(It would benefit the reader to read the first three chapters before diving into this portion of Missy's adventure.)
Missy walked up to the garage where she knew one of George's friends worked. Ever since making the jump and seeing George as more than just a friend, she had been having the desire to repeat that night's initial attempt at a sexy game of roulette with her on the table as the target. She had already tracked down by total accident his friend Roger when he came by with his delivery. It was in her mind to invite the other participants as well so they could replay the event, only with a better and more fulfilling outcome.
George initially was excited about the idea except that he thought the other guys might have been sadly disappointed. They were able to deposit their loads onto her face, but there wasn't really much done besides that and he feared getting them all together would be a challenge. Missy was raised on challenges and conquering them was what made her a prized employee at the different agencies she worked at. Already, Roger was invited and because she guaranteed his wife wouldn't find out, he agreed. Of course having her suck him off again in the back of his Fed Ex truck may have helped just a little bit. It just left three more guys and one worked at the garage she was standing at the door of.
As she walked into the garage, she noticed how there was only one bay and only one vehicle being worked on. Missy wasn't very educated on classic cars, so the fact that it had a classic look only made her more curious as she walked around. She almost missed the shape of the mechanic underneath the chassis as she walked around. She looked at the lump on the ground hiding under a set of dark blue coveralls. George only told her that his name was Dan and that he worked there, but neglected to tell her which cock he belonged to.
She looked around seeking to find a clue, but only found the different posters showing tools and parts and the obligatory calender with the barely clothed women posing around some muscle car. It was then she heard the sound of a phone ringing. Almost on instinct, she walked over to the work table and picked it up. The voice at the other end was grumbly, ancient sounding. He grumbled a question about where Dan was. It was then she could feel his presence behind her. He gently took the phone from her and talked into it.
"Mr. Williams? Yeah it will be done this afternoon. Oil changes for these models take a while just because they weren't built for convenience...Uh huh...I know you have a show this weekend...Yes I know you have to wax and polish it. I am almost done. No the girl wasn't my wife who answered. She was just visiting and talking while I worked. Sir, give me two hours. I am almost done. Ok, Bye."
The phone was hung up a little aggressively as Dan scoped Missy out. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together.
"Missy?"
"Hello Dan." She finally figured out that Dan was definitely one of the smaller guys from the party. This was starting to get interesting already.
"So have any plans for Saturday night?" she asked as she scoped him out. His body was hiding under his coveralls, but you couldn't miss his solid jaw nor his green eyes that flashed under his short blond tresses. As Missy began to mentally remember his body from the party, she could hear the hesitation in his voice.
