Pay for service and a bonus

You walk across the street to the repair garage. When you walk in the bell on the door tinkles. Val walks in and pulls out your ticket.

"$78.10 including tax, please." She looks at you with a slight smile on her face. You hand her a credit card, which she takes and swipes through the machine. You look down her cleavage as she waits for the printer to finish your receipt. She rips it off, hands it to you, and grins again.

You sign it.

"Now I'd like to offer you our special service," Val says in a sultry voice. "I think you have a piston that needs some extra grease." She unhooks one of the straps on her overalls. "My daddy's out on a tow. We've got time."

Girls are just throwing themselves at you here. Oh, well, better get busy. "Sure, I'd love to get your special offer. But here in the front?"

Val leads you into the office in the back. You close the door as she unhooks the other strap of her overalls. You help her out of them, revealing the she is wearing only a pair of panties and the white tank top. Her belly is flat, and her hips are wide. Her tits stretch the material of the top erotically. As she steps out of the overalls, she pulls your shirt over your head. You unbutton your pants, and she pulls them down, watching your eyes dart around her body. You step out of the pants. Your boxers are seriously bulging.

"You're beautiful, Val. I love those tits!" you compliment.

"You mean these?" she asks as she whips the tank top over her head, baring her boobs and making them bounce and jiggle. They are gorgeous round orbs with fat swollen nipples pointing right at you. She has no tan lines, so must do some nude sunbathing. "Every since you came in with Daddy, I've been getting wet just thinking about you. Let's see what I was getting all excited about, shall we?"

She yanks your boxers to the floor in one swift motion. Your stiff shaft points straight at her face.

"Oooo, that's what I'm talking about," she coos.