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"Hello, WC Auto Service, how may we help you?"
"I need to get a service done on my Toyota Corolla" said Lisa. "Can you do it in my driveway this Saturday at 11am?"
"Please hold while I check our bookings." There was a brief pause on the line. "That should be fine. Our mechanic, Brad, will be able to do it."
"Great," said Lisa. "My address is 285 Altona Street. I'll be expecting Brad on Saturday. Bye."
Lisa Jackson was 35 years of age, 5'8" and was an average weight for her height. She worked out at least three times a week and also tutored self-defense classes on Tuesday evenings at the local high school. Her body was toned with well-defined curves. Her hair was shoulder length and brown, but she kept it in a loose "up-do" showing off her long neck. She had an aura of confidence and good health about her.
Lisa was currently head of security at a nearby shopping mall, with 25 people reporting to her. She worked for IXX Secure, a top-notch security firm. She had been in that role for two years and was extremely shocked and disappointed when she was recently passed over for a promotion to area manager covering five malls. Lisa had always been career-focused and achieved her goals through commitment and hard work. She had started her working life by joining the police department where she spent eight years as a uniformed officer and five years as detective. While she was a detective, she spent a year doing undercover work and a year doing hi-tech surveillance. She left the force as a Detective Sergeant to take on the security role at nearly double her police salary. Lisa maintained strong friendships with half a dozen officers still on the force and kept regular contact with them.
Lisa's private life had included a couple of steady relationships that lasted 2 - 3 years. She blamed her shift work as a cop as the biggest reason the relationships went cold. When she was not in a relationship, she couldn't fight off the urge to get off at least once a week. She even had a collection of toys in her bedside drawer. Sexually, she was a late bloomer but learned how much she enjoyed getting off when she was 18 and found her parents' stash of porn videos. She always took the opportunity to watch the tapes and play with herself when her parents went away for the weekend and left her home alone. Through watching the tapes she had found she wasn't adverse to the girl/girl scenes. In fact, they turned her on. Over the years, she had a couple of one-night encounters with women, finding little interest in pleasuring them but intense sexual satisfaction when they went down on her.
Lisa now lived in her own house and planned to pay off the mortgage within 12 months. The house was a modest two story with three bedrooms upstairs and the living areas downstairs. There was a garage on the side of the house and in the back yard was a semidetached small studio/guest room with an en suite bathroom. Lisa had the studio set up as her gym complete with a mirror wall, floor mats and a treadmill.
It was now Saturday and Brad was browsing his mornings schedule on his PDA. "No big jobs. I should easily finish by lunchtime," he thought to himself. Brad worked for WC Auto Service and operated their mobile service unit. He had done his trade training with WC Auto Service and stayed on as a mechanic. Being a mechanic was natural to Brad. He had developed a passion for motorbikes in his teen years and spent many hours working on his and his friends' motocross bikes. He was now 24 years old, but living at home with his parents. Brad was 5'10" and on the lighter side of average for his height. He had a steady girlfriend of two years and they were planning to get their own place once their finances allowed.
At 10:55 am Brad pulled into Lisa's driveway. Brad rang the doorbell and Lisa appeared at the door in her gym leotards. "Ms. Jackson?" Brad asked.
"You must be Brad from WC Auto Service," Lisa said, smiling. When Brad looked at her questioningly, she continued teasingly, "It says it on your shirt." Brad grinned sheepishly when she gave him the car keys.
"This is only a minor service. So I'll be about 40 minutes," Brad explained.
"Follow me," said Lisa as she wandered past him and across to the garage.
Brad admired Lisa's form in the leotard as he followed behind her.
"Well there is the car. I'm about to start my exercises, so I'll most likely be in the gym when you finish. You can just go through the door at the back of the garage and you will find the gym."
"No problem," Brad replied as he turned back to his vehicle to get his equipment.
Lisa disappeared back into the house.
Brad completed the service, packed up his equipment and grabbed his bookwork from his van. He went to the glove compartment of Lisa's Corolla to fill out the service log. When he grabbed the book, he noticed something else in a plastic bag in there. Curiosity got the best of him. He pulled it out and his pulse raced as he recognized that it was a vibrator. Quickly glancing over his shoulder to make sure he was alone, Brad undid the bag seal and brought the bag to his nose. Inhaling deeply, his cock went instantly rock hard at the strong women scent filling his nostrils and Brad's images of Lisa in her leotard. Reluctantly, Brad put the plastic bag back and completed the paper work.
He went to find Lisa by going through the garage and out to the gym. The gym door was open and fast beat music was pumping inside. Brad stood in the doorway, greeted by a rear view of Lisa on all fours doing thigh stretches. Lisa slowly stood and muted the music when she saw him watching her.
"How did it go?" she asked.
"All done. It comes to $250," he replied. "Would you like to pay in cash or with a credit card?"
"Oh. That's a little more than I was hoping to pay. Is there anything I can do so you will reconsider the fee?" Lisa asked coyly as she dropped her gaze to his bulging pants and lingering there before making eye contact again.
Brad's mind began to swim. His pulse raced. He always thought he would be faithful to his girlfriend, but now his hormones were making the decisions. Lisa knew Brad's hesitation meant that she had him. Before he could reply, she stepped forward and put her hand on his pants, pressing against his cock.
"Let's say we fire the rocket and call it an even $150," said Lisa softly into Brad's ear.
"O-O-OK," Brad stuttered as he thought he was going to come in his pants. "T-T-That sounds fair but you won't tell anyone?"
"Of course not," Lisa purred, pretending to be offended. "It'll be our little secret." said Lisa. "Well, I need a shower first and from the looks of you, you could use one as well. Just go through that door and jump in the shower. I'll go grab a rubber from the house and come back and join you."
Brad entered the en suite, quickly took off his clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor. He got the shower temp right and stepped in. Lisa returned with a condom and placed it on the sink top. She then peeled off her leotard while Brad watched. He was mesmerized by her toned body; firm breasts and neatly trimmed bush. She entered the shower cubicle and embraced him under the full flow of water. Brad's cock was pressed up between their stomachs. Lisa moved back a little and grabbed his cock with one hand, maneuvering it so the head pressed against her pussy lips and started rubbing the shaft. Brad lost control of himself and came all over Lisa's bush and inside her thighs.
"Oh," Lisa said, with a wry smile. "And you have me all turned on. How about sucking my clit and making me come," she said as more a statement than a question.
"Sure" said Brad feeling a little more embarrassed than disappointed at the fact that he didn't get to actually fuck her.
Lisa then washed the come off of her pussy and thighs. They both got out and toweled off in silence.
Lisa led Brad to a floor mat in the gym. She laid back on it, parted her knees and motioned for Brad to eat her. Brad had the knack when it came to eating pussy and eagerly took up the task. At first Brad slowly and gently ran his tongue up between Lisa's pussy lips, avoiding direct contact with her clit. He repeated this couple of more times until Lisa grabbed his head and thrust her hips upward to get direct contact on her clit. Brad knew then what she wanted.
There was more to Lisa's arousal than just the skilled oral assault. She thought maybe it was her position of control over Brad. She lay there as the pleasure built and turned to the wall mirror. Lisa watched as Brad's hand caressed her buttocks and his head bobbed around her crotch. Brad moved his hands around to the insides of Lisa's thighs, using his thumbs to part her pussy lips, He sucked Lisa's clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue against it over and over again. Lisa came powerfully watching the action in the mirror.
When Brad came up for air, he moved to lay beside Lisa on the mat. "Well I wouldn't like you to feel unsatisfied with the arrangement Brad." said Lisa. "So come back in the evening next week and you can screw me proper."
Brad thought for a moment. "How about Thursday?"
"It's a date," said Lisa, smiling coyly.
They got dressed and Brad changed the docket from $250 to $150. Whistling to himself, he left.
After Brad left, Lisa went into the house and sat at her PC. She carefully reviewed the hidden camera video of Brad eating her pussy. It clearly showed Brad's face but not hers and not showing the unique tattoo of the flock of bluebirds on her inner thighs. Lisa sighed with satisfaction. It had all gone to plan!
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Four Weeks Prior
Lisa was in her office at the mall and the phone rang. She looked at the display and recognized the number as Steve Black's, the national manager of her firm, IXX Secure.
"Hi, Steve." she answered.
"Hello, Lisa. Bad news I'm afraid. We are promoting Dave to area manager. You were very close to getting the job but there was a red review provided by the beauty salon, Oh Yeah Beauty, which dropped your score."
Lisa was stunned for a moment. Then suppressing her anger, she replied tightly, "Oh, thanks for letting me know, Steve," before hanging up the phone without letting him say more.
"That is bullshit!" Lisa exclaimed. "What the fuck did that bitch Cara say about me?" Lisa puzzled out loud.
Cara was manager of Oh Yeah Beauty, a salon which offered waxing and manicuring services as well as selling boutique beauty products. Cara had seven people working in the salon and split her time between the business admin and servicing customers. She was 26 years old, 5' 3" tall, had a slim build and blonde hair which she kept short.
Lisa left her office and headed down to see her confident Angie in the mall administration. Last year Lisa had helped Angie track down her 16 year old daughter when she ran away from home with her boyfriend. So Angie was keen to repay her debts to Lisa.
"Hi, Angie."
