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Nadja, the screwer

"Wow, she's delicious," escaped apprentice Thomas Kroll and he whistled appreciatively through his incisors as the brunette hesitantly entered the workshop.

"Oups?" asked his boss, Nadja Pfeifer, coming around the VW T9 whose engine she was wrenching on, "Jou, she's really pretty."

"Right up your alley, huh?" teased Kroll, because it was no secret that his boss was a lesbian and liked petite, small women.

"That's right, kiddo…hello, what can I do for you?"

"Hi. Are you Mrs. Pfeifer?"

"That's me."

"I'm here because… So your friend, the policewoman…"

"Rosy?"

"Yes, Roswitha Schleimer. She said you could fix my Nakky."

"Your Nakky? You mean a Nakkita?"

"Yes. A '33 GTC. I had a hit earlier and the back is all busted up."

"Well, let's take a look," Pfeifer said, cleaning her hands and taking Tanja by the hand to be led to her car.

"Oooh, that's a fancy one. That's a special paint job?"

"Yes, Cost me 2,000 euros extra at the time."

"It's painted like that from the factory?"

"Yes."

"Good, then I can get the varnish, too. Otherwise it would be hard and I'd have to have it specially mixed."

"I get it."

Shaking her head, Nadja circled the car, mentally calculating the cost of repairs.

"Who wrecks such a nice car? Drunk?"

"Nah. An arrogant asshole in a fat SUV driving way too fast into a residential area. He didn't give a shit that he broke my Nakky."

"Are you filing a criminal complaint?"

"Absolutely, and so are the police."

"O.k. Is the key in it?"

"Here, take it."

"All right, I'll take the car up on the hoist to have a look at it from underneath. If the frame has taken a beating, it's going to be hard and really expensive."

"Then I hope something isn't broken there, too. I love my Nakky."

"How many hands did you get the car from?"

"I'm the first owner. It's my first car and I paid for it out of my teaching salary back then. Four years I paid good and Nakky never let me down."

"Then I hope for your sake that I can get Nakky going again," Nadja said in a low voice, because there were tears in Tanja's eyes again and it was very close to her.

When she got into the car, she saw the copy of the accident report on the passenger seat and decided to ask Tanja to make a copy of it because she could then settle directly with the insurance company.

Ten minutes later it was clear that the frame of the Nakkita had not been damaged and that it was only sheet metal and plastic that needed to be repaired or replaced.

"We're in luck with the rim, Tan… er, Miss Sorg. Borbet still has the model in its catalog."

"Great. Then I can keep riding the Allus¹. I mean, I don't have to get used to new ones."

"Exactly."

"And you'll get the rest done? So also the varnish?"

"Sure. When I'm done with Nakky, she'll be as pretty as she was before."

"And how much does it cost? Your friend said the insurance only pays the current value of the car."

"Yes. However, the insurance company depends on the expert opinion. I am a workshop partner of Opel and if I handle the matter directly with the insurance company, the appraiser comes to me. He judges the current value not only on the age, but also on the condition of the car and your car is virtually as good as new and in top shape. It's easy to get a value of 4,500 euros, and I can do all that for it."

"So it's not actually a total loss?"

"Nah. It's zero to zero mathematically for the insurance company, and they'll pay."

"And you can get by on 4,500?"

"Sure. You can't forget the girls' discount."

"The gi… oh, I see. You tick like that, too."

"You too?"

"Me too."

"Fine. So…I price my works based on economics, of course, but with a Nakkita GTC, my heart speaks a word. And when the owner is also so downright pretty and loves her car so much, my heart speaks a little louder."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Yes, absolutely. You fit my booty pattern perfectly, and if we had met in a bar somewhere, I would have pulled out the big digger."

"And do you make your calculation dependent on anything?"

"Oops, you mean… Nah. I certainly don't expect anything from you in that regard. You get the girl discount and that's it."

"O.k. Then I would… whereas… you're wearing a wedding ring. So I'd better not."

"Oh? So the ring…I just wear that out of habit. I've been divorced for a few years."

"So would there be room for me? I mean, I think you're very pretty too. Really tasty, even, and I like you."

Nadja examined Tanja's 161 centimeters attentively, looking for signs of calculation in her face, but she looked at her openly and honestly, obviously speaking from the heart.

"You really think I'm pretty? Am I not too big and too… well… too much woman for you?"

"Nah, you're just right. How did you say? You fit perfectly into my booty pattern. I like when she's a little bigger and stronger. I like when there's something I can snuggle up to, and you're certainly not too much woman, but just right."

Tanja looked openly at Nadja and then spontaneously added:

"And I would love to have such a nice bust size myself, but on me it would probably look silly. I mean, D cup size on me wouldn't look really great, would it?"

"They're not D. They're C," Nadja amused herself, "and yours are A, right? Just what I like."

"Somewhere between A and B. Heavens, we're chatting about our tits."

"Tjo… There's no bra showing under your little dress. So they're nice, tight and handy."

"Now before I go crazy. Let's get the paperwork done and…shit…I do need a car."

"So, you're entitled to a rental car. You get a fancy Astra from me for the duration of the repair. I'll sort it out with the insurance company… By the way, they've just sent an e-mail. The assessor is coming tomorrow and the preliminary approval has already been received."

Nadja picked up the phone, dialed a number and spoke briefly, giving the transaction number given by the insurance company and asking for the green light for the rental car. After two minutes, she ended the call and looked at Tanja with a smile.

"The Astra is a cinch, sweetie. It's a little smaller than the Nakkita, but that shouldn't be a problem with your 160 centimeters."

"161, please. Don't make me smaller than I am, sweetie."

"Oups. Then 161. One centimeter more Tanja for me. Here… Sign there and there, please. Then we're done with the paperwork."

Tanja signed with trembling fingers and was glad when Nadja put the documents in a filing cabinet, so the business part was done, because thoughts were racing in her head. As soon as she entered the workshop and saw Nadja, she felt warm because her libido was stirring. She had been without a partner for four years, and since she was a shift supervisor on the night shift, she hardly ever had the opportunity to go out and socialize.

When others were hanging out in the bars, she was working, and when others were doing their day's work, she slept alone in her bed. That didn't fit at all and Nadja was just right for her.

"I'll be honest, Nadja."

"What?"

"I admit that I'm horny for you. But that's not all. I don't want to be a snack for you. Do you understand that?"

"You mean fuck and bye? Nah, nah. I'm not that kind of girl. I'm looking for someone who wants more than just to fuck. And I wouldn't hit on you just for that."

"Then I would like to invite you to dinner. I'd actually have to sleep… no, it's Saturday."

"You should be asleep by now? So, if it wasn't Saturday?" asked Nadja, rising from her seat and circling her desk. Then she took Tanja by the hand, led her to a sofa in a corner of her office and pulled her onto her lap there.

"Yes. I'm a quality control shift supervisor at Schildmann Motors, and I've been working the night shift for years."

"Ui? You know about engines?"

"I learned to be a mechatronics technician at Schildmann, was taken on after my apprenticeship, and they financed my studies to become an engineer on the second educational path."

"So if your Nacky has something wrong with the engine, you could do it yourself?"

"Sure. I've always done everything myself on the engine, all the electronics and electrics."

"Cool. My sweetie isn't above getting her fingers dirty."

"Absolutely not. Oil on the hands is like skin lotion to me."

"You and I go together, huh?"

"I think so. And what does that look like… are we going to go get something to eat, or do you have to stay here?"

"Nope, it's Saturday. Thomas, my apprentice, is only here because he's working on his Corsa and I'm nibbling on this stupid diesel. It won't give me a moment's peace."

"What's wrong with the diesel?"

"I don't know. According to the error log, an injector was on the fritz. I replaced it, but the engine still won't start and now there's an error message that isn't described anywhere."

"Want me to take a look?"

"Hm… You know more about engines than I do. Go ahead, please. I'm at war with VW engines anyway. They're totally overbred and built in such a way that you basically need expensive special tools."

"Uh… It's no different with Opel, though, is it?"

"It's just that Volkswagen is overdoing it a bit. At least that's my opinion. Come on, I'll show you the car."

Tanja took a quick look at the T9's machine, saw that Nadja had worked cleanly and that the engine was tight all over, so there shouldn't really be any problems. So she asked for the error log and studied it for a moment. Then she looked around the workshop.

"What are you looking for?"

"A multimeter, sweetie."

"Over there, top drawer on the left in the workbench."

Tanja took the device, asked Nadja to turn on the car's ignition but not to start it, and placed the test probes one after the other at different points in the engine compartment.

"Do you have crimping pliers here?"

"Sure thing. Here take."

"Thanks, honey."

Tanja took the pliers, pulled a plug out of one of the modules on the engine block and pressed it together with the tool until it cracked audibly. Then she put it back in place and picked up the multimeter again.

"Well, then. Start it up."

"Wow, it hums like a bear. Awesome! What did you do?"

"The error code 'EF007A' is similar to the error codes on the aircraft engines we build. In our case, EF means that something is wrong in the electronics, but it can't be located properly. So there's a signal not coming in somewhere."

"Okay? So EF stands for unspecified electrical problem. I'll keep that in mind."

"Then the rest was easy. I just looked at the cables and connectors and measured continuities. The plug here wasn't sitting properly in the socket, so I took a look and found that some of the contacts weren't gripping properly because the half-shells weren't sitting together correctly. Pressed the plug together properly, put it back in and engine runs."

"Ouch. The plug comes from the control relay for the injectors. I had to pull it out to get to the injectors, using pliers, because I couldn't get it out."

"And in the process, you accidentally pried it open."

"I would have been wolfing that for weeks, honey. Thank you, thank you."

"De nada. Then we can go eat now, can't we?"

"Yes. Come on. I'll just change and get ready for the road. I'm not going to a restaurant in oil-stained overalls."

"O.K. I'll wait here."

"Oops, why? I'm not ashamed to undress in front of you."

"I believe you. But I want to be able to unwrap a nice surprise package later. If I see you in your underwear now, the surprise will be ruined."

"You're probably right, and I'll exchange the fine ribs for something pretty. Fine rib may be practical under overalls, but it sure isn't pretty. Give me a few minutes."

-*-

When Nadja left the room behind her office a few minutes later, Tanja was left spitting for a moment. Nadja had packed herself in a light summer dress, which ekm/hasized her waist and swung wide in the knee-length skirt part, as well as white nylons and - in order not to be even taller compared to Tanja - flat white pumps.

"Wow. You're beautiful, honey. Just smooching beautiful."

"Thank you, sweetie. I'm glad you like me. For you I want to be really pretty."

"And you're forgoing high heels, even though they'd look even better on you."

"For you. Otherwise you'll have to strain your neck if I want to kiss you."

"Speaking of kissing… About time for that first kiss, isn't it?"

"Yep. Come here, honey."

Shit. The girl would have been just my cup of tea and now she's making out with the boss. Aren't there any normal women left? Do they all have to be lesbians?'

1 German slang for aluminum rims