1. Full i****t service


    Date: 5/29/2017, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Author: bossinmotion, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    of a particular model- every one ever sold in every country- over and over during that car's lifetime and throughout all of its owners, because even the replacement parts are designed to fail. It's a rip-off and it's downright criminal." "Where'd that fuckin' dirt bag, Randy, put our order?" Dave asked as Dick and Gigi solemnly nodded their heads at Mom's comments. "I don't know," Dick answered, "isn't it by the door?" "Look in the office," Gigi advised, "he probably brought it in there so he could talk to the girls." "Darin, do me a favour and ask Carrie and Dawn if our parts order is in there?" Dave asked as he walked towards the rear of the shop. A quick glance through the window found Dawn still looking at me, her smile wider as Carrie was also looking now, smiling as well as she spoke to her very alluring friend. As I've mentioned, I'd never been nervous around people before, therefore I really wasn't equipped to deal with my growing apprehension. So, after a short, almost fearful pause while Mom went on to talk about 'bullshit maintenance procedures', I began a stiff legged walk towards the office door. Inside, I found myself in a more or less expected area with seating along the wall opposite the window that comprised of different car seats, modified with legs that allowed them to sit properly on the floor. They were all clean, as was the rest of this area, with a pedestal style ashtray available for their possible occupants. Above them, the wall was covered with ...
    pictures of powerful looking cars and Harley Davidsons, some that looked like they were on show with trophies in front of them, sometimes a scantily clad woman, and some that looked like they were in the middle of a race. Under the large window sat a low rack with eight or ten car batteries, beside that another rack with an array of wiper blades, and more displays of other various and unidentifiable automotive parts. To my right was the man door that led outside, one of those red and chrome, coin operated peanut dispensing machines beside it. Towards the rear, the service counter jutted from the outside wall, stopping to leave enough room to get by between it and the large window to the rest of the garage. On the wall behind it, more automotive parts occupied shelves that spanned its length. These were larger items, most of them shiny chrome, or polished aluminum. Standing there, completely out of my element, I mustered what little social courage I was suddenly left with and spoke with a polite smile as I approached the wide, wooden countertop that the two women sat behind. "Hello, my name is Darin." "Hey, Darin," the inked lady replied, smiling back while checking me out, her friend actually licking her lips as I came to a stop on what felt like the safe side of the counter. "I'm Carrie and this is Dawn." Carrie, her dirty blonde hair hanging just past her shoulders with Egyptian style bangs, had blue eyes and her approximately five-five body looked to be in good shape. Somewhat ...
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