Footsie fixin'

Jasmyne shows up, worried. "Dear Mr. Mechanic, please fix my car! I hear strange noises from under the hood." She needs it running smooth again. He knows precisely what to do. She has dark hair and keeps her eyes on him while she leans over the engine. He watches her legs, slender, bare, the tilt of her high heel shoes catching his attention. She catches him staring and smiles, slow and knowing. He guides her back against the workbench. Her hands work at his belt, then she sinks down and takes him in her mouth, steady and deep. He draws one of her feet up, kisses the arch, runs his tongue along the sole. She keeps her lips wrapped around him, throat flexing, breathing through her nose. When he finishes, she swallows it all, lets a small, satisfied sound escape, and the car keys are right where she left them.