One Shots: Hot Like a Sauna

PORNO CALLED GREASE

I'd consider this a pretty long one-shot. You're welcome.

PRIVATE CHAPTER
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"It's like that Grease movie, but the porno version."
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     "I can't fúcking believe I have to get this damn car repaired," Pause. "It was the fúcking red-headed psycho, Yuri." Pause. "She was as butt naked as a Sphynx... on the highway!"

Marcel shook his head and chuckled at the woman's conversation while he worked on a car. He wiped his greasy hands on a used rag and glanced at the woman once more. She had on an oversized denim shirt over her tan legs. Her thick brows were creased in an angry expression and her lips were pouted.

He would have guessed she was probably from the Middle East. Goddamn, she was fúcking gorgeous.

She looked up, meeting his eyes, and he quickly looked away as he continued fixing the engine.

She spun her keys around her finger and rolled her eyes at what her friend was telling her over the phone. She glanced at the mechanic once more out of curiosity and tuned out her friend on the other line. She was entranced with the way his muscles rippled as he twisting something. His dark skin gleamed with sweat and she unconsciously bit her lip.

"So yeah, my grandma is now an escaped convict lurking within children's birthday parties."

She snapped out of her gaze and snorted. "What?"

"Listen, I'll call you later alright?"

She nodded even though her friend couldn't see her. "Sure, Yuri. Bye."

"Peace, bítch."

She ended the call and put the corner of her phone to her mouth, searching for the guy she was talking to earlier. She found the chubby man and stalked towards him, her heels clicking against the concrete.

"Hey! Do you happen to know when I could pick up car?" she asked. He looked at her with a dumb look on his face for a minute. She could of sworn he had started drooling from the corner of his mouth.

"Uh, I'd say maybe around eight o'clock," he grumbled before shoving a donut down his throat.

She tucked her hair behind her ears, exposing the gold hoops. "Um, thanks."

He merely grunted and left her to finish his donut in peace. She stood in her spot for a minute before deciding she should probably get going, but she caught the mechanic's eyes once more. She smiled at him before turning to exit the garage. She would find a ride somehow.

He watched her ass sway underneath her oversized shirt as he leaned against the car. He had to see the girl again. He closed his eyes and imagined how amazing her body must be; her legs would be as smooth as silk, breasts would be able to fill his large hands, and her pússy would be out of this world.

He sighed. "Don't get yourself hard now."

He continued working on the car, occasionally taking breaks to crack jokes with the others.

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It was near closing time as the sun had gradually been replaced with the moon. The other workers had left and vacated the cars except for Marcel. He wanted to get it done and over with, so he continued to fix the damn engine.

The idiot who owned the car had run out of gas and was curious to see what would happen if he poured coke into the gas tank. He damn near destroyed his entire car, but luckily for him, the engine could be salvaged.