Son for Hire: Thunderbird Interlude

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Author’s Note: This scene is an interlude for my story Son for Hire and not a stand alone story itself. It picks up right after chapter 94 of that story and follows the MC’s sister. I am posting this for readers of that story who already know what is going on and who the characters are. To any new readers or readers interested in the kinks here but with no interest in the original story all I can say is that I hope you can get something from this scene.

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Kitty and Alan stand in stunned silence as Donny storms down the driveway to disappear around the neighbor’s hedge.

Feeling awkward and embarrassed by her brother’s behavior Kitty turns to Alan. “He…he’s just upset. He didn’t mean those things Alan.”

“Yeah he did.” Alan says. “And that’s just fine. I’d rather know where I stand with a man than to be left guessing.”

Kit wondered if she ought to go after her fake husband. Is that what a proper wife ought to do? She wasn’t sure. As a sister she was pretty fucking pissed off. Donny had popped off on her, again, and though she knew he was going through a lot of upheaval in his life right now she certainly did not appreciate being spoken to like that. Not from him of all people. Worse yet, he lashed out at Alan after one of the sweetest damned things she’d ever seen a man do for somebody. A free car to help the young couple out? What could have been nicer than that? They’d already accepted so much of Evelyn’s grandpa’s stuff, why was this one so different? Donny was just being petulant because it wasn’t his precious Evelyn.

Blunting her anger was the fact that she felt responsible for what had just happened. She hadn’t told her brother about her conversation with Alan earlier that afternoon. She hadn’t been hiding the encounter from Donny on purpose, in fact she was planning to tell him before they went to bed that night, but this gesture from Alan had come completely out of the blue. She wrongly assumed Alan would never bring this subject up or, if he did, it would be some time from now. Instead of a hundred jagged little lies to keep stringing Alan along thinking that she was pregnant Kitty had opted for one big terrible lie that would tie this loose end off nice and tidy. The way the big guy was concerned about her well-being when he thought she was pregnant really touched her and she couldn’t bear seeing him worry about her like that over a falsehood. He might be a blind fool concerning his wife but he was still a good man and didn’t deserve what was happening to him. Her sympathies weren’t enough to make her end this ride on the gravy train but there was no point making it any worse than it had to be for him.

“He’ll cool off.” Alan says sagely. “It’s a guy thing. Leave him be and he’ll come back with his head on right.”

“Okay. If you say so.” She says in a small voice.

Alan tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. “Does he fly off the handle like this often Kitty?”

Out of the corner of her eye she peers up at Alan. “You’re worried about me. You’re such a Dad.”

He scoffs.

“No, Donny’s a gentle soul.” She says. “He’s just going through a lot right now. The move, looking for a job, the other stuff, you know.”

“Yeah. I didn’t realize he was raised without a father.” He says as he rubs his big meaty hands together. “I can see why it’s a sore point. So you’re both from fatherless homes?”

“Uhhh, yeah.” Kit had almost forgotten she’d told Alan that about herself. “I had no Daddy either.”

“Seems to be the way things are going.”

“Yeah.” Kitty sighs and turns back toward Alan. “He says it doesn’t matter to him but…he could probably use a bit of male guidance sometimes.”

“Might be a bit late for that.” Alan says, a hint of sadness in his voice. “Anyway, you want the clunker or what?”

Kitty looks at the old t-bird. Reaching out she runs her hand over the front fender. Momentarily dropping the sweet young ditz persona she usually kept up around Alan she says more seriously. “You don’t have to give this to us Alan. Especially after that. Why don’t we just forget about this whole thing.”

“Nonsense.” He says. “You need it. You want it. And I want it out of here. This thing is taking up space where a Benz could be parked.”

“You really don’t mind?”

“No.” He states directly. “Listen, if it makes you feel better we can tell Evelyn and anybody else that asks that you bought it from me. Give me a few bucks and it won’t even be a lie.”

Kitty has to hide her smirk. But it was a lie. What was one more lie to add to all of the others? Why should Alan be the only one living honestly? What a fucking glorious mess this whole thing was.

“I’ll give you twenty bucks for it.” She says firmly.

“Deal.” He holds out his hand.

Kitty looks at his big mitt…then slips her hand into it. Hers nearly disappears inside of his as the pair seal the deal with a shake. His hand was big, powerful, and yet his warm palm was surprisingly supple against her soft dainty fingers. His were not the hard and calloused hands of a laborer though they’d seen some Elazığ Escort good honest work in their day.

“Keys are in the ignition.” He says. “When Donny’s up for it he can come up anytime to work on it.”

Kit looks back out into the rosy light of evening. “I’m not really sure he’s going to be interested. Maybe the paint but I don’t think he’s much of a fixer kind of guy.” She smiles brightly and pops up tall. “But luckily there’s always me.”

“You?”

“Yeah! Why don’t you teach me?” She says, her eyes gleaming. “I’ll be a good student. Pleeeease!”

Alan shifts uncomfortably. “I…don’t think that’s a good idea Kitty.”

“Why not? What are ya, sexist or something? Come on, a girl can fix a car as good as a guy.”

“I’m not doubting your ability Kit, it’s just not a good idea.” His eyes flit, just for an instant, to the empty bay where his wife’s car usually sat. “If Donny won’t do it you can hire a guy. I might be able to swing you a good deal with my mechanic. Not too good mind you. He’s a crook, but he does good work.”

“Respectfully…that’s some bullshit Alan.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Good Christian girl’s got quite a mouth on her.”

She stamps her foot and crosses her arms. “It’s not fair. I’m willing to do the work. I just need to be shown what to do. You were willing to do it for him. I’m sorry I’m not a dude but…”

“Kit.” He holds up a hand. “It’s not about that. I just can’t.”

“Fine.” She pouts melodramatically. “I’m a capable, intelligent woman. I’ll do it without you then. I don’t need a man to fix a car.” Her bare feet slapping on the smooth concrete Kitty comes around to look under the hood. “How hard can it be?” Leaning in she studies the engine for a moment. Acting way, WAY dumber than she actually was she points to the radiator cap. “Oil goes in there, yeah?”

His stern face nearly cracks into a grin, but not quite. “No. That would be bad.”

“Oh.” Her face flinches with frustration and she pouts harder at the engine. Pointing to the big round air cleaner she says. “Is that a hub cap?”

“A hub…!?” This time he does let out a guffaw. “No my dear, that is not a hub cap.”

“Oh.” She peeps dejectedly then tries again. “The muffler?”

“The muffler!? Oh my God.” He face palms.

She licks her lips and scrunches up her face as she ‘thinks’ hard in the most empty-headed way. “Which one’s the transmission? Does this have one of those?”

“Lord save us.” He mutters. “I thought you liked old cars.”

“To look at!” She whinges. “Is there, like, a manual or something? Something with pictures preferably.”

“I think you’re going to need more than a manual.” He chuckles. “Just talk to Donny. I’m sure we can figure something out.”

“You don’t think I can do it!” She frowns. “You think I’m stupid.”

“I never said that Kitty.”

“You do! Well…well…” She clenches her fists in defiance and scowls, adorably. “…I’ll show you that I can do it. I’ll show you and Donny! I’ll show you that I can…” Her eyes drift back to the belts and caps and tubes dotting the old V-8. All at once her gumption leaves her. Her arms slump to her sides in defeat. “Ohhh, you’re right. I can’t do it. It’s hopeless!”

“Now hold on. It’s not hopeless.”

“Even if I had a manual…I wouldn’t be able to make any sense of it.” She looks wayyyy up at the towering Alan, brown eyes batting and looking as tiny and fragile as she could manage. “I’m just a dumb girl. I’d just make a great big mess of it. Like I do everything.”

“Hey.” Alan says. “What is this talk?”

“I made my husband angry. I made you angry.”

“I’m not angry Kit.”

“I can’t fix a car like you can. I can’t bake and cook good like Evelyn can. I can’t make nice pictures like Donny can. What can I do? Nothin.” With a great flouncing sigh Kitty drops her head and says pitifully. “I’m no good to anybody.”

Kitty stands there looking as woeful as a scolded puppy for a few long seconds as she lets her performance sink in. Alan, meanwhile, is looking down at her pathetic pouting trying his absolute best not to laugh in her face. “So…does this usually work?”

“Yes.” She looks up and bats her big brown eyes to beg one last time. “Pleeeease?”

He rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Fine. I can show you a few things.”

“Yeah!” She cheers joyously, her previous glumness erased in an instant. “Ha ha! You’re easy! Hey, while I’ve got you on the ropes, can I swim in the pool?”

“No.”

“Can I drive your Porsche?”

“No!”

“Aw, come on.”

“Go get your twenty bucks.” He waves her off. “And change into something you don’t mind getting dirty.”

“Ooooo! We’re gettin dirty! I like it dirty.”

“GET!” He swats her butt and sends her giggling out of the garage.

As Kitty, bouncing and bobbing, disappears around the the building Alan looks down at his open left hand, the one that had just swatted the pretty young neighbor’s cute little ass, like the betrayer that it was. He closes his fist and his eyes and whispers to the empty garage. Elazığ Escort Bayan “This is a mistake.” He then lets out a long sigh and turns to start laying out tools for Kitty’s first lesson in car mechanics.

***

Skipping along on bare tippy-toes Kitty hurries back downstairs to get changed. She was getting a car! Her own car! A nice car too! Big and bold, a real head-turner of a ride. Sure it was old but it was still a true American beauty. While hardly a car nut Kit loved the old ones. To her eyes new cars just couldn’t touch the styling and character of those classic designs. Whether driven by a gangbanger or a backyard gear-head she never missed an opportunity to check out the classic hot rods and lowriders that would cruise the old neighborhood. And not only was she getting a car, even better, she was going to get to work on it as well. She never found the opportunity to really educate herself on the different models and years or learn how to turn a wrench but that didn’t stop her from being interested. Sometimes she’d even shave a few bucks off of a John’s fee if she liked his whip. This was amazing! Even the bad taste left in her mouth after Donny’s scene could not sour this moment for her.

But the car wasn’t the only thing that had Kitty dancing on air. That playful swat to her booty changed…EVERYTHING.

It’s as if she barely touches a step as she flies down the stairs to get changed. She rushes into Donny’s room, technically ‘their’ room in the fiction of their fake marriage, and starts rummaging through her clothes drawer for something appropriately inappropriate. After considering a set of cute overall shorts and t shirt she decides to take it one step further. Finding a pair of scissors she quickly turns one of her pairs of jeans into a pair of cut-offs. After studying it a moment…she cuts another inch off the bottom. With this she pairs a plain pink tanktop that hugged her lithe little body just right. The combination showed just the right amount of skin to give him something to look at without being TOO obvious about it. Some ankle socks and sneakers rounded off the look. Not exactly mechanic attire but they would serve her purposes. She swings by the washroom to fluff her curly hair and touch up just a bit.

Staring into the mirror, looking herself squarely in the eyes, Kitty whispers. “This is a mistake.” After a quiet moment her plump pink lips curl into a smile and that bad girl twinkle gleams brightly in her brown eyes. “I’ll just have to be careful.” With that she dashes back up the stairs, only slowing down once she was within earshot of the open garage door. At this point she slows to a casual stroll and saunters around into the garage with just a little extra sway in her hips.

She is barely through the door when a dark brown bundle of sturdy fabric is tossed at her from ten feet away. “Here.” Says Alan. “I found this. It’s probably too big but you can roll up the sleeves.”

“What the?” Kitty unfurls the garment to see that it was another pair of coveralls, similar to the one Alan wore but much smaller. On the breast was stitched in fancy swirly letters the name ‘Eugene’. “Eugene?”

“It was his from when he was around 12 or 13.” He says. “I just remembered we still had it. Evelyn doesn’t throw out much when it comes to Eugene.”

“Uh…” She looks down at the sexy little number she had just put together. She had JUST sacrificed a nice pair of jeans for this look. “I think I’m okay like this.”

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “Those bare legs are no good.”

She turns, showing off her bare shapely legs. “The shorts were all I had that I didn’t mind getting dirty.” She fibs as she turns all the way around to show off her cute ass. Frustratingly, he wasn’t even looking!

“Wear the coveralls.” He says as he arranges some tools on the bench.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“You here to work or to look good?”

“Um…both?”

“Kit.” He says sternly. “Put them on.”

She lets out a huff. “Yes Sir.” So much for showing off her legs. She had such nice legs too. They were one of her best lures as a working girl. And forget about working the booty, in this baggy rugged cotton her firm butt could be flat as plywood for all that Alan would be able to tell.

He smirks at her reaction. As she slips into Eugene’s old outfit Alan leans down to slide one of the panels back of the workbench. Inside he reveals a minifridge. “Beer?”

“Oh heck yes!” She smiles. It had been since before she cleaned up that she’d had a drink and a cold brew sounded just fucking great right now. Recovering though she was alcohol, thankfully, had never been her weakness. She pulls the baggy coveralls up to waist and cinches the belt. Leaving the top part down she ties the arms of it around her waist as well.

“IPA or Lager?”

Kitty spies into the fridge to see it split perfectly in half between the two options. The dude was organized, that’s for sure. She also notices they were craft brands that she’d never seen before. “Oh God, you’re one of those Escort Elazığ crazy IPA guys aren’t you?”

“What’s wrong with IPA?” He looks down at the bottle in his left hand that he’d just pulled out for himself.

“Yuck.” Her face twists. “I bet you just love scotch too. Islay scotch to be exact. Nothing less than 10 years old in your cabinet I’m guessing.”

“Uh…well…” He didn’t want to confess to her that she’d nailed her guess bang on the money but eventually he gives in. “Yeah. So what?”

“Nuthin.” She giggles. “Lager please.”

He cocks a brow as he pulls out a bottle for Kitty and opens it. “You seem to know a lot for a girl who said she was nervous around men.”

“I read a lot.” She giggles vapidly.

“Right.” He passes over the beer.

Kit catches his eyes glance briefly over her snug tank and the smooth bare skin of her chest. She hides her smile with a sip of the beer. “So I don’t have the twenty. Donny looks after all of our money. Can I owe ya?”

“Mm.” He nods. Taking a swig then setting his drink down he asks. “You’re a bookkeeper and he doesn’t trust you with the finances?”

“Mm mm.” She shakes her head. “I can make…silly purchases sometimes. You know, old cars that don’t run and that sort of thing.”

“Heh.” He chuckles. “I see.”

Clapping her hands she rubs them together and approaches the t-bird. “Alright, lets get into it.”

Alan nods approvingly. She might not know a damn thing about how a vehicle worked but he could see in her eyes and in her actions that Kitty was showing an enthusiasm that even his son never had. A budding motorhead perhaps? Only time would tell.

“Okay.” He says. “Let’s start simple. We’ll check the fluids, inspect the belts, hoses, filters and cables, and then I’ll have you change a tire.”

“You said the tires were good.”

“They are.” He says. “But it’s something you should know how to do.” He tilts his head. “You sure you’re going to be comfortable driving something this big?”

She shoots him a saucy glance. “I like’em big.”

“Right.” He harumphs, refusing to meet her glance. “Okay. Let’s get started.” Coming up beside her Alan reaches in and points. “That’s the dipstick, for your oil.”

She titters with juvenile humor. “Dipstick.”

He laughs despite himself. “If you’re not going to take this seriously…”

“I’ll be a good girl!” She insists…before muttering playfully. “For now.”

Alan hesitates, seeming on the edge of cutting this short, but after a deep breath he continues.

To Kitty’s surprise the normally gruff Alan turns out to be a natural teacher. Using language that even a beginner could understand and with the patience of a saint Alan begins to teach Kitty the very basics of vehicle maintenance one bite-sized bit at a time. He explains what the dipstick was for, where it went, what the oil lubricated, why it was important to keep it full and clean, and things to watch out for when checking the oil. Kitty asks lots questions, some pertinent and some silly, and Alan answers them each thoroughly and clearly without ever making her feel stupid for asking them. In fact he only encourages them. “You can’t learn if you don’t ask.” He says more than once. From there they move to the other fluids. He explains how the tranny fluid ought to be checked while the engine was warm and in drive and gives her a few basics about how an automatic transmission worked. And so it goes. At every step he would explain, demonstrate, and then have Kitty do it herself. If she did something wrong he would not criticize, only correct. Nothing that he was teaching her tonight would help her restore the old car but he was giving a foundation upon which to get there.

It is not long before he had her hanging on his every word, she was completely absorbed in the lesson. As much as Kitty had initially wanted to use her feminine wiles to play with Alan after that enticing swat she also genuinely wanted to work on the car. She was learning so much so quickly. And everything he was teaching her was not only interesting but practical as well. She found herself not wanting to spoil the moment by coming on to him too strongly. In fact…the longer then went the more that she didn’t want to spoil this at all. Papi had been the only man to have the patience and respect to speak with her like this for any length of time and even he didn’t really teach her so much as provide general advice and a safe space to talk. This project, this lesson, was giving her skills as well as confidence.

As they take a break and sip on their beers Kitty says in a soft humble voice. “You are a very good teacher.”

“Mmm.” He shrugs. “You are a very good student.”

Both hands gripping the bottle Kitty peers out the corners of her eyes to admire how Alan’s thick, powerful body filled his coveralls. Her eyes linger on the plain platinum band on the ring finger of his left hand. Why were the good ones always taken? Always!

Staring out into the night Alan says. “Your husband’s been awhile.”

“Husband?” She whispers. “Oh, right, husband. Yeah, he has.” Reaching down into her coveralls to her jeans she fishes out her phone and shoots her brother a message. “It’s not like him to…” She begins to say with concern when a text comes straight back to her. It reads: ‘I’m okay. I’m with Evelyn, we’ll be late.’

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