jerk to me then, and hadn’t been today. Still though, he could change his mind about me working for him at any time. He could also change his mind about wanting sex. While I’d seen him watching me and Idefinitely had given him a bunch of secretive looks of my own, it had been completely tame.
I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
My conclusion was that there was something wrong with me. Had he not enjoyed himself Saturday night? Was that all it was, a fun Saturday night? Was he a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of guy and figured he was in the clear?
He was seeing the real me. No hairspray. No mascara. No body spray.
I doubted his dick got hard for a simple braid or a girl in grease covered, shapeless coveralls. I smelled like motor oil and orange degreaser soap. I wasn’t Francesca. I was Frankie.
One of the guys.
I knew better than anyone that guys left. Dad did and left us high and dry when I was a kid. Marcus must’ve learned from him because he bailed on me, too. Stole my hard earned money and left me in the lurch. Left me homeless.
Now I had a guy I was going to depend on for money, an actual salary, and he could take it all away from me, too.
What made it worse was that I was willing to risk it all for another kiss. For his head once again betweenmy thighs. For him to fuck me with that huge dick, because I had a feeling he’d ruined me for all other guys my very first time.
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