Someone does! Eventually . .

I'm left on my own, naked and exposed, kneeling in front and between the two large garage doors for the mechanic's Shoppe. I see people walk by, some pausing to comment or snap a photo, before moving on their way. The sun moves in the sky a bit, as I'm left there naked and exposed. I manage to remain calm, refusing to so much as to cover up my own exposed nipples or shaved twat, as they make themselves busy on something behind. One is working in the garage, whille the others making phone calls or filling out paperwork.

I don't get to relax too much, as a four-door sedan pulls up. It looks surprisingly well keep up, its exterior still shiny and reparably undented for being in a place so run down. I watch as it comes to a halt before the right garage door. The engine, purring smoothly, as the sedan idles nearby. I watch the door closely, as women step out, dressed up in a fancy silver dress, clinging tightly to her. The mini dress hugs her body, making every curve and shape of her body visible. It stenches some as she steps out, riding up her leg a bit as she movies, riding slightly up her leg slightly as she gets out. Its sharp v neck front gives an ample view of her cleavage, and the open back would no daunt get anyone’s attention.

She looks at me, and to the sign, smiling coyly, clearing processing what she’d have in mind for the fun she’d have with me. She says nothing, as she eyes me, as I kneel naked before her. She looks me over closely, her eyes looking me up and down closely, examining me closely, boldly, and confidentially letting her eyes wander as he looked me over. I keep my gaze low, looking across the street, not daring to provoke her ire, as she stared at me so. The palm of her right hand touched my chin, moving my face upward until I was looking her in the eye, a naughty and curious expression plain on her face, and she spoke softly, “What shall I do with you, I wonder? She holds my gaze there for several seconds until I feel a bit uncomfortable, less I give her reason to anger, but she remains amused, as she gazes at me intently.

The mechanic gets out of the Shoppe’s office and moves to greet her. She lets go of my chin, and I feel my face drop back down swiftly to gazing across the street. She smiles at him, and they greet in a surprising amount of friendliness between them, before a quick hug. This is followed up by a conversation about a routine check-up, oil change, and lube. They converse for several minutes, before she asks about me, “Now, may I get some time in with your new... offer? Seems like too good of a deal to pass up on, if I’d be so allowed.”

He looks surprised, before looking to the sign, then to me, and then finally back to her. He nods, “Oh, of course! So long as you don’t mean her real physical harm, she’s hour’s while we look your vehicle over.”

She thanks them, and grabs a bag from her sedan. They bring it into the garage she parked in front of, and soon host it up, she walks in front of me, and pulls out a few items from it. “Oh, I feel I’m going to have fun with you, my intrepid little harlot.”