For real

The sexy panel beater guy

Chapter 4

On that very same day Renata walks into the sixth company to drop off her resume. But no one so far has jobs for someone who majors in Communication Science while obtaining their bachelor’s degree.

She's creative, too, she now tells the guy who owns the panel-beating and spray-painting business. She can draw nicely and she can design things for him that he can spray paint on the motorcycle tanks and cars' hoods.

At that moment she sees an expression of perfect understanding on someone she is begging for work, for the very first time.

"Sign? Design. Like, for example, you can draw a dragon tattoo that is on someone's body on paper, then I can trace it on the car and paint it."

"That's exactly what I can do."

"Then I'll pay you for it."

"Well, that's what I hope you'll do, because I'm looking for a job after all, you know."

Excited, he walks away to lock the door of his office. Renata wasn't exactly worried about it. She knows the dragon she had to draw is on his body. He probably doesn't want to be seen half naked in front of his workers.

He takes off his shirt to reveal his rather toned and muscular upper body.

Renata picks up the sketchpad and pencil he puts on the table and begins to sketch. Every bit of detail where the dragon peeks over the man's shoulder first. His head, his mouth from which fire spouts. Then the part on the guy’s sexy stomach, to which the scaly legs and paws are attached. But the dragon's tail disappeared into the man's pants. And when she stops drawing, he starts to untie his button and zip to show her what is underneath.

She stops him immediately. Not necessary, it is easy to guess what it looks like from there.

No, you won’t be able to guess. Its got a rather unusual knob on its tale. If she doesn’t draw it like it is, it will be fake. He wants his own dragon on the car’s bonnet.

“Of course,” she replies, already fiery hot and bright red in the face. The guy has got such nice shoulders and very a good waist. She can see through his denim how perfect his buttocks is. And then she gets reckless. She needs to see his tale as well.

The one in front.

So, he frees that fearful dragon from its pants, so that she should see the lines of the tail curling around it.

She begins to draw and waits for him to push his big guy aside so she could see better. Her mouth was totally dry and her panties soaking wet

And then she realizes...

She's going to burst open and drop to death if she doesn't feel that huge dragon inside her today. Perhaps the man was waiting for her hesitation, the look of want on her face, for the next moment he takes the sketchpad and pencil from her hands and packed her on his desk.

He pulls her panties off her lower body and waited for her to protest.

She couldn’t.

Then he opens her lips with his fingers and sent that enormous dragon right up into her womanhood, stretching her wide open. Then, without any further ceremony he starts pumping in her with hard and rough motions.

While his tool is enjoying himself down under, he opens her blouse and remarks, "I like your boobies." Then he squeezes them with his coarse hands.

And suddenly, with no warning at all, and with a deep sigh of satisfaction he empties himself inside her.

He is still inside her, when someone knocks hard on the door and exclaims, "Boss, your wife has just stopped in front of the factory."

"f**k," he growls. "And you haven't finished drawing my picture yet. But it's okay, I'll pay you for what you've done so far. Come and fetch the money later. Just get yourself out of here."

“Sure!” She slips out of his back door, panties between her legs to stop the constant flow of fluid that is dripping from her, handbag over her shoulder. In her red Renault Stepway she tries to clean herself up. No use to put that panties on again.

She starts driving to get away from the scene of lust and to go home to clean herself up.

She’s got an appointment with Chanelle Rosberg in an hour’s time, and she really doesn’t want the women to smell the passion on her.

But one thing is for sure. She is not going back to fetch her money at that panel beater shop, ever.

Renata takes a long and warm bath, washing herself thoroughly before getting out to dry herself. She is sore, inside and out. But all and all, the experience was so exciting. Something she will probably never forget. But she is definitely never going to repeat this again.

But now she’s got something to write about in her next story. From her own experience at least.

And that is what Chanelle wants to talk about, the woman tells her, while she is sitting opposite her in the offices of Rosberg and Rosberg. When is her next story coming?

“I don’t know if I will be able to produce stories that fast. I must find a daytime work to survive. And a place to stay, as I can’t afford my garden flat anymore…” Renata admits reluctantly. She doesn’t want to sound like a needy person. “I just cannot afford to be a fulltime author, even if that is the only thing I wants to do.”

“That is quite a problem,” Chanelle admits. “For me and for you, as at the moment you are my author with the most potential. But I think I may have a solution for that problem. Is there anything that keeps you in town at the moment?”

“Not really…” as a matter of fact. After this morning’s encounter with that sexy panel beater guy, she’s got one urge, and that is to disappear from familiar territory.