When you enter the mechanic's, the place seems empty, but you find your car. The smell of motor oil hangs heavy in the air, mixed with the faint scent of gasoline. You hope it is repaired because you are in a hurry to take it to collect your kids from school. Then you notice two boots sticking out from under your car, the sound of metal clinking against metal coming from beneath.

The mechanic yells: Just a second! As soon as I have tightened this bolt I am ready to serve you! The voice sounds feminine and amused, carrying a hint of mischief.

Soon enough a pretty blonde in her twenties appears from under your car. Her overalls dropped to her waist, revealing a tight white tank top stretched across her impressive tits. Still laying on her back, she extends her oil-stained palm, her blue eyes twinkling. Her gaze lingers on your physique, a playful smirk dancing on her lips, hinting at the amorous intentions brewing beneath her professional demeanor. Hello love, I'm Kate. What brings you to my humble garage today?