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By Mellanie Hewlitt (mellaniehewlitt@hotmail.com)


Rachel Doyle stirred drowsily in the fragrant bubble bath as the shrill ring of the alarm clock woke her from her slumber. She had fallen asleep for 20 minutes in the warm scented water and reached drowsily for the bath-tub plug to release the soapy suds and quickly shower.

The pretty 24 year old brunette was 6 months into her internship with JP Morgan and was anxious to climb the corporate ladder and join the rat race in the world of investment banking. Thus far she was well on her way, with one small problem.

A big part of the corporate banking world required that she mixed and mingle with the crème de le crème of society, and to fit her jet-setting Yuppie image and life-style she had to get that flashy nice car. Which meant she also had to get her driving license before she was eligible to purchase the vehicle of her dream.

She had given herself 3 months to pass the test, but after 9 frustrating months and 5 failed attempts she was fast becoming desperate. It did not help that her colleagues were all asking when they could take a spin in her hot rod. Thus far she had avoided the question tactfully, and no one safe for Jenny, her chubby and rotund best friend and flatmate, knew of her predicament. But she could not hide the truth indefinitely.

Jenny had finally recommended her current Driving Instructor, Mr. Crivelli. Reputed as the best Driving Instructor this side of town, 10 lessons with this driving Guru would guarantee her the driving license she so badly needed. The only problem was that Crivelli's schedule was completely full for the next 3 months.

It seemed there was an overwhelming demand for his services. The grumpy old instructor had even refused to meet her, so Rachel's only chance was to catch him on a Saturday afternoon at the end of Jenny's driving lesson, when he dropped Jenny at the porch of their apartment. Jenny had hinted that Crivelli had a fondness for "pretty young things", and it was no secret in the office that Rachel was a natural head turner.

Her long jet black hair, willowy figure and milky white complexion had earned her the nick name "Snow White" and she was constantly at the receiving end of unwanted male attention. Rachel made full use of her stunning beauty in the office and she was confident that she would also have Crivelli eating out of her hands, all she needed was an opening which Jenny had provided.

Toweling herself dry, she stopped at the full length mirror to admire her long graceful limbs, full firm breasts, flawless ivory white complexion and 23 inch waist. Those were a lethal combination of assets that had served her well in the past. She quickly slipped on her white bra and panties. It was a hot summer afternoon and she chose a low cut black mini skirt, and a white blouse which hugged the contours of her supple figure. Her watch showed 2.59PM as she waited in the front porch for Jenny to pull-up. After what seemed like 5 minutes a black dirty Volkswagen slowly pulledup.

As Jenny turned the engine off, Rachel walked quickly to the waiting car. Rachel's first glimpse of Crivelli fitted the mental image she had of him from their phone conversation and Jenny's description. He was a fat balding bespectacled Italian man in his fifties with a thick black beard. Rachel could hear Jenny engaged with him in an argument...

Crivelli: "No, no, I don't have time to meet your friend today, I already said my schedule is full for another 3 months"

Jenny: "Its ok Mr. Crivelli, Rachel only wants to say hi, and you will find she is very attractive and pleasant.'

Rachel guessed she would have to make her entrance now, she quickly walked over to the passenger's side and smiled brightly: "Oh Mr. Crivelli it is so nice to finally meet you, and Jenny was not exaggerating when she said you were a rugged and handsome young man, I am Rachel, we spoke briefly....."

Crivelli paused in mid-sentence, taken by surprise. He was running late for his next appointment and was anxious to get rid of his final student for the afternoon. But this fat, obese student had refused to vacate the driver's seat insisting that he meet her friend. He had neither the time nor the desire to meet more fat ugly women and as Rachel intervened he turned crossly to face her intending to brush her off.

However the sight that befell his eyes was totally unexpected. Standing by the window of the passenger seat was a stunning brunette beauty with jet black long flowing hair and a model's long lithe supple figure. Temporarily unsettled, he began again..

Crivelli: "Yes Ms Doyle was it not... but I cannot meet you today... I have another appointment in 10 minutes time at Spencer Street..."

Rachel moved closer and rested her arm on the sidewindow, allowing Crivelli to peer down the creamy white cleavage nestled snugly in her blouse.

Rachel: "Oh I only need a ride to Spencer Street Station...that's on your way is it not, it is such a hot day and I have not been able to call a cab so far..."

Crivelli said reluctantly: "Ok, but I take you only to the station, that's all, get in, and I have not fixed the air-conditioning yet so it will be warm in the car."

Jenny gave Rachel a quick wink and squeeze on her shoulder as Crivelli moved to the drivers seat; "Good luck, make the most of your opening, you only have about 20 minutes, that's how far Spencer Street Station is from here."

As Rachel climbed into the car, she already felt the oven like heat that had accumulated in the small interior. Crivelli himself was perspiring and she detected a foul stale odor in the car. But she was not deterred. They drove in silence for a minute, Crivelli's bedside manners left much to be desired, Rachel thought to her self.

Rachel: "So Mr. Crivelli the weekend is here, what do you do on Saturday nights?"

Crivelli: "I teach driving, Jenny was last student today."

Rachel: "But I thought you said you had another lesson at Spencer Street?"

Crivelli: "No I did not, do you not have ears, I said I have an appointment."

Rachel: "Oh I am sorry, who are you meeting?"

Crivelli: "All these questions, why all these questions, you get out at Spencer Street Station."

Crivelli was determined not to submit to the charms of this alluring young beauty. He knew girls like this one, they always had a hidden agenda but Rachel would be disappointed today, he was not a push over.

This one would be a challenge, Rachel thought, as she looked at her watch. 5 minutes had passed and she was making no progress with Crivelli. This was a first for her as she was used to having her way with all the office lads. And the stifling heat in the car also did not help. Already she felt her blouse clinging to her as beads of perspiration broke collected on her moist skin.

She crossed her long lithe legs, pulling the min further up to reveal creamy smooth skin of her inner thighs. Crivelli tried to ignore the tantalizing vision seated next to him, fighting the impulse to reach out and run his hands along the ivory white sweet flesh .

Rachel: "This is such hot weather we are having, I feel so hot and damp all over, don't you Mr. Crivelli?"

Crivelli: "I already said the air-conditioning is not working, that's why I am headed to Spencer Street to my nephew's car workshop there to get it fixed, your fat friend Jenny was also complaining the whole hour."

Rachel: "Oh is that where you are going, wait, just let me get the windows lower down."

She leaned across Crivelli and started winding down the window on the drivers seat, making sure that her soft firm bosoms made contact with his arms. Crivelli flinched as he felt her supple breasts pressing gently against his arms. This lass was young, perhaps no more than 23-24 years old. She must have had a bubble bath as her fresh sweet scent filled the small confines of the car. In spite of himself, he felt breathless.

Rachel: "There, that's a little better, I love the feel of the breeze on my skin...it gives me goose bumps."

Crivelli did not answer. Through the side of his eyes he noted how her tight fitting white blouse hugged every contour of her lithe body, accentuating her soft firm breasts. The blouse was so body hugging that he could see the faint outline of her nipple through the sheer material.

Rachel: "Do you know that I find older men very sexually alluring? They have a confidence that other younger more immature men lack."

Crivelli answered uncertainly; "Really?"

Rachel smiled and gave a long black hair a toss; "Yes, only older men know how to make a girl feel like a woman."

Crivelli remained silent and she continued; "You are so good with your hands, especially when you change gears, such strong masculine hands, its no wonder you are such a good instructor. Its really a pity you cannot accommodate me earlier in your driving schedule."

Crivelli impatiently replied: "We have discussed this before, I can only take you in 3 months, there are others waiting in line and its not fair to them. Besides there are other instructors in town."

Rachel sounded disappointed: "Yes, but none of them are like you. I have failed the practical portion of the test 4 times already and I simply need the license to get a car."

Crivelli smiled: "Yes, I have a 98% success rate, I have been teaching for more than 20 years and was previously a tester at the school, in fact I even helped them to design the current test procedures, so its no surprise that I can beat them at their own game. But as I said you will have to wait."

So that was why he was so good, Rachel thought, the old man used to be a tester and designed their current system. She had to close this deal successfully at any costs, the stakes had just been raised. She edged closer to Crivelli and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing the white lacy bra caressing her supple breasts.

Rachel: "Well surely we can keep the dialogue open, I am in urgent need of your services, I simply have to pass my next driving test in 1 month's time. My job requires that I own and drive a car, so I really will do anything, anything at all if you can just help me out."

Thoughts were racing through Crivelli's mind, he was a lonely old bachelor with hardly any money and even less physical charm. He knew that even average women would not wish to spend time with him, let alone stunning young beauties like Rachel. So this represented an opportunity of a life time for him, and he had to make the most of it. What had started out as an irritating pimple was now seen as a golden opportunity.

Crivelli: "Well, what exactly did you have in mind young lady? I am all ears."

Rachel: "Oh that's really for you to decide, but I can pay double hourly rates, money is not a problem."

Crivelli: "Paah, I make enough to live a simple life, I don't need your money...surely you have more to offer?" He smiled suggestively at Rachel revealing an uneven row of yellow nicotine stained teeth which sent shivers up her spine..

Rachel: "Well if increasing your fees is not what you have in mind, we can explore other options." As much as he repulsed her, Rachel realized she had to play his little game and keep the dialogue open.

Crivelli: "Well I am a lonely old man, its not every day that I get to spend some quality time with a lovely young princess like you. Why don't you join me and my nephew at the garage for a nice dinner, let us find out more about you?" He smiled suggestively.

Rachel hesitated. She had always used her body as a tool for negotiation, but she was also always smart enough to ensure she controlled the course of negotiations. The thought of spending even an additional minute with this disgusting old fart was revolting enough, let alone an entire evening. But she realized she had little choice, he had her where he wanted her.

It had been almost twenty minutes in the car and as Spencer Street Station came into view, she realized with a shock she had to decide now.

Crivelli: "Well Rachel, here is where you get-off. I will see you perhaps in 3 months, unless you wish to join us for dinner?"

Crivelli eased off on the accelerator, he knew he had to give her more time and encouragement; "The failure rates for the driving tests have been on the increase recently as they are tightening up on road safety protocols. There are some new procedures I designed, which will give you the edge." He studied her face and noted the indecision written on it. Will she bite?

Finally with a hint of resignation Rachel replied: "I suppose a harmless dinner with you and your nephew would be a good idea."

Crivelli's heart raced, he was a step closer to his ultimate objective. As he steered the car away from the station his devious mind began working out a strategy that would place him in a dominant position of negotiation over this brazen young lass.

Another twenty minutes of driving brought them into the less fashionable part of town. Crivelli had been more silent then usual in the last 10 minutes. Rachel had never ventured into this dark foreboding slum area and a wave of apprehension swept over her as Mr. Crivelli drove still further on.

Rachel suddenly realized that she may have made an error in judgment, here she was in a car driven by a man who was virtually a total stranger to her, driving to an undisclosed location to meet yet another unknown stranger. But it was too late to change her mind and she would have to see this game to its final conclusion.

Rachel: "Er, how far more do we have to go before we reach the garage," she asked nervously.

Crivelli: "Just another 5 minutes drive, and we will be ay Joey's garage. It's not exactly a classy joint that a broad like you is used to, but you can get used to it."

It was close to 4.30PM when they finally pulled into the entrance of a grungy looking, dilapidated single story building. Several cars were parked at the entrance, some with their bonnets raised in obvious stages of repair. Without a second glance at her Crivelli killed the engine and got out.

It was only then that Rachel realized Crivelli had been sitting on a stack of cushions. The old lecher was actually quite short, almost a midget. Rachel got out of the car and hesitantly followed him into the shadowy interior of the garage. She was not very tall, weighing in at 100, measuring 34C-25-35 and standing 5'4, but as she followed him she noticed in amusement that his balding head barely drew level with her shoulders.

The garage was small and dirty, the unpleasant scent of engine grease, petrol and paint filled her nostrils. The floor was covered by a thick layer of dirt and oil, and there was dust every where. She tried not to touch anything and stayed in the center of the garage.

Crivelli: "Hey Joey, where the fuck are you, I brought a little present for you."

A fat bald man in greasy mechanic's overalls appeared from a room in the back. He was in his late thirties and immediately sported her.

Joey: "Well, well, well look what the cat brought in. My, this is a nice little piece of equipment." He openly leered.

Rachel could feel the hairs rising on the back of her neck as she felt his leering eyes wondering over her body.

Crivelli: "Ah yes, this is my latest potential prodigy, Rachel. I brought her along so we could discuss some business matters."

Rachel put on her best social graces and extended her hand: "How do you do Joey"

Joey immediately grabbed her hand and she tried not to notice that his hands were smeared with axle grease and oil.

Joey: "Yeah Rachel, you can do business with me any day, or night." He openly leered. "We don't get many of your high society kind here so do make yourself right at home."

Crivelli: "Well you can put your tongue back in your mouth and come take a look at the car, the airconditioning system is busted again."

Joey reluctantly left Rachel's side (much to her relief) and wondered over to the Volkswagen. As Joey and Crivelli engaged in discussions, Rachel reviewed her strategy plan. She did not know who disgusted her more, Joey or Crivelli, but Joey was now an added obstacle. She needed to have one on one time with Crivelli. She already knew that he was turned on by her, but even the mere thought of physical contact with him was physically revolting to her.

Crivelli returned and said: "Well tonight's dinner will have to wait awhile yet, Joey took a look at the car and he needs to hope over to his supplier to pick up some spare parts to do the job, he should be back within the hour."

Rachel: "Oh? But I was hoping to have an early dinner as I have an engagement later this evening."

Crivelli: "He wont be too long dreary, in the mean time we can get to know each other a little closer er? Are you still serious about taking lessons with me?"

Rachel: "Of cause, yes I suppose now is a good moment to discuss business."

Crivelli: "It is dirty and smelly in the garage, come with me to the back-office, it is more comfortable."

He led Rachel into an adjoining office that was just as dirty as the garage. There was an office table with left over pizza piled in the middle, assortment of car magazines and quite a lot of porn material also. Crivelli sank into the worn leather chair behind the table, but Rachel was anxious to close the deal and remained standing.

Rachel: "I would like to cut straight to the point, basically I need to get my license by end of this month, which is also when the next test is scheduled. I already signed up for it and paid the test fees. So its imperative that we start lessons as early as possible."

Crivelli: "Whoa there little Missy, we are moving too fast. I have not even indicated I will take you as my student. And of cause there is also a 3 month waiting list. It would not be fair to the other students who have been waiting for 3 months!"

Rachel: "But I absolutely need the lessons this week!"

Crivelli: "And I absolutely also need to get laid tonight! You see my dear, this is not a perfect world and I think you should sit down and talk this over in a friendly amicable level."

Rachel reverted to the softer approach. She took a sit opposite the table and crossed her long slender legs, giving Crivelli a good view of the sweet ivory white flesh of her inner thighs and the hidden pleasures that lay within. "Yes, you are right perhaps. Well, where shall we start, I have offered you higher hourly rates, but that was not the way to go, so perhaps you can elaborate on your needs..."

Crivelli: "I just did, I was serious just now, but lets start with what is practical. You skipped a few steps. Firstly, I need to know what's in it for me if I do take you in as my student. After that, we can deliberate on whether I can squeeze you in for a lesson in 1-2 months time"

Rachel: "1-2 months time! That's too late. But you do know I am in desperate need of lessons, and I will do almost anything you require, I will be a model student."

Crivelli: "Well, would you be an obedient student who will heed every word of her instructor?" He smiled suggestively.

Rachel was aware in which direction the course of negotiations was rapidly headed towards and she realized that if she did not play her cards right, she might end up between the sheets with Crivelli (and perhaps even Joey if the deal was not closed soon). She preferred to ignore the sexual undertones of the conversation for now as the mere thought of physical contact with Crivelli was physically revolting to her.

Rachel: "Yes, of cause I will be a good student, I never had any problems with my past instructors. And I am always punctual and never late."

Crivelli: "Good, that nice to know, but its not good enough. You must recognize your instructor as God and obey his every word in an unquestioning manner, can you do that?"

Rachel remained silent as she considered her options. She was running out of time and estimated that Joey would be back in 50 minutes or so.

Crivelli: "You hesitate, that is not good. How can I even take you as a student let alone consider putting you in front of the waiting list. There are far more deserving students who are worthy of my time and attention."

Reluctantly Rachel said: "Yes, I will obey your every word."

Crivelli anxiously moved to the edge of the seat: "Are you absolutely certain Rachel?" He searched her face eagerly for consent realizing he was almost within reach of his goal.

Rachel: "I am certain, I will obey."

Rachel was not sure why she agreed. She needed the driving license badly, but not so desperately as to even consider exposing herself to a situation which may require her to become sexually intimate with Crivelli.

The mere thought of physical contact with Crivelli was physically revolting to her. But she also found herself inexplicably excited by her present predicament. Here she was in the "less trendy" side of town, in a dirty ram shackled garage alone with an old pervert who had obvious sexual designs on her. Perhaps the element of danger was itself a temptation.. Whatever the reason, she felt compelled to explore the situation further.

Clapping his hands in glee Crivelli stood-up; "Good, then lets do a little role play. Lets imagine we are on our first driving lesson and we are in the car."

Crivelli got up and motioned for Rachel to take a seat in the huge worn recline-able leather chair. It did not look very clean (like all the other things in the small office) and had patches of mould and un-identifiable stains everywhere.

Noting her hesitation, Crivelli gave the chair an encouraging pat and said : "Don't be afraid, I guarantee its more comfortable then most conventional car seats. And do not be deceived by its appearance."

The recline-able chair now seemed to have a foreboding and menacing air around it, and Rachel gingerly approached it, with some feeling of apprehension. As she sank uneasily into it, her delicate lithe frame seemed lost in its large embrace which seemed to dwarf her all the more. Her sensitive nose also detected a pungent unwashed odor which only added to its imposing façade.

Crivelli handed her the old Cardboard cover for the Pizza box; "Take the wheel. Let's begin, you can start the ignition."

Rachel went through the motion of turning her wrist to insert the imaginary car keys. She moved her right hand to the gear to shift to 1st gear but before she could proceed further Crivelli intervened.

Crivelli: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, no wonder you failed your previous tests. Keep safety foremost in your mind, you forgot to adjust your rear-view mirror."

Crivelli moved to her front and pretended to adjust the imaginary mirror. Standing over her, he had a clear view of the creamy cleavage that stood out so invitingly from her blouse. Crivelli noted that she did not have very large assets, instead, her delicate frame housed medium sized bosoms elegantly capped by. Moving closer to her he detected her alluring feminine fragrance which instantly provoked a rising urgent hardness between his legs.

Feeling suddenly breathless Crivelli fought the rising primal urge to take her there and then. In a husky voice he whispered; "You also forgot your seat belt." He moved his hand to her lap and proceeded to fasten the imaginary seat belt. His hands strayed to briefly caress the bare flesh of her left thigh, savoring its silky smooth texture, lingering a moment longer there, before moving further up her thighs.

Rachel hurriedly cried out: "Oh dear instructor, there is a car pulling up behind me, we have to move on, I should really get the car moving."

Crivelli seemed momentarily lost: "Huh, oh yeah, put your foot on the gas..." he mumbled reluctantly

Rachel signed in relief, and gave her self a pat on the back for getting out of that tight spot. But she was not out of the woods yet.

Crivelli: "I have decided to conduct a mock test for this lesson." He announced. "For every minor mistake you make, I will confiscate one item of clothing from your person. Major mistakes will cost two items"

Rachel realized the stakes had just gone up, and if she was not carefully the game would only have one possible outcome. "Wait, since this is a mock test its only fair that we place a 20 minute time limit on the test, and if I pass the test, that also means you will take me as your student immediately."

Crivelli paused to consider the new offer. Twenty minutes, that was basically his window of opportunity. He was confident he could remove most of her clothing by then, but he wanted more time. "A standard test lasts 45 minutes at least, lets do this right."

Rachel: "Ok, that means it started 5 minutes ago and we only have 40 minutes left on the clock."

Crivelli smiled: "Well I can live with that, and since you have already made two previous errors, the seatbelt and rear mirror, I will remove your shoes first."

Not waiting for her consent, he reached down and removed Rachel's right shoe. Taking his time, Crivelli ran his fingers along her bare inner soles, slowly moving up towards her calves, admiring her long slender legs. He moved on to her left shoe, but she pre-empted him by quickly kicking it of her foot.