Ratchets and straps (dire machine nsfw)

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To Buford's delight, it had stopped raining when he woke up. The sun was out and it hit his metal, seeping through him and warming his frame. He rolled out around 10 am, as he had decided not to set a single alarm for the entire trip. He decided to skip breakfast altogether and hit the road in search of a machine friendly car wash. A quick drive around the town yielded him with an older run down car wash, but it would do just fine and Buford soon returned to his dazzling shiny self. Before long he was back on the interstate, heading to the nearest large city. Albuquerque. Known for its rough neighborhoods, drugs, and most importantly its nightlife. To Buford that was important, he wasn't looking for quiet anymore. It was about 3 hours from him and he knew he would have some time to kill before night, so he decided to take some detours and check out some scenery. Buford cruised slowly and smoothly on the interstate. Though he could absolutely tear up a drag strip, he wanted to show off. The sun was sinking and as its lights faded Buford's under glow and interior came on. He had seen the sights and was given a tip by another sleek low-rider Buick he had the great pleasure of talking to, that he could find a wonderful living machine and human club downtown. "It's all inclusive and so long as you have no drug charges or felonies, and of course can pay the door fee." is what the gold Buick told him. Now he was at the gate behind several other vehicles and surprisingly a large crowd of humans. It was mostly low-riders, sports cars and an occasional suv. The bouncer and man taking money matched. They both wore black and silver, and the bouncer, who was a huge red scout II had shiny stenciled rims with the logo of the club. At the door Buford id was taken, scanned and he was told the rules. "Vehicles and humans must dance in separate areas unless the human is in his or her partner's cab as to prevent accidental injuries."

"All genitalia, human or machine must be covered, tucked away or stowed in the bay, unless in designated rooms." "Humans and machines shall not touch without consent." "drunk or intoxicated vehicles shall not be allowed to leave or hit roadways without the assistance of a tow partner or on-call tow truck" "tabs must be paid before leaving and there is no explicit service provided at this club." "No car is too loudly play their music, and loud revving is to be kept to a minimum in human designated areas." The door man finished the list and put a small vinyl sticker on Buford's windshield. "oh and please if you would, no flames out of your side pipes" he said as he ushered Buford in. He smiled as he crossed the threshold into a surprisingly large room. To his left was a slightly raised platform, where humans were dancing and talking, and to his right were loud raving vehicles. Most were fancy, decked out low-riders, pimped out sedans, flashy sports cars, and the occasional dressed up suv or truck. Though none of them were hot rods, quite as dazzling as Buford. 

As he crept forwards taking in the lights, colors, sounds and smells of the club he noticed something almost unheard of in his hometown. There were countless human machine couples. Many sat on their vehicle counterparts hoods, roofs and bumpers. Some had matching outfits, some of the kinkier looking humans held chains attached to the machines tie down hooks, as well as vice versa with some machines tendrils and mechanical arms gently coiled around a chain leading to cuffs, or collars. Buford grinned, this was exactly his kind of scene. He came up on his hydraulics and revved his engine, making quiet rumbles as he danced and shimmied his way through the crowd. At the back of the club was a bar, light with blue neon and had large vehicle accommodating cushions. He pulled up to a curvaceous Cadillac, with black and pink paint as well as striking pink cheetah print interior. A well dressed woman sat on her hood holding a gold chain and sipping on a drink. The caddie smiled and talked amicably with a small fiat spider. Buford lowered himself on a cushion next to them and looked for the bartender. She appeared from behind a curtain and Buford felt a shiver run though his frame. She was wearing a stunning short black dress. Heavy black makeup, plump black lips and many many piercings. Her skin was pale white and her hair a lovely red and black. He recognized her. "So hotel receptionist by day and bartender by night" he hummed softly. The bartender turned, and smiled " only on the weekends"

She picked up a cup "what can i get you to drink" she asked. Buford scanned the menu behind her. "Let me get a shot of nitrous." "You got it Hun" she said turning away. "You want anything mixed in?" she inquired. Buford thought for a moment "yes i'll take some black coffee and if you could give me your name" he purred. The bartender giggled and handed him his drink. "Here's your coffee nitrous and my name is Sara." Buford grinned and took a sip. He had never really indulged in nitrous or high grade, but it felt good running through his system. Sara turned back towards him after handing another drink to the lady on the caddie. "So what brings you all the way out here to New Mexico, if i may be so bold to ask.'' Buford looked at her and narrowed his eyes. "I will tell you if you tell me how you came to work at a living machine club" he asked. "And can I get another shot please?" Sara chuckled and reached for another glass "from a young age I've always wanted to immerse myself in machine culture, especially the more laid back type."Sara sighed " my dad did not approve and for a couple years i went to college and worked a dead end job." She handed him the drink and continued "I was drowning in debt when I saw this job listing and though I've never done anything with a machine or really had all that much contact, I took it for the money and thrill." Buford snorted in amusement, "What's the hotel job for then?" Sara's face fell " its just to appease my parents, it's not really worth a shit, but that way they won't question me. But anyway, what's your story?" Buford huffed, he was really a lightweight when it came to nitrous and it had already loosened him up. Over the next few hours he explained his story and drank more shots. By 3 am he was completely hammered. Buford felt warm, and a bit sick. He tried to move and promptly took a nosedive. His hydraulics relaxed completely as he made his way through the now calm club. Few cars remained and those that did were just relaxing with their partners. He was at the door when the bouncer stopped him. "Whoa there buddy, looks like you need a tow" he murmured. "You got anyone to pick you up?" Buford blinked at his question wearily. "What no, iim ok i've got a hooteell" he slurred, his accent thick and dripping with confusion. The scout eyed him up and down before blocking the door completely, "sorry i can't let you leave without assistance." slowly panic set in to Buford's fogged mind he didn't have anyone to pick him up. That's when he felt a hand on is rear taillight. It took him an embarrassingly long minute to realize who it was as they walked around him. It was Sara. She was wearing more casual clothing and carried a small purse. Walking up to the bouncer she leaned close to him. " Hey, Joan I'll take him back,I've got a tow bar in the pickup and can drop him off real quick." The scout looked at her inquisitively "are you sure" he asked a note of caution in his voice. Sara nodded "yeah it's not to much trouble, besides he doesn't have anyone and I can handle myself." The scout chuckled and moved back "ok love, take care and call me if you need help." Sara nodded again and placed a small peck on his bumper "thank you. come on Buford'' she beckoned . 

Buford just stared groggily not fully comprehending what was going on but decided to follow this pretty lady who knew his name. Sara lead him to an old grey pickup truck, before fishing around for her keys and unlocking the door. She grabbed a tow bar from the bed and began hooking it up all while Buford sat and watched. "Ok Hun, can you drive forward on to this?" She asked waving him over. Buford sighed and crept forward his tires wobbling slightly. Once the bar was under his frame Sara tightened down the straps. Buford in his drunken haze had a dirty thought. "At least take me out to dinner before strapping me down" he purred loudly. Sara laughed and slapped his hood "maybe I will if you behave." Buford's eyes lit up briefly and that was the last thing he remembered, before waking with a start.