The Mechanic

“God, we are so lucky you packed that suit,” I said, standing back and watching Chris tighten up the last bolt on the tire, “I mean, of all the suits you could have brought for this trip.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Chris, standing up and wiping the sweat from his brow. His beefy chest glistened in the sun, “I mean the dude’s hot, and I figured these tattoos would be kinda cool to rock for the weekend, but good thing I remembered he was a mechanic, too! I remember the first time I saw him when I took my car into the shop… Not long after that, I added him to my collection – and look! Turns out he’s come in pretty handy!”

“I’ll say so!” I said, “You changed that tire in no time flat, babe. And looked damn hot doing it! So, uh… what other skills does Mr. Mechanic here have?”

“I’m saving that for when we get to the hotel room…” Chris smiled with the mechanic’s devilish grin, “In fact, I wasn’t gonna put him on until we got there, but now that I’m already dressed up, I think I might as well just keep him on. What do you think about that?”

“If you do that,” I said, “I might not be able to wait until we get to the hotel room!”

“Well how about we make it even then?” he said, popping the trunk and digging through the suitcases, “How about you slip into this one, and then we can both show up at the hotel looking like a couple of tough-lookin’ tattooed muscle guys!”

“Oh, baby!” I said, holding up the second suit in front of me, running my hands through the realistic hair on what I could tell was going to be a very muscular chest, “You know I’ve been wanting to try this one out forever! Help me get inside right now! With these suits, this is gonna be one of our hottest weekends ever!”