3 - The Test Drive
"That looks good Sabrina. Very, very good."
"Thank you, and good morning," Sabrina replied softly. She smirked at the way Monica was staring. It was all very familiar for her - things had been much the same during her early days at lab. Those who held power over her took pleasure in dressing her up and walking her around.
The costume she'd been given this morning was especially revealing, and in some ways actually quite clever. With well practiced strides she balanced atop transparent acrylic high heels which were quite steep, adding at least five inches. In Monica the retired bikini model's house swimwear was king, so she wore a hot pink bikini top. Though the straps were well prepared for the stretch of her breasts, the cups certainly were not, as they provided cover for only slightly more than just her nipples. She was constantly, to Monica's amusement, adjusting to keep them centered over her expansive tits as with her every movement atop those heels the springy straps bounced them about.
The clever part of Sabrina's outfit was the matching pink hot pants, which had a custom pocket in the front where she could stuff her ponderous genitals. Though it displayed them blatantly with a mighty bulge that dangled and swung between her upper thighs it offered plenty of needed control, keeping them mostly out of the way while she did her errands.
Errands. That was the other thing striking her so familiar about her living situation with the wealthy Monica Swanson. Much like the goddesses she'd seeked to please in that Arizonian lab, she'd found herself fulfilling tasks, like a servant to her master.
Monica was smiling as she approached, her eyes running up and down, taking in the absurd sexuality of her incredibly endowed dual-sexed blonde's swaying, jiggling gait. She reached out to accept the tumbler Sabrina offered, and brought the thick drink to her lips.
"Hmm. Can you blend this smoothie longer? I can still feel the alfalfa sprouts. It's gritty." She handed the glass back to Sabrina. "Go on... back to the kitchen, now..."
Sabrina took the glass and turned, then resumed her walk. She could feel her eyes on her back. She gave a flip of her blonde hair, then smiled softly when she heard a little sigh of admiration from her master.
"So I've got my appointment at the spa today," Monica said as she rolled out her yoga mat. "The thing is though, I double scheduled. My car is scheduled for service this afternoon."
Sabrina plunked the tumbler into Monica's magic bullet, and the blades began to whir. She gave it a good minute.
"You know how to drive, don't you?"
"Mm? Drive?" Sabrina started on her way back.
"Yeah. To get the car to the garage today."
"Oh, right," Sabrina said. She handed the glass back to Monica. "Uhm... I don't do that much..."
"But you do, right? Good." Monica put the glass aside and got down onto her yoga mat. "Bring the car to the garage for two pm today."
"Oh, are you sure? Maybe you should just reschedule."
"No, I'd rather not. They have a waiting list, it could be weeks. All you have to do is drive it down there and they'll take over."
Sabrina was nervously wringing her hands together beneath her chest, looking extremely hesitant. "Er... oh...kay..."
***
She stood outside now in the sunlight, dressed far more decently in a 'good girl' outfit of black tights and a short skirt with a red knitted sweater. A black baseball cap sat on her head, tilted low to hide her face. While pulling repeatedly on the doorhandle she clicked buttons on the keyfob. Surely one of them had to unlock it. Eventually she had access, so she ducked inside the expensive vehicle.
Sabrina wasn't licensed, and her driving experience amounted to a few laps around the block in Paul's car, about a year before. She basically had zero idea what she was doing. It was going to be a major ordeal getting there.
"Hm..." She hovered the key fob around at the base of the steering wheel, looking for a spot to insert. Paul's Toyota took the key there, why didn't Monica's Mercedes? It took a while of playing around, but eventually she found that sitting on the brake while pushing a button would start up the car.
After remembering how to put the car into reverse she stepped on the gas, and the car launched suddenly down the driveway. In doing so the trunk, which apparently unlatched while she was playing with the keyfob, flew open. "Oh shit!"
She'd forgotten to buckle her safety belt as well, and she was draped over the steering wheel. "Ughh, unreal! I just hope I make it there!"
***
Never in her life had Sabrina been so terrified. At the dealership she eventually stumbled out of the car, wide eyed and trembling, with it resting diagonally between two parking spots. There hadn't been any incidents, but there were more close calls than she cared to count. She got out, key in hand, and stumbled inside to the show room.
"Mrs Swanson?" A tall middle aged man in a suit approached her. "Oh. Uh, you're here for Monica Swanson's service appointment?" He was slightly stunned by the sight of her, having expected a familiar face and instead seeing a bold new one. He quickly took her in, head to toe, stopping for the briefest indulgence on all the sweatermeat stretching her red top.
"Yes." She held the keyfob out to him, "please... take this away from me!"
"Sure thing," he crooned, suddenly turning suave. "I'm Keith DeMarco, the manager of this fine dealership. " He held out his hand, "and we're glad to be of service, miss...?"
"Sabrina," she said, shaking his larger hand.
"Great! Great. I see Mrs Swanson has found help. Such a busy woman. You just make yourself comfortable, grab a coffee or a tea. I'll have them get started immediately." He put a hand over her upper arm and hugged her to his side while he began to walk, guiding her towards the lounge. "It should only be two hours tops."
"Okay," she said. It took him a moment to release her, but when he did she continued walking a few steps in that direction. As soon as he left she stopped there and just looked around. It was a big, spacious place, with gleaming sports cars and SUVs parked for display. It was also very busy.
"Alright hun, you just march those papers over here. Yeah, yeah... that's a good girl."
Sabrina turned to watch a man in mechanic's coveralls slouching in a chair behind the service desk. He dropped an oily rag onto his lap and held out his hand for his papers, guiding Sabrina's to look upon the subject of his drawling request. A young woman was scowling to herself as she clicked on her high heels toward him. "There, Tim."
"Thanks." He looked at the sheet for a quick instant, then, "oooh, sorry sugartits, I wanted the other one. Could you go over there and get me the other one?"
Her scowl tightened, and she turned and left. He chuckled to himself and leaned back in his chair, watching her go... and Sabrina found herself doing much the same.