I suppose if I had to describe myself, I would be just plain average. At twenty four years old I'm five foot nine inches tall and a slim build, dark haired and would classify myself as average looking. My experience with the opposite sex is nothing outstanding; the nine different girls I've made love to have all been a year or two younger than me. I tend to go more for curvy brunettes than anything else. The old adage that blondes have more fun just doesn't wash. My sexual encounters have been one on one, either in the back seat of a car or at a parent's house when an opportunity arose. There's never been anything slightly kinky, with the exception of Linda, my current girlfriend of six months. At twenty years old, Linda's sexually insatiable, she instigates and demands sex every time we go out. Not that I actually mind, but with previous girlfriends there had to be at least a slight hint of seduction before their panties could be removed.
Since I left school I've worked as a mechanic at a franchised Mazda dealership. This dealership is only one of a number of franchises that's owned under the umbrella of a group of local but prominent businessmen. The dealerships run from BMW, Jaguar down to the lowly Mazda dealership for whom I work. One of the wealthiest families in our city is the Healy's. While I've never laid eyes on Kelvin Healy, but his reputation as an uncaring, uncompromising, arrogant bastard is well known. But he's rumoured to be a millionaire several times over, and that buys a lot of clout around our town. Every two years or so he trades up his and his wife's BMW's and is therefore a valued customer to our overall business. This story revolves around his youngest daughter Leah, who brings her battered old Honda into our workshop for servicing and repairs. Now, old man Healy is a self made man and he doesn't cut his siblings any slack when it comes to money. If they want the luxuries of life, then they can bloody well earn them for themselves, just like he had to do. He certainly doesn't buy them flash cars to drive.
So every few months or so, Leah would bring her car in and for some reason I would generally end up working on it. To be honest, I've never really warmed to Leah, she's super confident with a bit of arrogance thrown in. But as I like my job, I'm always polite to her. I suspect that Leah's probably a year or two older than me. She's about my height, fair skinned and with long blonde hair. She's of slim build to the point of being a little skinny. She's pretty enough with big green eyes and a splattering of freckles over her nose which are normally covered with makeup. Although she's not my type of girl, I'm not immune to giving her the once over when she's not looking. Over time we've built up a little rapport mainly around music, we both like bands like Springsteen and Van Halen. All this started after I commented about the latest Springsteen CD that was on the console of her Honda. From then on she would comment on the latest CD's she had acquired.
On a Friday afternoon I was summoned to my normally grumpy boss's office. Leah was going to look at a MX 5 sports car and wanted a mechanic to look it over, and she'd rung and asked specifically for me. As no request from the Healy family was ever refused, I was instructed to finish what I was working on, get cleaned up and be ready to go. His last words to me were, "Don't fuck it up."
I showered and put jeans and a black t shirt on and waited for her to turn up. Around two in the afternoon, her battered Honda rolled up to the workshop. I climbed in beside her and we looked at each other and laughed. She too was wearing a black T shirt and jeans.
We had an hour's drive in front of us and began to chat amicably. She had been looking for a late model MX5 for a while and had spotted this one on the net. Problem was that the seller was asking five grand more than she had. To hopefully soften the deal, she'd brought cash which was in her handbag stashed under her seat. The only other consideration was that we were moving from summer into autumn, not a good time to sell a sports car, but a good time to buy. Then Leah suggested that I should pretend to be her boyfriend. If the seller knew I was a mechanic it would suggest that she was serious about the purchase right from the start, which could seriously affect her ability to negotiate. She grinned at my surprise but I agreed in good humour. I asked her about the car, and from the year and the mileage it looked about the right asking price. After about an hour and providing directions from a road map, I guided Leah into a long driveway leading to a large house situated amongst tall trees. In front of a three car garage sat a British racing green MX 5 with the hood down. Inside the garage were two Mercedes, a saloon and a sports coupe.
I knew we were in trouble as soon as we got close to the MX. It was in pristine condition with a brown leather interior. A tall, silver haired distinguished looking man in his late forties or early fifties soon appeared from the garage and introduced himself as Martin. I left the talking to Leah, after introducing herself and then me as her boyfriend we began to look around the car. I did all of the usual things, looked around the bodywork, poked around under the bonnet, then checked the clutch and brakes from the front seat. I couldn't fault it in any way and gave Leah an indiscriminate nod that it was okay. Then Leah took it for a test drive with Martin in the passenger seat while I sat on the bonnet of the Honda taking in the afternoon sun. It was about half an hour before I heard the MX motoring back up the driveway.
A few minutes later the negotiations started, Leah and Martin stood at the front of the car as I watched on. Leah started low and Martin at the advertised price and they gradually closed the gap. It went on for a few minutes but then came to a stop with a thousand dollars the difference. If what Leah told me was the truth, she didn't have another dollar to bargain with. I remember thinking at the time what use was it having rich parents if they wouldn't help out in times like these. As for Martin, he wasn't coming down another cent and I thought that Leah was going to lose the car. I could see the disappointment in her eyes.
Martin looked impatiently at his watch then up at Leah, "Look, if you aren't going to offer any more I'll just call it quits. I've got a few things to do to before I pick up my wife from the airport, then we're heading away for the weekend."
It was then that I got the biggest surprise of my life.
Leah just smiled sweetly back at him, "How about I fuck you for the difference?"
Martin was just as shocked as I was; the difference was he recovered faster.
"Shit, a thousand bucks is one expensive fuck." he replied with a smirk.
"Yeah it is, but it'll be the fuck of a life time. I just love to fuck and suck cock."
I looked over at Martin and to my surprise he was actually considering it as his eyes flicked over Leah's assets.
Leah knew she had him, "Just think, this'll be an afternoon you'll never forget as long as you live."
Then Martin turned to me.
"Don't worry about him, he won't mind." she said quickly to Martin.
He looked back at Leah and grinned mischievously, "You know, I've always fantasised about fucking a woman while her husband watched on. You two aren't married but you're still an item. I suppose a boyfriend's nearly as good as a husband."
Martin turned his attention back to me, "How about it, how'd you like to see your girl get a good fucking?"
What I really wanted to do was to punch the smarmy bastard in the face but I looked over at Leah. She stared hard back at me, the warning was clear.
She then smiled at Martin, "He won't mind a bit. To tell the truth he's one kinky dude and he'll love it. He's always trying to get me to do things like this."
Now I wanted to punch her.
"Well if I agree, it would have to be now." Martin told us.
"Okay, I've got the cash." Leah replied and got her bag from the Honda and placed it on the bonnet. She began counting out the bundles of notes and handing them to Martin to check.
