yes

"Uh, yes," you begin, but the girl interrupts you.

"Good," she says and immediately removes the clothespin from your cock. You begin to object, but a few more strokes from her hand feel so good you cannot begin to imagine asking for the pain from the clothespin once more. Besides, your time is up to find your girlfriend, and she said you were going to lose it anyway, right? You know her capable of something like that, and worse, and you're beginning to wonder how much longer you can play her game.

Finally you decide you had better honor your word and help this girl with her tire. She leads you by your cock to the trunk of her car and gives you a few more deft strokes for good measure. You've never been so happy to help with car trouble in your life, and you're thankful you've done this a few times before. "My name's Claire, by the way," says the girl in the business suit as she has a seat on the edge of the open trunk. "Now, about that tire..."

"Well," you begin, acutely aware of the throbbing hard cock in her hand. After so much teasing you are eager for climax, but she seems to notice how distracting it is for you, so she torments you some more by removing her hand. Her eyes look to yours, and you notice her smirk as she patiently waits for you to completely answer her. "You need to get the jack and the spare, and the tire iron. They're usually under a cover in the trunk somewhere."

She gives you an evil grin and moves aside, standing next to you now. "Oh, is that so? I haven't ever known to look. Do you think you might find those for me?" You suppress a disappointed sigh, knowing you're being toyed with, but dutifully you bend over and try to search the trunk. Rather inconveniently, her trunk light seems to be burned out, or maybe convenient after all as you consider anyone who might be watching or drive by at any time. Fortunately Claire seems like a very neat person, with only a minimum of clutter in the trunk. As you fumble around in the dark, you can feel a delicate palm brush across the back of your thigh, up your hip, and across your buttocks. She gives you a gentle swat and then giggles as she allows you to find the rest of the equipment.

Tools in hand you consider your options. You could either change the tire yourself, naked on the street for any would be passersby to see, or you could request to sit in the car and instruct Claire from there. You wonder how grateful she might be if she didn't have to put any effort into the matter at all. The choice is yours.