“You must be kidding. If I don’t get it fixed before they come home tomorrow night, I might as well kiss the trip to Asia goodbye.”
“So, we’ll get it fixed,” Sarah said.
“With what? Do you have any money? I’m telling you my dad is going to freak when he sees the car.”
“I’ll call John; he’ll know what to do. He’s the head mechanic at work. He’ll help us. Now stop worrying.”
I could have murdered her. My dad had just brought this BMW sports car. He’d only had it for two weeks. My parents had gone on a business trip and they said Sarah could stay over. After all it had been quite a few years since we’d had any contact and they were happy for me to have company, to have her back in my life.
But Sarah had taken the keys, run down to the car, and hit the accelerator. The tires had squealed, and the car shot out of the drive and straight into the fence across the road.
“He’s going to fucking kill me,” I was complaining. “We could have had so much fun in Thailand, or Vietnam or fucking anywhere but you’ve ruined it all.”
I’d also planned to surprise her by suggesting a quick trip to France but now that might all be out of the question.
I could hear her speaking to John. The guy was a creep, but he was a workmate and therefore she said he’d do it as a favor. I trusted him like a rabid dog.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Call me back as soon as you’ve spoken to him.”
“Well?” I demanded.
“He’s making some calls. Just chill will you, okay?”
The phone rang. I let her pick it up. I was fuming.
“We’ll be right there,” she said. “John and the other mechanic Pete are going to fix it. They’re just working on their last job and said they’d stay back for us. See I told you it would be okay.”
“Just what I feel like doing, sitting in a fucking cold garage.”
I was still mad and hoped we were doing the right thing getting the guys to even touch my dad’s car.
We drove to the garage which she worked for. It was in a seedy part of the neighborhood. John had told her to toot the horn and they’d open up for us which they did. It was dark, and when I saw the guys were still in their overalls, I finally felt relieved. Maybe things would work out okay.
“Hi Pete,” Sarah said, smiling sweetly at him.
“John said you’ve got a bit of a problem and looking at this fender I can see why. The things you chicks do to get in here to see us has me flattered. I could have stayed home in bed all day.”
Exactly what I’d intended to do but well Sarah just liked drama in her life. I sighed as I listened to them talking.
“We’ll have to work all night to get this in the condition it was in before, he said, running his hands over the bonnet, caressing it lovingly.
Men and their cars!
“Oh, thanks,” I breathed thinking I’d better show some appreciation, after all they didn’t owe me anything, I didn’t work for the company.
“What do you think you can do for us in return?” he asked.
“What?” I asked dumbfounded. I hadn’t even thought of how I or should I say we were going to pay for it.
I peered around the workroom. There was another guy there. I was desperate to get their help so whatever they wanted; I was cool with it. I had had sex with a guy before, so I didn’t really mind doing it again under the circumstances. Sarah owed me heaps so why not, what other choice did we have.
The thought of getting it fixed without paying appealed to me on many levels. I’d always wanted to participate in an orgy and thought why not, just this once and get it off my bucket list
But that’s not what these guys really wanted.
Pete began feeling Sarah up, his greasy hand leaving prints on her top where he’d grabbed her breast and the other two guys were eyeing me.
“Hey, not until the job’s done,” I said, “you and Sarah can do it on work’s time whenever you feel like it.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Melissa.” Pete laughed. “But I guess you’re right. This is Brian and you know John,” he said, introducing us. “Go and wait in the tearoom. We’ll be as quick as we can.”
The guys pulled off the fender and started hammering. We sat in their small office while they continued with the job so I could keep an eye on them.