Mic Mechanic 2 Novels & Stories

My supposed winning ended up in defeat. Shit! No, Bob. This can’t be real. You can’t fail me. God, I can’t lose the game! Please… Now, I was in a complete state of panic. At least, nothing bad has happened to me and I still managed to reach the mechanic station even before Bob came to a complete stop. I knew how to fix my car, it was just that I didn’t bring my tools with me. I then saw a young man—a technician perhaps—who immediately attended to the hood of my car. I opened it for him to see the issue.

Dillon said fondly as Tony settled on 'Nightmare' by Avenged Sevenfold. It was only eleven in the morning, yet Bertha was hot enough inside that they had to roll down all her windows. Thankfully, it seemed as if the rest-stop mechanic had at the very least, done her repairs properly. Even if he was a crook. Bertha held up just fine now in the heat. Just went to show what a criminal that stupid cheat mechanic was. Why was he still pissed about the mechanic? His temper had been crazy as of late.

Mikey was trying (and failing) to change spark plugs, cursing colorfully when one slipped and clattered across the concrete. “Need a hand?” she asked, crouching beside him. “Only if you promise not to tell Prez I’m mechanically challenged,” he whispered dramatically. “I’m supposed to be proving myself, not proving I’m an idiot.” She helped him, showing the trick with the extension bar, their laughter echoing. For a few minutes, it felt almost normal—two mechanics bullshitting while tools clinked. But when she stood up too fast, the room spun and her stomach lurched. She braced a hand on the workbench, breathing through it.

He grabs a towel, rubbing it briskly over his skin to restore circulation, then dresses in sweatpants and a thick hoodie, trying to shake off the lingering arousal. ************* He heads out to the garage, the concrete floor cold even through his socks. The mechanic is just finishing up, wiping grease from his hands with a rag that looks like it’s seen better days. "All set, Mr. Vale," the mechanic says, his voice gravelly. "It was the distributor cap. Water got into the cracks, shorted the whole system out. Sealed it up for you, replaced the plugs. She’ll purr now." Adrian nods, handing over the cash with a trembling hand. "Thanks for coming out on such short notice."

I said plainly, stating the faults caused by the race. “Okay, Sir!” The mechanic replied. He signalled his co-worker. The co-worker nodded and ran towards the other route. He returned shortly, sitting behind the wheel of a tow truck. I watched as the mechanic attached the winch to the car’s axle. He gave the driver a thumb up as a signal to start driving. “So, ready to celebrate? 156th win so far.” Jasper said enthusiastically. Hm! I slid my hand to my pocket and got a pack of cigarettes. I took out a stick and discarded the rest in my pocket. I lit it with a lighter.

Then he rubbed the head of his massive cock — now fully out of his jeans — up and down Jake’s crack, spreading the spit and grease. The mechanic’s dick was enormous. Thick as Jake’s wrist, heavily veined, with a fat, flared head already shiny with precum. Heavy balls hung low and sweaty beneath it. Diesel slapped the heavy length against Jake’s ass a few times, the meaty sound echoing in the garage.

The Mechanical Logic of the Flight The interceptor roared to life, its "Zero-Point" engine producing a "Low-Frequency" vibration that rattled the hangar’s "Mechanical" floor. Ethan slammed the vehicle into gear, bursting through the "Broken" pressure-gate and into the "Labyrinth" of New Geneva’s streets.

We actually talked like we hadn't had a fight a few days before and I couldn't stay away. Every time his face flashed in my head, I felt my wolf losing control. “Jethson, are you here?” Micah said, turning to me. “Yes…I am” I folded my arms, standing properly. Micah looked at me funny, “Is something wrong? You have been acting really strange this day. Zoning out each time” “Nothing is wrong, Man. So…” I said, gesturing towards the car. “She will need a new engine, old one is knocked out” Micha explained,

Pulling out his phone, he punched in a number. “Yeah, it’s me. Tow the car in—yeah, now. It needs a tune-up,” he snapped. “Got smoked by a man driving a reinforced vault on wheels. Unreal.” The poor mechanic on the other end got an earful, and not a single word of context. ---

he muttered in reply to whatever whoever it was said, he slowly placed the phone back in his pocket and looked up at Jayden. “The mechanic is ready, are you ready?!” He asked diverting the line of discussion totally, Jayden slowly thinned his lips firmly as he looked up at him. **** Moments later …. Jayden folded his hands as he stared at his car infront of him, the metal frame work of the car had been squeezed beyond repair, it has a smoky black color and the car was totally irredeemable, he just really wanted to know what happened with that car that fateful night, he watched as the mechanic struggled with it as he tried to find out what went wrong without tampering with basic evidence.