Page 241 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Me: I'm not interested in cock right now. I just left the worst job interview ever and all I want to do is head home and watch a movie

Marissa: I thought you didn't watch movies

Samantha: Yeah, you say they're a waste of time

Me: It turns out I need pop culture knowledge to excel in job interviews. I can't rely on my technical genius alone

Samantha: We should pop in Clueless and down a few bottles of wine

Me: I'm not the biggest drinker

Marissa: Why did you text us about your car trouble? We're not mechanics

Me: I figured you'd know someone who could help

Marissa: You'd have better luck hopping on Grindr and finding a man who knows his way around cars

Me: I'm sure it's not that bad. I probably need to reconnect the spark plugs or something

Samantha: You need to take a Cars 101 class. That should be mandatory for every new adult when they leave high school

Me: Ha ha, very funny. I'm going to haul my ass out and pop the hood. I'll see if something's wrong

Marissa: Let us know if you want us to come over with wine

Me: Will do, bitch

"These girls will be the death of me."

Shaking my head in amusement, I slide my phone onto the passenger seat and step out of the car.

I've barely popped open the hood when a loud sound reaches my ears.

Crack.

A metallic thud slams on the pavement as oil spurts on my shoes.

"You have to be kidding me!" I step back a moment too late, then lift my right foot in dread.

Ruined. There's no saving this. My perfect dress shoe I wore to my job interview is covered in black film. I doubt even Dawn dish detergent could get it off and that shit cleans everything.

That's when the vehicle pulls up next to me.

I lift my eyes toward the sexiest man I've ever seen.

Hilton

"I'll call you right—"

I'm about to kill the call with my assistant when I see the car stalled on the side of the road. I check the model and make, then grumble in disappointment.

These are supposed to be reliable cars. At least, they used to be.

Ever since the manufacturers started swapping out their expensive parts for cheap plastic ones, quality has gone downhill.

Before I bought my one hundred-thousand-dollar Mercedes G Wagon, I owned a similar one. This was back when I founded my business-to-business technology company.

I was eating Ramen noodles every meal and dreaming of the day when I'd own a beautiful German vehicle. My blue buggy with front-wheel drive got me from point A to point B and she never broke down.

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