Ratchets and straps (dire machine nsfw)

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"What the fuck, where am I?" He murmured looking around. He was not at the hotel and had no recollection of how he got here. It was a small garage filled with dusty shelves, nick nacks and Christmas shit. In his left rear corner sat a small freezer and human sized door. The whole place was lit with light filtering in through the small windows on the garage door itself. "Fuck I musta passed out" he said to himself. Quite frankly he felt like shit, his entire fuel and exhaust system ached and his cylinders felt sore from being overworked. "God, that's the last time I drink," he stated loudly rolling forward. He wanted to know where he was and hopefully go get some coffee and normal gas to settle his system. A loud creak behind him signified the opening of the small door. The garage was too small for him to turn and get a glimpse of the presumed human entering the space. " Who's there!?" Buford demanded. "Just me" a quiet yet recognizable voice called out. Buford relaxed even for a huge machine like himself it was scary to wake up some were unknown. Fortunately it was just Sara, the bartender/hotel receptionist from the night before. 

He saw a shadow as she entered and shuffled around him. "You were hammered last night, so I brought you to my place, I hope that's ok." Buford nodded slightly "yes thank you, i don't usually drink." Sara chuckled, now standing in front of him. "I can tell" she stated, outstretching her hand to give him something. Buford extended a tendril and took the soft brown square, his wallet. "Thank you... for everything. It's no problem, you seemed a little lost, both mentally and physically." Buford's engine heated as he remembered what he had told her last night. Sensing his discomfort, Sara placed a hand on his hood. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Buuut, you owe me a date." She said shyly. "What!" Buford almost choked. "I mean yes of course, i will." It was so sudden, he had never been on a date with a human. Where would he even take her? "I'll be free tonight, and I like Italian food," Sara said, pressing the button to open the garage door. 

Buffod crept out into the driveway shielding his optical sensors from the blinding sun. well that solved two problems, where and when, he would find and book a nice restaurant, that is machine accessible of course. He pulled out, and turned around the street before driving up into her driveway, facing forwards this time. Sara stood in the entrance of the garage wearing a light blue tank top and long black baggy shorts, her hair was a rat's nest and she held a cup of coffee in her hand. Her face was radiant, no makeup to cover it, just pure. Buford found himself smiling, and regretting what he had done. This is what he was missing, if only he had put himself out there sooner. He was lucky and hoped this date would blossom into something. "I'll see you later tonight, shall I pick you up?" Sara sipped her coffee "yeah that sounds good, around what time? Does 6 pm work for you?" Sara nodded " that works." Buford beamed at her and back out of her driveway. He sped down the road, checking the time and maps, fortunately there were two Italian restaurants that were accessible to him. He picked the second one, it looked to have a nice atmosphere but a longer drive. Buford merged onto the highway and headed towards his hotel, he wanted to refresh and rest a bit more.

next part gets a little dirty so 18+!!!!! if your a kid, or easily offended don't read