by Jaye Diamond
“Where are you headed next?” Harris asks, squinting at me in the bright sun as he backs out of his driveway.
“The closest big city I can find,” I say, as we drive through parts of Harris’ small town that barely seem awake yet. There’s something really appealing about this peaceful, laidback place, but I can’t wait to find some excitement. I tell Harris this, then explain my more mature, practical reasons for choosing a big city, so he won’t think I’m a total fool. “I want to get a job and an apartment, or rent a room, in a place where there’s good public transportation; so I won’t have to buy another car when mine stops running.”
“Not a bad plan,” Harris says, “but you’ll have a better start in a new place if you have more money saved, and a job lined up, when you get there. I know mechanics and classic car dealers all over Southern California. If you work in the business long enough, or if auto restoration is your hobby, you make connections. Stay a little longer and work at the shop, and you could earn some extra money while I find you a job in a big city.”
“That would be too much,” I say, even though I would love an excuse to spend more time with him. I would put my dreams of big-city living on hold for this mechanic without hesitation—if I could be sure he actually wants me around. “I won’t let you do that.”
“Is my cooking that bad?” Harris teases. “It’s been a while since I fed it to someone else.”
I didn’t know he could tease. I guess he’s finally warming up to me, instead of just grudgingly looking out for the young girl he met on the side of the road.
“No, no,” I say quickly. “Dinner was delicious. The best thing I’ve eaten in months.”
“Then don’t make me eat alone.”
“You made me eat alone,” I blurt, before I can stop myself, and my flush deepens.
“I did that because . . . because of my business partner. I got a text from Pat before I left the table. We’ve been . . . disagreeing lately.”
“About what?”
“I own a lot of land out here, including the land the shop is on. Pat wants me to sell it to this big shot, who wants to build a luxury retirement community on it. And Pat wants me to buy him out of our business with a cut of the profits from that sell.”
“Sounds like a good deal,” I say, hoping I’m not missing something, and sounding stupid. “Why won’t you take it?”
“Because expensive projects like that fall through all the time, and the last thing I want is for this peaceful area to be sold off again and turned into a landfill. That’s the sort of thing that can happen when an area out here isn’t serving another purpose.”
Is Harris actually that sentimental about a town out in the middle of nowhere? Maybe his business partner was right. Maybe he really is a big softie, beneath his rough exterior.
“Don’t mention the thing with Pat to the guys,” Harris says, as we pull into a spot in the shop’s parking lot.
I soon discover “the guys” are Harris’ employees: JB, Max, and Walter. Their chins drop to the floor when their boss walks into the shop with me and introduces us. JB has a dark, full beard and a burly build. Max is scrawny, doesn’t look much older than me, and has hair so blond it looks like it came from a bottle of bleach. Walter is forty-something and going gray, but has a fit, sculpted body like Harris.
He picks his chin up last and asks, “How do you two know each other?”
Harris explains how we met and tells the guys I’m going to temporarily work with them. Then he turns to me.
“Walter will show you how to work the register, and how to do some of the bookkeeping.”
“Bookkeeping?” I repeat. “I thought I’d mostly dust and sweep floors.”
“Dusting and sweeping floors aren’t the skills you should have on your resume when you move to a city,” Harris says. “The job market in an urban place will be competitive.”
Well, I can’t argue with that.
Harris is such a grown up and so smart, he makes me feel like a little kid, and very . . . not smart. I’m lucky he’s looking out for me, and not dwelling on my lack of common sense.
He grunts a few words at Walter, then goes into the garage with Max and JB.
“Let’s get started while things are slow,” Walter says.
He helps me fill out paperwork, then shows me around the front office and behind the register.
This is when the skills I acquired while waitressing, after school, come in handy. I’m used to making quick mental notes, and I make several as Walter gives me the quickest training I’ve ever received. He’s incredibly efficient and has a clear answer for every question I ask, making the whole process a lot less painful than I expected.
“Thank you so much for helping me learn all this stuff,” I tell him, after I ring up my first customer. “I know you didn’t plan on doing this today.”
Walter shrugs. “If my little girl was starting her first day somewhere, I’d want someone to give her the same treatment.”
“You have a daughter?”
“Mary Grace. She’s only a year younger than you. I’ll pass along your number to her, if you want. I’m sure you could use some female company, after spending so much time with Harris.”
“I’ve spent less than a full day with him.”
“That’s still a lot of time for people who aren’t used to the man.”
“He’s not that bad!” I laugh.
“No, he’s just hard to read.”
“Tell me about it,” I say dryly, looking at Harris through the big windows between the garage and the rest of the shop.
He’s dirty from oil and grease, black all over his arms, hands, smeared on his chin—and he’s slick with sweat.
He looks irresistible right now. He could bend me over the counter and do whatever he wants—get every inch of me as dirty as he is. I wouldn’t stop him.
Chapter Five
HARRIS
“How’s it going?” I ask, drying my thoroughly-scrubbed hands with a rag as I enter the front office.
Paige is sitting at the big desk in there, looking so tiny behind it.
“Great, so far,” Paige says, looking up from a huge ledger book.
“What’s Walter got you doing?”
“He wants me to figure out what inventory you’ll need to purchase soon, then he’ll double-check my work and tell me what I got right and wrong. Then I’ll see if I can do better next week.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” I say. “I want you to learn how to run a place like this.”
“Careful what you wish for. I might end up liking this town and opening my own shop,” Paige teases. “Then I’d be your competition.”
I snort at that and sling my damp rag over my shoulder. “Careful with talk like that. I might have to show you what happens when you don’t respect your elders.”
I might have to slap your little ass until it’s too sore to sit for a week. Then kiss it better, is what I don’t say, as a shiver runs up my spine, and the monster in my pants stirs.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Paige says, and rises to her feet, her hips swaying as she walks over to me with her chin held arrogantly high. “If you punish me, I might have to spill the beans about you and Pat, and your business secret.”
“What business secret?” a gruff voice asks.
Paige looks past me, her eyes growing big.
“Who’s behind me?” I ask, as my own eyes narrow.
“Eh—everyone,” she says, sounding sheepish.
I turn and see she wasn’t joking. Walter, Max, and JB are all staring at me like I have some explaining to do.
“Are you selling the shop, or the land? Both?” JB asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m not doing any of that,” I say, my tone firm.
“But Pat wants to?” Max guesses.
I don’t reply, and he adds, “We’ve heard about the real estate mogul who keeps passing through here. My pop said he reserved the best rooms at the local hotel for six months,
so no one else takes them, in case he and his lawyers need to stick around while they close a deal.”
“He’s wasting his money, and time,” I say, moving past Max, JB, and Walter’s hard faces. “It doesn’t matter what Pat wants. I’m not selling anything—and that’s all I have to say about the matter. Now, have something delivered for lunch, my treat, then get back to work.”
The guys don’t argue. They can tell I’m pissed, and need to cool off. Paige isn’t that observant—or maybe she is, but enjoys putting her hand on a hot stove.
“I’m really sorry. If I knew they were listening, I wouldn’t have opened my big mouth,” she says, following me into the garage.
She closes the door behind her, but I’m mindful of the fact that the guys can see us through the windows, even if they can’t hear us. Which means I can’t grab her and punish in the ways the dark side of me wants to. I can’t lean her against a car, push up her skirt, pull down her panties, and tease her pussy with my mouth until she’s begging through sobs for me to let her cum.
“But you did open your big mouth,” I say coldly. “And because of you, my guys are worried about their jobs. And when my guys are worried about their jobs, they don’t make life easy for Pat, which makes life harder for me.”
“Harris—”
“There’s a few things I still need to do to your car. If you want them done, leave me alone.”
PAIGE
“No,” I say, defiant. I can tell Harris is pissed, and wants to be alone, but I can’t leave things like this for another minute. Not after everything he’s done for me. “I’m not going anywhere until you let me make it up to you. Let me repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”
Harris takes a step toward me, his eyes dark, and the vibe he’s giving off is so intimidating that I find myself automatically taking a step back.
“I’ve helped you out since we met because you’re broke and alone,” he says, not sounding bitter, but harsh and frank. “You have nothing to offer me.”
“That’s not true,” I say, my heart pumping wildly in my chest, and loud in my ears.
I have something a man like him—who hasn’t dated in a while—might want. It’s too embarrassing to say out loud, but I would love to offer my body to him.
“I can make you dinner, for a week,” I say in a rush, brainstorming while I talk. “Clean and do your laundry.”
And I could even repay you with my virginity, if you want, I think, my pussy growing moist. Some people would pay big bucks for that sort of thing.
“What?” Harris says, his voice rising.
Fuck me. Did I say that last part out loud?
“You want to give me your virginity?”
I did! I said it!
“I—uh—yes,” I confirm, because why turn back now? I try to keep my voice calm, to not show how flustered I am, but my face is burning hot and my chest is rising and falling fast. “After I make you dinner tonight.”
“How do I know I’m getting the real thing?” he asks, his voice as dark as his eyes now.
“What do you mean?”
“I want you to get into the back of that car—” he nods toward a black minivan with tented windows “—and let me feel for myself if you actually have what you’re promising to give me.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I think that over. I should jump at any excuse for him to touch me, but then he’ll see how wet I am for him and I’ll never live down that much embarrassment.
I shake my head.
“Fine,” Harris says, “no deal then.”
Chapter Six
HARRIS
“Wait!”
Paige grabs my arm, stopping me from walking away as she avoids my gaze.
I can see her inner conflict clear on her face.
I should say I was bluffing—just seeing if she’d really go that far to make it up to me—but I didn’t ask for repayment with her little pussy. She’s the one who brought it up, so fuck it. I’m not letting her off the hook that easy. Whether she’s aware of it or not, this girl is obviously starved for attention, and looking for excitement, and I'm going to give her all the excitement and attention she wants, with my hands, mouth, and cock.
“Okay,” she says, letting go of my arm. “I’ll do it.”
I slide a black door open and Paige climbs inside the van, sitting stiffly in the backseat.
I climb in after her, not sparing a glance at the windows behind me before I slide the door shut. I don’t care if the guys saw us. They’re free to wonder what we’re doing back here; I just don’t want them to watch my fingers sliding into Paige’s virgin pussy.
“Put this under you, then take your panties off,” I order, handing her my damp rag.
Paige swallows audibly and does what I told her to with the rag. Then she hikes her skirt up around her waist, bringing white cotton panties into view. Holy fuck. They’re soaked, smelling like strong arousal. How did I not catch that scent earlier? I must have been too engrossed in the sight of her little tits moving up and down while she breathlessly made her offer.
“You’re wet for me already,” I say, and I can’t fight the smirk that tugs up one side of my mouth.
She gives a little nod and lifts her ass off the rag and seat, sliding her panties down, leaving them around her ankles.
“Mmm, you have the kind of pussy that makes a man’s mouth water,” I say, admiring her little cunt. It’s so wet, so smooth, and pink. “Put my hand on it.”
I feel tremors running through Paige’s hand as she grabs mine and places it between her legs. The innocent girl is growing more anxious with every passing second, and—despite how wet she is—I’m afraid I’ll hurt her if she doesn’t relax. I’m sure an orgasm will ease her nerves.
“I can't examine your perfect pussy while you're this tense,” I say, lightly stroking her bare lips. They're glistening with her juices. “I'm gonna make you cum for me first. What does your little pussy like, when you touch it?”
“I d—don't really know,” she stammers. “I don't touch myself like that.”
“You've never had an orgasm?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yeah. Is that weird?”
No, it's so hot my cock can barely stand it. I feel like I’m about to cum in my pants.
“Not weird, just rare,” I say. “I’ve never touched such a pure cunt.”
Paige makes a small sound in her throat as I slide my middle finger along her pussy slit, gently pressing it in farther. She spreads her thighs wide and throws her head back when another finger joins in, rubbing her folds and clit.
With my thick fingers caressing her core, I have so much control over the pretty young thing, and it’s beyond sexy. I can guide her to her first orgasm or keep her from it, drawing it out and building it up.
She’s panting now and moving her hips, trying to increase the pressure on her hard nub. I slow my movements and she makes a sound of protest.
“Not like that,” she whines. “I think I need it harder.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, my smirk returning. “Does your pussy need it rough?”
“Yes, please,” she says, her voice coming out raw as her whole body flushes pink, like the unclaimed heaven between her legs. “Be rough with my pussy.”
I slap her pussy like I wanted to slap her ass earlier, and she lets out a shaky gasp, sweat forming on her brow. I want her to cum that way, to the mercy of punishing force, but that wouldn’t be right. She is a virgin, after all. She’s trusting me with something precious and that can’t be forgotten—not even by my fucked-up mind.
I take a deep breath and will myself to show some restraint, switching from the slap to fast, relentless circles, pressed against her wet clit.
Paige cries out, every muscle in her body becoming taut before they loosen up, and warm cream hits my fingers, the sticky sweetness making a mess as it spreads and soaks through my rag.
I’ll definitely have to get the backseat of this ride detailed before I give it back to
my best customer. He might be pissed he’ll have to get it back a day late, but losing his business is a price I’m willing to pay for the sake of a private moment with this pretty pussy in the middle of my lunch hour.
“You’re so relaxed now, my little angel.” I run my tongue along a vein in her neck before I nip at her earlobe. Her breathless squeak, in response, makes my cock jump. “And your cunt must be slicker than grease.” I tease her opening with one grease-stained finger to see if I’m right. I am. “You can take two of my fingers without them hurting you. I’m putting them inside, okay?”
Paige licks her lips, still looking dazed from her orgasm. “Okay.”
I curl my fingers as I fill her tight pussy with them, searching for a pleasure point while I graze the proof of her innocence.
Paige’s hips and thighs jerk and she grabs the edge of the bottom of her seat. “Wuh—what are you...?”
“Do you like it?” I thrust my fingers in and out, hitting that pleasure point as my cock twitches with her pussy.
“Feels good,” she moans, and moves with my fingers, helping me discover the exact strokes she likes. Like with her clit, she wants it fast and a little rough. I give that to her, over and over, until I feel her pussy clench and the rest of her trembles.
Chapter Seven
PAIGE
“Wow, angel, you are the real thing,” Harris says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting my wetness. I blush furiously, feeling shy as I watch him lick his hand clean, even after every dirty thing he did to me. “I can’t wait to pop your cherry.”
“It’s a deal then?” I ask, while I clean myself up as best as I can with his rag.
He nods, but then he shakes his head when I try to hand the rag over. “I’ll need your panties too. You can’t put them back on. They smell like your pussy, and I don’t want anyone smelling your pussy but me.”