A Slow Night

It's a slow night at the go-kart track and Ben's boss is horny. She suspects he's a well-hung stud and when she finds out how big his tool is, she needs him to make some repairs on her, and she needs him to fix her now.  "Sit down right here, " I said, and moved the old, padded wooden arm chair in front of the desk. She sat in the chair with her hands on her knees. I smacked the top of the old desk. "Is this where Mr.
Rodriguez does it with you?" I said. For a second, her eyes looked frightened that I had discovered her secret, but then she shrugged, as if it was something everybody knew. "He's a very kind man, " she said. I snorted. "I bet he's got a nice tool, too." "He does, " Ellie said, as if we were in a courtroom and I was cross-examining her. I unzipped my jeans, reached in and pulled my tool out. Her eyes got wide. "It's too bad he's not here right now, " I said. She reached for my tool, shaking her head. "I'd say it's a good thing he's not here, " she said.  Get your copy of A Slow Night today!