Try and fix the car herself

Danielle was more than just a set of tits. She knew her way around cars, or so she thought. The racked waitress was hardly an expert, but try telling her that. Most of the patches and repairs on her now-dead car were because of her.

It never occurred to Danielle that if she was half the mechanic she thought she was, her repair jobs would not have been so shoddy. But part of having mouth-watering gazongas meant having a massive ego and an absurd confidence in abilities she did not possess.

Yes, she could easily hitch a ride. She’d just have to do some wiggling and jiggling, and she was sure the car would screech to a halt. A glance at her impressive cleavage, and they’d be happy to give her a lift. Cock-teasing was her bread and butter. She'd always flirted to get favors and out of speeding tickets. Danielle was positive she could get a ride.

Even if it was a woman, she could play on bonds of sisterhood. After all, another woman wouldn’t leave another woman stranded on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, dressed like that. She could be **** or even ****!

But none of that would be necessary. Danielle was no damsel in distress. She’d fix the car herself.

As she hurried to the trunk of her car, Danielle felt the temperature drop. She rubbed her arms for warmth as the wind began to pick up. Lightning lit up the dark gray sky, followed instantly by a boisterous thunderclap. The storm was imminent.

“Shitshitshitshit,” she muttered as she popped open the trunk. Danielle smiled at her tools, a screwdriver, and over a dozen rolls of duct tape. “It’s time I make my own luck,” she said to herself.

She grabbed some duct tape and a screwdriver and sprinted back to the front of her car. The smoke had dissipated, and the engine had cooled down slightly. Bent over the hood of her car, her ripe peach-shaped ass, clad in bright orange shorts, stuck out like a beacon. Her eyes scanned the pipes and hoses, wondering if a leak needed patching or something else.

A car slowed down to gawk at the pert ass sticking out from the car hood. “Nice trunk babe!”