Perchance to Dom Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Perchance to Dom Ch. 1

... clothes look very nice." I smiled. "Um, thanks." She hunched down slightly more. "Thank you, Larissa. Have a nice day." I turned. "Don't you want to know which dealership?" "I'm not a stalker." I strode away. The next time the weather turned stormy, I asked Cheryl if her employer was looking for extra help. Cheryl wasn't the only girl working in the service department. One very sexy, divorced woman cussed right alongside her fellow mechanics. The elderly woman had been working there for decades, handling customers with their automotive problems. Our boss seemed to treat Cheryl decently. She might have had him wrapped around her finger, but it wasn't visible. I noticed that I had to wash the muddy, jacked up 4 wheel drives. I was taller than Cheryl and more suspicious. That didn't really matter much. I worked my butt off. The money was nice, but the first time Cheryl opened herself up to me proved more valuable. "Can you believe that? Gina was shut in the tool bank for ten minutes with Jake." "Is that important?" "Just what do you think they did in there?" "Fuck around, probably. But probably not fucking." She took a minute to parse my retort, or she was struck speechless. "Gee, you really are a creep." "And just what would you do in there, with me, for ten minutes?" Did I see her cheeks redden slightly? "It too bad for you, that you'll never find out." "That's not what's important." "Okay, big guy, what would be important?" "If Gina actually felt something for Jake." "Well, ...

... she doesn't. She's just another slut." Cheryl had never shown her inner bitterness to me. I let the conversation go. There were still cars to wash that day. "Mom, what's a slut?" "Are you really asking that? You must have heard that word for years, at school or-" Mom stopped mid-sentence. "Did something happen at your job?" "Nothing that doesn't happen every now and then, there." "Spill it, Walter. Don't start with the mystery theater." "Yeah, well Cheryl told me the woman mechanic was a slut for being alone with a guy at work." "Walter, we taught you sexual matters are private. Talking about them makes you look silly." "I know. But I wasn't asking if that woman is a slut. I want to know what Cheryl meant by it." "That's known as slut shaming. It has to do with upper class people demeaning lower class people. And here I was thinking that your friend had, until now, sounded like a decent sort." "She is, Mom. I'm sure. It seemed more like a personal bugbear." "That is also none of your business." Dad came home with the bacon, right then. We spent a nice evening together. The next afternoon I spoke with Cheryl's bugbear. "Excuse me, Gina?" "Yes? Oh, it's you, Walter. What can I do for you?" "Is this a good time to talk?" "Maybe, if you have something important." "It's pretty important, but it's entirely none of my business." "That's the best kind of important. Do you want to talk somewhere that's quiet?" I considered it. It was hard not to go with this sexy, grease spattered slut ...