[Teagan's Auto]<br/><br/>"That is too much."<br/><br/>The outrage in the customers voice spoke volumes, but to Teagan, it was just another day with another pissy customer looking for a cheap price. With unblinking eyes Teagan rose from her position behind her desk, the top of which was so littered with files and papers, that there was no place for her coffee mug in the morning. Pushing the rolling chair back so that she could slip from behind the space, she walked pass the male  customer to her office door. With a twist of the know and a pull, it opened up.<br/><br/>"If you do not like my price, then feel free to go else where. I have other customers waiting to have their cars fixed and returned to them."<br/><br/>They both knew that if he went elsewhere for cheaper prices, something was bound to go wrong. A stare down commenced, the customer glared at Teagan as she un-waveringly stood her ground within her office. After a space of heartbeats the male stood and stomped from her office, slamming doors behind him as he went. It was a different day, but the same old bullshit, and another pissed off customer to go with it.<br/><br/>"Never gets old...."<br/><br/>Closing the door, she retreated back within her office, going to the big sliding glass door that overlooked the five bay garage below. Her forest green hues peered down at the workers, their rash jokes and jabbing motions at one another peeked interest, making her wonder what her grease monkey family was doing. Tilting her head to the side she brought her hands up with a rubber band, pulling the thick long blonde mass into a pony tail with the rubber band.<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted to the first garage bay, looking to the 2000 Honda Civic that sat on the lift above the ground. The sleek burnt orange body glared back the lights from overhead. Three works stood under her, looking under her skirt as they spotlighted her lady parts and poke and prodded her with air-wrenches  screwdrivers, and a assortment of other tools. The Honda Civic was getting a thorough work over, it was like a massage with a "happy ending". Her lady parts were getting replaced, and well lubed.<br/><br/>Sliding that gaze from the second bay to the third, their sat on the ground a 1987 Chevy Carmaro, the tight black muscles of this one sent a shiver down her spine. Teagan's own muscles bunched, a wish to wonder, what that muscle of metal would feel like under her? Roaring with power and speed as it took her to a fantasy world, one that not even Daisy could take her to. That image had been long ago ruined when Rise manhandled the little whore, Rise had shoved his slim jim into her and opened her up like the a cheap whore. Since that day, Teagan hasn't looked at Daisy the same way.<br/><br/>Slipping back from the window, she slipped off to the extra room at the back of her office. Unlocking it with her key to produce a room  that held a small cot and a book shelve that held three stacks of clothes and a single black jumpsuit.  Taking off her best business suit, Teagan pulled over the work jumpsuit, though by no means was it a normal jumpsuit, it had been tweaked to her liking. The pants had been cut off to the middle of her thighs, and the sleeves has been ripped away at the seam. Now you had to wonder what was the purpose of a jumpsuit, and most of all... the heels that went with it? It was so unlike any normal mechanic, then again... Teagan wasn't normal by any standards.<br/><br/>Now she exited her office completely, the joyful sounds of hushed talking over the music of power tools, made her heart pound, gearing up for what she hoped to be a better, rest of the day. The forest green of her eyes looked to the fifth bay of the garage, peering outside to two of the works that remained.<br/><br/>"Break was over ten minutes ago, get back to work or start walking..."<br/><br/>The threat reined supreme in her words as she glared at the two, this was Teagan's shop, this was her territory, anyone didn't like her rules, or her prices could walk out the door. Teagan had enough money to support her business, and enough loyal customers to keep it running. Walking from the last two bays she went to the  black Carmaro, her gaze seeming to caress the car before she turned her head over her shoulder to look at the fourth bay.<br/><br/>"Open the fourth bay, and bring in the Explorer. It needs a basic package, oil change, breaks and shoes, and  the shocks changed."<br/><br/>Giving out her orders, her eyes went over to the Honda Civic where she saw the three men working, making sure they were doing what she had order when they got their this morning. Turning back to her own work, her hands slipped under the hood, popping it open so that she over looked the engine for a moment.<br/><br/>"Looks like you need some tender love and care..."<br/><br/>And so it began.<br/><br/>Teagan used her toys on him, making him scream an holler as  she coaxed the metal clothing from his body. Licking her lips she swiped the sweat from her brow and pulled back.<br/><br/>"I love my men naked... Sexy."