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Advanced Studies in Automotive Care

Chapter 3

JPOV

If you were to ask me why I was so, so pissed off after my meeting with Annie, I probably couldn't have explained myself. Sure, she'd one-upped me, but I'd gotten a killer lay out of it, which really should have helped ease the irritation. But for some reason, it just didn't. I was mad. More than mad, I was embarrassed, and I don't take kindly to being made to feel anything other than awesome.

Britta tried to talk to me when I burst through the door of our warehouse. So did Troy. Shirley and Abed were smart, though. They just stood back and let me fume my way to my office. I could hear Britta's snarky, "What crawled up his ass and died?" through the door, but I couldn't be bothered to engage with her. I just wanted to sit back, pull out my premium scotch, and stew in my own aggravation. I figured this would also be a good time to come up with a way to get back at that little bitch for making me feel like... well... a little bitch.

Abed knocked lightly on the door before entering. Had it been anyone else I would have told them to fuck off, but for some reason Abed was a different case. He sat down wordlessly across the desk from me and poured himself half a glass of liquor.

He and I drank for a few minutes in silence. Abed was a good sounding board—he didn't offer an opinion until it was requested.

"You went to the race today." His voice was quiet, but still reverberated off the metal walls of my make-shift office.

"Yep."

"Did she win?" I levelled him with a glare. "She won."

"You wouldn't be in here if you didn't already know that."

"That's not what you're upset about, though."

"What makes you say that?"

"Years of observation, mostly." I huffed a wry laugh and downed the rest of my scotch.

"Okay, fine, that's not what I'm upset about." He sat back in his chair, sipping at the harsh liquid in his glass. It made me thirsty—I poured myself another. He didn't say anything, he simply waited for me to explain. "I don't want to talk about it, Abed."

"Okay." He sipped again, but didn't make a move to leave.

We sat together in silence for a few moments longer, drinking and waiting each other out. Inevitably, Abed won.

"I fucked her." My voice was mostly drowned out by the sound of Shirley's auto-shop in the next room, but he heard me.

"You fuck lots of people."

"Yea, well... not like this." He just nodded and sipped his scotch, waiting for me to explain. I eventually did, mostly just because I wanted to know if he thought I was more worked up than I should be.

"She outsmarted you." It was a statement more than a question. I felt the irritation burn in my gut.

"You could say that."

"Would you say that?"

"I thought I just did."

"Not in so many words..."

"Abed!"

"Sorry." He sipped his scotch. "So she outsmarted you. Why are you so pissed about it?"

I heaved a heavy sigh. "Well... she's a kid. She's what, 21? There's no way she's better at this than I am. No fucking way."

"So it's an ego thing?"

"Of course it's an ego thing, Abed! I thought that was already established."

"Okay, well then if it's an ego thing you should try to determine why your ego is so bruised over something like this. You didn't get the driver you wanted, but you got laid. Seems like a fair trade off." I swished scotch around in my mouth as I contemplated his.

"I guess," I allowed after a moment—though I was still irrationally irritated.

Maybe it wasn't just the fact that she outsmarted me. Maybe it was the fact that she was such a little bitch about it. Or maybe it was the fact that I very much would have liked a second go-around, which was pretty unlikely since she turned down my offer to join my team. As it stood, once Vicky left, so did my free, easy fuck. Annie would have been a pretty fucking awesome replacement in that department.

Of course, Vicky never had any real expectations from me. God knows what this Annie chick would be like. She seemed like the clingy type.

I settled into that frame of mind. Maybe this was all for the best. Maybe I didn't want Annie. Maybe I just wanted to get laid, and to have the winning team.

Well, getting laid had never been a problem for me—and having a winning team was just going to take a little more training with Britta and Troy. If they weren't up to snuff just yet, they would be by the time the Battle Royale came around—and El Tigre and Annie could suck it. I didn't need her, and her being on Tigre's team would make it all the more sweet to kick his tiny little ass all the way back to his little hovel full of inept drivers and... Annie.

Fucking Annie.

She was going to be a problem for me. I knew it.

Abed and I were pulled from our silence by a knock at the door. Shirley popped her head in.

"Jeff, you have a guest." My brow furrowed. Shirley didn't look terribly impressed.

"Who is it?" Her lips formed a thin line.

"One of Tigre's drivers. She wants to talk to you." I felt my heartbeat pick up a little. It couldn't actually be her, could it?

"Let her in," I instructed. I nodded to Abed to leave. He set his glass down on the table and extricated himself from the seat just as my guest appeared in the doorway. Abed gave her the once-over before heading to the door. He gave me a look before shutting it behind him—it either could have meant, "Well done, Winger," or, "Don't do anything stupid." It was always hard to tell with him.

"Edison," I greeted coldly.

"Winger," she returned in the same tone, taking the seat Abed had just vacated.

"What do you want?" I wasn't really in the mood for her right now—even if my pants began to tighten as soon as I laid eyes on her. She was still a little dishevelled from out meeting that morning. Her version of sex hair might have been the best I'd ever seen.

"Actually, I think the real question is, what do you want."

"I don't follow," I answered honestly. She settled back into the chair, primly clasping her fists in her lap.

"I think we've stumbled upon an opportunity here, Mr. Winger."

"Jeff," I corrected. That was the name she'd been screaming earlier, anyhow.

"Jeff," she allowed. "As I was saying—I think we have an opportunity here... to help each other." I couldn't help but laugh.

"Help each other? I think that door has already been closed, Annie. I know you haven't forgotten this morning—it was pretty memorable." She rolled her eyes.

"God, I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you were a cocky bastard."

"And yet here you are." She sighed deeply and leaned over the desk, giving me a good view of her cleavage as she grabbed Abed's discarded glass of scotch—still half full—and brought it to her lips.

"Here I am." He tone dropped to a low, seductive one. It worked better than it should have. I couldn't help but imagine the taste of her tongue now laced with scotch.

"What are you proposing? I know you're not here to join my team." She shook her head and set her drink back down.

"I had a little run in with Chang after the race this morning," she began. "He pissed me off, and so I came here."

"I'm going to need a few more syllables here." I took a long drink from my glass.

"Chang's pissed that I slept with you." I couldn't help the look of surprised that donned on my face.

"You told him? Why?"

"That's not important," she said, waving me off. "The important part is that I'm pissed at Chang. The asshole tried to tell me I wasn't allowed to sleep with you, which just doesn't fly with me. And I know you hate him... so it seems to me that you and I might be able to help each other, you know, get back at him."

"Get back at him... how?" I pressed. This girl wasn't nearly as brazen as she'd pretended to be that morning. Watching her try to explain her way through her thought process was way more amusing than it should have been. I kind of knew where she was going with it, but I wanted to make her say it. Watching her humiliate herself was fun.

"Jeff!" she exclaimed, irritated. I felt slightly vindicated that I was able to rile her up as she had with me.

"Spit it out, Edison, or get the fuck out of my office."

"I want to fuck you," she said, pulling herself out of the chair and leaning over the desk. I watched as she took hold of my glass of scotch and brought it to her lips, draining it in one gulp.

"Okay," I said, fighting back my urge to rip her clothes off for a second time. "And what do I get in return for assisting you in your little act of teenage rebellion?"

"You get fucked, Winger. Haven't you been listening?" I smirked and stood up, easily towering over her as I rounded the desk and perched myself on the edge of it

"Oh I'm listening. All I hear is a petulant child who wants to piss some guy off, and who wants my help to do it. So I'm going to ask again—what do I get in return. I have plenty of other opportunities to get laid, Edison. You're not the only slut in Greendale." She visibly darkened at my choice of words. I felt a surge of power.

"You're an asshole," she spit back. I shrugged.

"That may be, but from where I'm standing, you need me a lot more than I need you." She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them upward.

I wanted to keep pushing her around—but my pants were impossibly tight, and she was right—pissing off Chang was something I very much enjoyed. Not that I would give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

"Get on your knees," I Instructed.

"Excuse me?" she came back. I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down.

"If we're going to do this, we're doing it my way. So get on your fucking knees, or leave."

Predictably, she got on her knees.

I didn't have to explain the rest.

Annie's hands quickly went to the fly of my pants, pushing them and my underwear down far enough so my cock was free. She took it in her hands and pumped it a few times before taking it in her mouth. It was hard to maintain my cocksure composure when she deep-throated me for the first time. Feeling the head of my cock hit the back of her throat nearly made me come on the spot.

I tangled my hands in her hair and began to fuck her mouth freely. She didn't gag once, which was a feat, considering my considerable length. She looked up at me with wide, blue eyes, as she began to palm my balls. We did this for a few minutes, her hands and mouth on me, our eyes locked. I considered letting her swallow, but then I remembered how it felt to be sheathed within her, and decided I needed to come inside of her.

I pulled myself from her and guided her up to her feet, leaning her over my desk.

"You still sure about this?" I asked, leaning over her body, my mouth next to her ear. She bucked back into my erection.

"Shut up and fuck me, Winger."

I didn't need much more encouragement than that. In a flash, her underwear was pulled down and her skirt pushed up, and my cock was in place, setting up a hard, fast pace against her. It was tension relieving, being able to fuck away my frustration with the person who caused it.

In the back of my mind I thought that this would be a one-time thing. I'd be able to send her on her way, spent, but taken down a peg. I would win, and she would crawl back to Chang used up.

But then she began to clench around me, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop. If it was possible to become addicted to one person's body, then Annie was making a very good case for hers.

I reached my arms around her body, pulling her shirt and bra down so I could palm her bare breasts while pounding into her hard from behind. Her breasts we amazing, so full and so firm. I could have written a fucking sonnet about those breasts, and the way they fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. In fact, they weren't the only part of her body that fit me perfectly. As I fucked her she was just tight enough to keep things interesting, while not being too tight or too loose. Of all of the women I'd slept with, Annie was by far the best fit.

But I didn't want to think about that. All I wanted to think about was my release, which was coming hard and fast as she began to tighten around me. Our joint cries were drowned out by the machines out in the warehouse, a relief, considering most of my team members would frown on me fucking the competition—again.

Once we had both finished, I pulled myself away from her and we, for the second time that day, righted ourselves. Annie pulled a Kleenex off of my desk and cleaned herself up where I could see our joint liquids coming out of her. The view was pretty incredible, if I was being honest.

"So, we keep doing this and we both symbolically win?" I asked, once we were both fully redressed. She bit her lip, looking a little regretful. On the one hand, I wanted to make her feel as crappy as she had with me—but on the other hand, I really wanted to keep doing this. The sex was incredible, and I could easily become accustomed to our illicit meetings.

"Look... I like Chang. I like being on his team," she began. I leaned heavily against the door, waiting for her to pull the rug out from under me again. "But," she said firmly. "No one tells me what to do. I may look like a sweet, innocent little girl, but I'm not."

"I can attest to that," I added. She offered a small smile—perhaps the first genuine one I'd seen on her.

"Right, well... I've had men try to dictate my life for me before, and I'm not about to let Chang think he can. I want him to know that he doesn't get to call the shots here," she motioned between us.

"That's understandable," I said slowly. "But I think your point's probably been made now, don't you?"

"Probably." She looked around the office, as if seeking out something that was there. "Or maybe I just want to keep doing this because it's fun." I couldn't help the grin that took up residence on my face.

"So... what now?" I asked. She offered a one shoulder shrug and grabbed her purse.

"I guess I'll see you around?" she asked. She had a slightly hopeful tone in her voice. I nodded slowly, considering what that actually meant.

This would carry on. If for no other reason than it was fun.

"I'll see you around," I concluded. I stepped out of the way and opened the door for her, closing it once she was clear.

This was probably a bad idea—but fuck if it didn't feel amazing.

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