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Unforgettable Customer Service
I fantasy about a gorgeous customer There are a few customers who make even the busiest days better. The shop is always loud and rushed, and it’s hard not to hurry people along, even when you want everyone to feel valued. But the happy ones—the appreciative ones—slow everything down just enough to remind you why you enjoy the work.
One customer in particular always stood out. No matter how small the fix, she was genuinely grateful. That smile of hers had a way of changing the entire mood of the day, making me want to do more, to be better. She was effortlessly attractive—bright eyes, a natural beauty, a fit, ladylike confidence that made her presence hard to ignore whenever she stopped in.
One afternoon, she called and asked if I could check out a noise she’d been hearing. We were slammed, but I couldn’t bring myself to say no. I suggested she come by near closing.
The day flew by, and I nearly forgot about the appointment—until she walked in.
She was wearing a short sundress, showing off long, smooth legs, almost as if she knew exactly what she was doing. I couldn’t help myself; I told her how great she looked. She smiled, as if she already knew.
As she explained the sound, I leaned under the hood, scanning for anything out of place. That’s when I noticed how close she was—leaning in beside me. When I looked up, she was already staring into my eyes. I stumbled over my words, finally saying everything looked fine… and so did the car. I joked that I’d check underneath, just to be sure.
I slid onto a creeper and rolled beneath the car while we kept talking. Her voice drifted down to me, closer than expected. When I glanced toward the light, I saw her kneeling beside the car. My breath caught—her legs smooth and bare—and then I noticed she wasn’t wearing panties at all.
For a moment, I forgot where I was.
She asked if everything was okay. I paused, then replied that everything looked amazing. Really good.
As I rolled out from under the car, she was standing right over me. I couldn’t help but stare, taking in her curves as our eyes met again. She watched my reaction, clearly enjoying it.
“So,” she asked softly, “does it look good?”
“Absolutely,” I said—then the words slipped out before I could stop them. “Amazing. Delicious.”
She grinned and stepped closer, placing one foot on either side of me as I lay there, looking up at her. She asked again if I liked it. I didn’t answer—just let out a quiet sound instead. My hands found her legs, warm and silky beneath my fingers, as she held onto the car and slowly lowered herself toward me, my hands guiding her down.