Tina finished the day pleasantly exhausted. Out back, she threw her tools in the truck, strapping them into place so they wouldn’t shift. Her ride was a classic muscle car, a 1970 Oldsmobile 442 Coupe with a 455 V8 engine, a 4-speed manual transmission, and fiberglass outside air induction hood. Her friends had nicknamed the car, Maalox, because of its gut-wrenchingly acrylic enamel hot-pink paint job. The interior was black leather, rubber, and plastic. Almost all of her spare money went into Maalox and she spent more hours tinkering with it that strictly necessary.<br/><br/>Staring the motor up, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the engine vibrating up through the seat, before heading pulling out and into traffic. An insanely fast car, she freely acknowledged that it sucked ball on curves. A few stops later, she pulled into Ryan’s neighborhood. Grimacing, she noticed the empty needle was bouncing on the bottom. Maalox burned far more than its share of gas and oil, but she didn’t give a damn. Pulling up in front of the line of garages, she put the car in park and hopped out. One of the condos was empty and she had appropriated its garage as her own. Feeling a little rush of warmth running from her heart to her thighs, she had to admit she spent as much time as Ryan’s as she could get away with. Unlocking the garage, she pulled Maalox in and spent a few minutes rubbing her down with a soft cloth she used to keep the wax job looking nice. Kissing the hood, she shut the garage door, locked it and headed over to Ryan’s place. Using the key, she let herself in and spent the few hours or so cleaning his kitchen, bathroom, and throwing his laundry into the machines downstairs. Tina always made sure that she never left anything of hers over; she didn’t want him thinking she was hinting at anything deeper than just friends who fucked. But she didn’t think he’d freak out if she left a few cleaning supplies under the sink.<br/><br/>Done, she slipped into the shower, wondering if he’d think her leather thigh high boots and traffic stopping barely touching the top of her thighs shorts were as hot as she would though they were in the store. A girl had to treat herself to a brand new fuck me outfit every now and then she though with a smile.<br/>