Blue Collar Studs & Working Men, Part 2: Service My Motor, Mr. Mechanic

"Maybe we can work some other form of payment," said Mike as rested each hand on the door of the car, pinning her in between his body and the car.

Dalia was having the worst birthday. Her scumbag boss was late with her paycheck and then her car breaks down on the side of the freeway. There's no way she's going to make it to her girls' night out party tonight.

When two young hunky mechanics offer to salvage her birthday it looks like her luck's improving. But is she willing to offer her body to them in exchange for their help?

Excerpt:

"Can I help you ma'am?" called out a deep voice from around the corner. Dalia stepped around the clutter of the garage and peered into the open door at the back of the room. Inside the back office, two young men sat around a tiny TV, watching a NASCAR race and nursing two bottles of cheap beer. Though they were covered in grease covered overalls, she could tell they were lean and toned. Their hands were calloused and rough, covered in cuts and oil from digging around inside cars all day. A day's worth of sweat made their skin glisten and glow under the fluorescent lights. Only their smooth unlined faces gave away their youth.
 
Dalia could feel her heart race and her face heat up as she scanned the two young studs. Both men had high cheekbones and strong masculine jaw lines with piercing eyes that flicked down her sundress clad figure. It seemed that she wasn't the only one affected by the heat and pheromones in the air. Both men put down their beers and stood, brushing past her body as they walked though the doorway into the garage.
 
"Uh, yeah, I was on my way home when my car broke down on the freeway. The engine started smoking and I noticed your garage from the highway. I hoped that you guys would be able to fix it."
 
"Well, that sounds like the engine's overheated. It could be a loose clamp or a blown head gasket. We'll take a look and see if we can get you back out on the road."

"Oh, thank you…" she hesitated, unsure what to call the nice mechanic for saving her day.
 
"Mike, and that's Dan."
 
"Thank you, I'm Dalia, meeting you two has been the first good thing that's happened to me today."
 
"Don't thank us yet," said Dan as he popped the hood of her car, "We still don't know what's wrong with your engine."
 
Dalia sat in their office while they examined her car and waited to hear how much of her hard earned paycheck she was going to lose today.
 
After twenty minutes, Mike stepped into the room. Wiping his hands with a dirty rag, he broke the bad news to her, "It doesn't look good. Have you called your insurance company yet?"
 
"Um, I don't have insurance right now. I'm hoping that I can pay you in cash. I just got paid this afternoon. How much is it going to cost to fix my car?"
 
Dan looked up at his partner from the other side of the car. They looked at each other over the hood of the car.
 
"Here, come take a look," said Mike as he lead her back out to her car.
 
"Well, you see, the problem is worse than we feared. Your engine has a blown head gasket and it's going to cost at least $3000 to fix it. At this point, you'll probably be better off getting a new car."
 
Dalia's eyes bugged as she heard the estimate.
 
"What!? I don't have that kind of money! I'm going to lose my job if I can't get to work without my car. What am I going to do?"
 
"Well how much do you have on you?" asked Dan as he stepped over to her side.

Dalia sighed as she rubbed her forehead in frustration, "I have $2400, but I need $1200 of that for rent tomorrow."
 
"Maybe we can work some other form of payment," said Mike as rested each hand on the door of the car, pinning her in between his body and the car.
 
Dalia felt a shiver of fear and desire run through her body. They couldn't possibly be suggesting that could they?
 
Dan made Mike's intentions abundantly clear when his warm hands swept her hair off her shoulders and tugged the strap