Welcomed Distraction

Ash sits in the waiting room with nothing to do. Her car is up on the lift. The mechanic is young, good-looking, and she catches him glancing her way. She stands, walks over, and runs a finger along the edge of the open hood. He straightens. She drops to her knees on the concrete, pulls down his zipper, and takes him in her mouth without a word. He grips the fender for balance while she works him, slow and wet, blonde hair brushing his thighs. The phone rings. He ignores it. She swallows deeper, humming around him, and the car sits untouched, waiting just like she had been.