Monster Girl Invasion

Chapter 04
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Blue goblin (Yordle) version.

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"You sure this is where you want to stop?"

Looking out the passenger seat window of the little compact car she had hired, Kaci took in the fenced in junk yard. Old cars were piled high around the outside, creating high walls that butted up against the chain link fence topped with razor wire, creating an imposing sight and cutting off the view deeper into the yard. Reaching into her small bag, she fished out her last twenty dollar bill and handed it over to the driver. "Yeah. Hang out here for a minute though."

"Okay then," the driver nodded.

Kaci got out of the car, her head not even coming up high enough to see into the window as she closed the door and walked around to the intercom set to the side of the rolling gate. It was, of course, set at a height convenient for a driver to reach out and hit the button—and not from a small car, but from a delivery truck, so it was certainly out of her reach.

Fishing around in her bag, Kaci pulled out her tool for that, snapping together a segmented metal rod with a set of articulated grabbers on the end and a handle on her end that would let her control each grabber like it was a finger, along with a scavenged camera, light, small screen, and battery from an old phone so she could see what she was doing.

Her arm stretched up as she eyeballed the gate buzzer from the perspective of the grabber camera. Finding it was just a simple call button, speaker, and mic combo she pushed the button and waited. A few moments later, a man's voice asked, "Yeah? What do you want?"

"I'm here to interview for a job," Kaci answered, lowering her tool and shutting it off.

"Ain't hiring."

Turning to the driver, she waved him off. The man regarded her skeptically from his rolled down window, but nodded and backed his car away, before leaving. Turning to look up at the camera mounted above the gate, Kaci pulled her hood down, revealing light blue skin and white hair. "I need a job and you want what I have."

The man on the other end of the line snorted softly. "Kid, I'm a mechanic. Don't need someone who needs a step ladder to look under a hood."

"I'm not a kid, I'm nineteen. And can you build a working engine from scrap? Because I can. And who needs a step ladder when I can rig a suspension harness? I'm short, yeah. But when they were handing out height and brains, I went back twice for brains and skipped height."

The intercom was silent for a few seconds before there was a sigh from the other end. Finally, with some reluctance, the voice on the other end said, "Stay there."

Kaci nodded, turning her attention to the gate and the road leading through it. She couldn't see far into the junkyard, due to the way the road hit a wall of cars and took a ninety degree turn to the left. Except, her sharp eyes and devious mind quickly broke down the truth of it.

Roughly twenty yards into the property, the wall of cars sat across the road, but… The rims on the bottom vehicles were set partway into the ground, buried almost to the axle, but not quite. And the stacked vehicles were welded together and held in place by supporting rods and chains on the back side that weren't very visible from the front. There was no dirt filling the holes the rims sat in, leaving a set of parallel trenches that crossed the road. The opening on that ninety degree turn wasn't actually fully visible from the gate and one wouldn't be able to see what was on the other side until they were right on top of it.

Her suspicions were proven correct as she heard a vehicle approaching and an electric motor hummed to life somewhere. With a clink of chains and a dragging sound, the entire wall of cars moved along its track and off the road to let an old, beat up pickup pass.

Kaci didn't let the exterior of the '52 Ford fool her. The purr of that engine and the way the suspension didn't protest as it moved told her everything she needed to know. It may look like shit, but it was clearly well-loved and would fly if the driver put his foot in it.

The main gate slid open and the pickup pulled to a stop in front of her. The passenger side door opened and the voice from the intercom called, "Get in."

Kaci hurried through the gate. She had to jump to get into the truck, but eventually she was seated on the old, comfy leather bench seat. The interior, she saw was much nicer than the exterior. She closed the door and the driver turned the truck around, the gate closing behind him as he drove them into the yard.

Turning her attention to the man, she studied him intently. He was young, maybe in his early twenties. He had short black hair and a tan, with a five o'clock shadow on his face from where he hadn't shaved. When he looked at her, she found his eyes a fetching shade of blue. He wore overalls and a wife beater, showing off thick, muscular arms and chest, but there was a softness around his belly giving him the overall look of a man who had been big all his life, fat for part of it, and only recently started turning fat into muscle. He looked… like a big cuddly bear, in Kaci's opinion.

"I'm Ron."

He took one hand off the wheel for her to shake. Kaci's hand was swallowed entirely by the paw Ron mistakenly called a hand, but… She really didn't mind that.

And now that she had the mental image, she was starting to drool in her panties.

"Kaci. Sooo, what's with the huge fuckoff gate?"

The man sighed as he took his hand back and put it on the wheel. "Great grandpa was a bootlegger. It's how he got his start as a mechanic, tuning the cars they ran shine in. He and his buddies used to supply liquor to the county and people would come from across the state to have him make their bootleggers into hot rods. Well, they all decided that it would be easier to just make the shine here and they wanted to keep the cops out. That's when they started collecting old cars and building the walls. They made a still out of old cars and hid it in the back. It's actually still there, and still working, today.

"He taught his son everything he knew and grandpa inherited the yard. Grandpa continued the tradition and added to the wall and built the car gate. Grandpa taught my dad everything he knew and dad inherited the place when grandpa retired. Dad changed out the old diesel engine running the car gate with an electric and added electronics to the gates so we could open and close them from the house, and put up the cameras. Dad taught me everything I know about cars and when he and mom passed, I inherited the place. I put in better cameras, internet, and wireless control for the gate. I like the gate. Keeps people out and I feel safer knowing that some asshole can't just yank down the chain link gate and have the run of the place."

"It did look super secure," Kaci commented. "So, what do you do here?"

"Repair work, towing, impound, scrapping, auto salvage, welding, custom work, that sort of thing. No offense, but you look a little short to run a tow truck."

"None taken. And that's not a problem. I prefer working on things with my hands anyway."

"Well, we'll see," Ron murmured, going quiet as the truck rolled along, reaching out to turn on the old radio, which immediately began blasting out country music.

It was longer than Kaci thought it would take before the truck pulled to a stop and Ron announced, "We're here," before getting out. Kaci popped open her door and dropped to the ground, closing it solidly behind herself as she took the place in.

She found herself looking at an old two-storey house set beside an even older garage. She mostly ignored the house, with its faded paint and occasional missing shingle, instead focusing on the garage. It had three bays with roll up doors, one of which was open at the moment. Inside, the floor was concrete with a sub level for easier access to the under side of a vehicle. She spotted hydraulic floor jacks, a couple of lifts for pulling out engines, air compressors and hoses, numerous shelves and old tool boxes that looked absolutely full of goodies.

She couldn't wait to get her hands on it.

"Alright, let's start simple." Picking up a tool, Ron asked, "What is this?"

Kaci stared at him for a moment before, in compete deadpan, answered, "Cross head screwdriver."

"Phillips head, but close enough. And this?"

"Socket wrench. Nine millimeter socket attached." Before he could pick up another tool, she pointed. "Angled hex wrench set. Cheater bar. Compressed gas impact tool. Need I go on?"

Rob chuckled. "No. So you know your way around a tool box well enough. You'll need to learn the local terms, but it's not like you're speaking Chinese. Turn around and shut your eyes."

Rolling her eyes, Kaci turned around. She heard Ron moving around at the car pulled into the open bay. A few moments later, he said, "Alright. Come over here and tell me what's wrong with this thing."

Kaci followed him over and stepped up onto the bumper, inspecting the engine block. After a moment, she frowned. "Turn it over."

Ron moved around to the driver's seat and turned the ignition. The car clicked but didn't fire. "There are a lot of fancy electronics, so it could be something there… But it's not. You wouldn't have needed me to not look otherwise. You removed something that's stopping it from sparking like it should. I don't know the name of the part, but i think it goes there," she pointed to a spot on the engine.

"Final answer?"

"Yes."

Ron pulled a round part out of his pocket. "Distributer cap."

Screwing the part back on, he went back to the driver's side and turned over the ignition. The car started right up, but… It sounded sick to Kaci's big ears. "Kill it! It's got a blown gasket or something!"

The car shut off and Ron came out. "Surprised you can hear that," he said, eyeing her speculatively. "Okay. Tell you what. The rest of your interview is going to be fixing whatever is wrong with this thing. Use the parts we have on hand and keep a detailed list of what you did and what you used. I'll help, but I'm going to be following your lead here. I'm an extra pair of hands and that's it. If you can get her running right by the end of the day, you're hired."

Kaci sent him a flat look. "What's my pay?"

"We'll discuss that if you get it done."

"Fine." Pulling off her jacket, she rolled up her sleeves and climbed up onto the engine. Examining the exterior, she frowned and held out her hand. "Socket wrench."

She waited for him to turn away before muttering words under her breath. Gray light flickered from her hands over the engine. Then she cursed. "Fucker!"

"Hm?" Ron asked, picking the wrench up.

"It's not a blown gasket, it's a cracked head, you shit! Were you going to make me do all of that just to see me fail?"

"Yep," Ron agreed, handing her the wrench. "How'd you figure it out?"

"Magic, shithead! Why lead me on?"

"Same reason my dad did it to me and his dad to him. Learning when something can't be fixed without enough work that it's not worth it. We'd have to drop a new engine in to fix this one. The owner didn't like that, so he sold it to me as scrap. Which sucks for him but is great for me, because this is a '67 Impala. She's a beauty. Some idiot wanted to modernize the thing with a new engine, electronics, and all that shit and that's just fucking blasphemy. I figure I'll turn it into a project car. Restore it back to factory condition."

Ron ran his hand fondly over the side of the car. "So, you can tell what's wrong with something with magic."

"Yeah," Kaci confirmed. "I can make changes too. Fix small stuff. Design, build, and repair things. I'm useful."

Ron studied her for several moments before nodding. Turning, he jerked his head for her to follow. "Let's go inside."

Kaci followed the much larger man into the old house. Much like the beat up truck, the outside may have looked like shit but the inside had clearly been well loved and taken care of. He lead her past a set of stairs, to a kitchen on the ground floor.

"Park it," he gestured to the kitchen table as he moved over to the refrigerator and began pulling out things. "It's about lunch time. You hungry?"

"Starving." Literally. She hadn't had food in two days. If this didn't pan out she would have to resort to scrounging. More importantly, she hadn't had essence in longer. Normally, goblins are fairly low essence monsters. They can do without for a while. Kaci was a magically created goblin. A mutation. Thus the blue color, the ability to use magic, and a voracious appetite for essence.

"Any preferences?" Ron asked as he went about making two sandwiches.

"Meat," Kaci drooled a bit. "Cheese too, if you have it. I'm not picky."

"Mm." The man nodded and put together the sandwiches, before moving to the stove. The gas stove clicked on and he put them both in a pan, using a large spatula to press them flat. "I can't pay you hourly. You don't work, you don't eat. Same thing applies to me. If we don't get business, I don't make money. It's going to have to be a percentage based on the job."

"How much?"

Checking the bottoms of the sandwiches, Ron flipped them over. "Half of everything goes back into the shop. Of that, we're frugal with what we spend, so that we have a buffer to pay the bills in the down time. The other half got split between my savings and my own pocket. But… I'd be willing to part with 25% if you're that good."

Considering the numbers, that was beyond fair. He would be taking a pay cut himself up take her on and giving her an equal share of the profit. It was… Too much. I don't need that much.

Humming quietly, Kaci considered how to talk him down from that. Clearly, either he had no head for business or worse, was some kind of idealist who didn't understand how things really worked. So… Let's see what other ways he could pay me.

"You live alone?" The goblin asked.

"Yup." Pulling the food off the stove, he plated the sandwiches and passed her one. "I've got beer, coke, and water—"

"Beer."

"Day drinking?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he headed over to the refrigerator and pulled out two glass bottles.

"Goblin. Magical goblin, but still a goblin. We've got a constitution like a dwarf when it comes to alcohol. I could drink your piss weak human beer all day and barely get a buzz. I want it for the calories and the taste."

"You'd be better off with the soda, then," he pointed out, but shrugged and handed her a bottle before sitting down across from her.

"Why do you live alone?" Kaci asked, before taking a big bite out of her sandwich and moaning as hot meat, bread, and melted cheese filled her mouth. "Oh fuck this is good."

"Well, parents died when I was a teenager. Then I went to jail for a while because I lost my temper and beat a guy with a wrench when he talked shit about my dead mom."

"Sounds like he had it coming."

Ron snorted. "Human law doesn't see it that way. They feel like you should get a free pass for most words, unless they're directed at certain people. I was tried as an adult despite being sixteen and was released after I did my time. I've spent the last five years rebuilding my life. Got my GED in jail. Spent time working in the machine shop because of my background, so I've got some experience.

"Not interested in flushing money down the shitter in a college. I'd rather just work the job I know and like and save money. That doesn't exactly endear me to women when they find out I've got no 'aspirations' or 'goals for the future.' Turns out, no one wants anything to do with a guy who can't buy them shit, beyond a quick lay. So, that's why I live here alone."

Kaci nodded. "Makes sense. I think the human idea is having to go to a school and pay money for a piece of paper that says you know something when you could just, you know, prove it in like an hour is fucking stupid. Great money making racket, but you'd have to be a sucker to buy in. Nope, you've got the right idea. It's the rest of the world that's off kilter. How many rooms does this place have?"

Ron shrugged. "A few. Ain't using half of them."

"Do you know how much a room in the city is going for? A room in a house with other people, not an apartment, not a flat. Just a room with kitchen and bathroom access."

The man shook his head. "Never needed to rent one, so I have no idea. Rental is a scam anyway. You're paying money for something you will never own, for the privilege to live in a place with other people and pay off some slum lord's mortgage."

"Exactly! And you own this place outright, don't you?"

"Yeah. It's family property. No debts or liens against it. Never put your property up against something."

Kaci nodded at that. "So here's the thing. I'm fresh out of the portal. I don't want to work just to pay rent and to have someone drive me back and forth to work. Taxis and those 'get in a stranger's car' services cost money and you are way outside of the public transit routes."

"We're kind of off the beaten path out here, yeah. What are you suggesting?"

"You're offering 25%. How about instead, I take ten percent and you instead let me live here. I get a room, my own bathroom, and you feed me and we'll call it even."

Ron blinked, then frowned. "I don't know anything about you."

"I'm a monster girl. We're not complicated. That's a human trait. My needs are simple. A job doing what I love. A roof over my head. Food on my plate. Cum in my holes. That's it. Money is just a bonus after that."

"Back up. Repeat that last."

"Money is a bonus?"

"The one before that."

Kaci nodded. "Monster girls are simple and easy to please. We don't just like sex, we need it to live. It's as essential to us as food. Essence, life force, the stuff mana is made of, whatever you want to call it—we need it to live and the preferred method of getting it is by having sex with a guy. So if you're taking care of my needs, I don't actually need all that much money."

Ron blinked, considering the small woman across the table from him. "So, to put it all out in the open… You want to work here and as payment you want a room, your own bathroom, food, and sex."

"Yep."

"Why?"

"I told you. I'm a FOOP. Fresh out of the portal. I've got no home, no job, nowhere to go back to, no money. This would neatly take care of all of that and help your business out. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. The best kind."

Ron sighed. Draining the last of his beer, he stood up and left the kitchen, pausing at the door to ask, "You coming or what?"

Kaci drained her own bottle and hopped down from the chair, following after him. He lead her to a room down a hallway, opening it up to show a clean, if empty, bathroom. "There's one upstairs, so you can use this one. We can pick up toiletries and stuff tomorrow."

Leaving the bathroom, he stopped at a closet and took out sheets, a blanket, and pillow before heading down to a small room at the end of the hall. Like the bathroom, it was clean but empty of belongings. Just a bed with a twin mattress, dresser, table, chair, and an old analog TV and game system that looked older than Kaci and made her salivate at getting her hands on it.

Ron made quick work of making the bed up. Turning around he eyed her and said, "This is only temporary. If you don't do a good job…"

"The best," Kaci agreed. "So, how about we get to work? What do you need me to do?"

"I've got a few tows to make this afternoon. Salvage stuff. Just spend the afternoon familiarizing yourself with the place. Tomorrow, I've got a guy coming in who wants a lift kit put in and another who called with a non-specific engine problem. You can help me with those."

"Sure, sure," Kaci agreed eagerly as they left the room and headed back outside. "So, do you mind if I tinker with the Impala while you're gone?"

The man hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "Sure. Knock yourself out."

He made his way over to a big tow truck and climbed into the cab. Rolling down the window, he called, "Make out a list of things you need and we'll go pick them up tomorrow."

"Will do, boss!" Kaci called.

She watched him leave through the car gate, then turned her attention to the old car. Making her way over to the hood, she leaned in and considered the broken motor. "So you're dead and need to come out. And you're not supposed to have all this computerized crap in you. The question is, what can I put in here instead? Let's see what we can do about that."

She walked out into the yard and began eyeing old vehicles. I wonder if there's something buried in here that I can bring back to life with a little love… Also, magic.

***

Kaci looked up from her work when someone tapped her shoulder. "Huh? What is it?"

Leaning out from under the hood, she found Ron standing there and the world outside the garage dark. Apparently, the sun had set at some point. "Dinner time," the big man explained.

"What're we having?" Kaci asked as she hopped down and wiped her oily hands off on a shop rag. Ron directed her to a sink and an orange tub of sandy, orange scented soap that she used to scrub down.

"Grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, beans, corn, salad. Made a pitcher of sweet tea too."

Kaci's stomach gurgled and she realized just how hungry she was. "Sounds great!"

She followed her employer and landlord/house mate inside and found a spread waiting. "Isn't this really a lot?"

"Enough for tonight and leftovers for a few days. It's just easier to cook one big meal that will last a week than five smaller meals during the week," he explained as he sat down at the table. "Help yourself."

"Thanks," she nodded. Climbing on top of her chair, she made up her own plate, focusing more on the chicken legs and thighs than anything else, but made sure to grab at least a little of everything just to try it.

The meat was smokey and delicious and everything else was nice too. She groaned contentedly, full for the first time in a month, as she made her way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. After cleaning up, she found fresh towels had been put out earlier in the day, along with a fluffy bath robe that actually fit (sized for human children).

After drying off, she pulled on the robe, brushed her teeth, and left the room in search of a laundry room. She found it nearby and threw her clothes on to wash. She only had a few sets in her bag, so would need to get some more when she got paid.

With that done, Kaci set out to find her boss. He wasn't hard to find. She just followed the sounds of a television downstairs and found him sitting in a recliner in the living room, watching…

"Huh. Who's winning?" Kaci asked, watching the 'gladiatorial' match in progress.

Monster girls were all stronger than humans, but some were far more aggressive. Like hellhounds, for instance. Some species just loved fighting. Monster girls also really liked sex.

The gladiatorial matches were a modernized, Earth friendly take on an age old sport that had once been popular when there were still men on their world. A good looking man was paid well to be the reward and various monster girls fought over him, beating each other silly until only one was left… Who then mounted the man right then and there for all to see.

It was basically martial arts meets amateur porn and it had become wildly popular.

"Sheena. That's the hellhound," Ron pointed out the dark skinned dog girl, on fire in places.

"Mm. Nice. I see there's a lamia in the other bracket though."

"Alice, yeah. It's pretty much going to boil down to those two."

"I'll make it even shorter for you. Lamia wins. She's nine hundred plus pounds of pure muscle from the waist down. I don't care how fast or strong that hellhound is, without her fire she's fucked as soon as she gets pulled into the cinch."

"You sound like you know what you're talking about," Ron said, briefly looking away from the television. "But you can't cinch what you can't catch. All Sheena has to do is keep range and wait for Alice to tire herself out. What makes you sure that won't happen?"

Kaci took that as an invitation and entered the room. "Spent my formative years on the streets. You've got to be smart to make money betting on back alley fight rings. Only suckers bet against a lamia."

Moving over to his chair, she began climbing in. "What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable," she grinned as she settled into the large man's lap. He had apparently had the same idea as her and had taken a shower, and now wore only a set of boxers and an old tee. Kaci felt his cock rapidly harden under her small ass.

"There are other chairs. Two whole couches."

"Those aren't as warm." Ron sighed behind her and she could almost hear the eye roll. Grinning, she asked, "So, want to make a bet?"

"What sort of bet?"

"Put your money where your mouth is, if you don't believe me. If your hellhound wins, I'll suck you off. If my lamia wins, you fill my pussy up. Sound good?"

"What kind of bet is that?"

"The best kind. The kind where, no matter who loses, everyone wins."

Ron chuckled but said nothing as he settled back to watch the fighting. Kaci watched for a while before getting bored. A malicious little smile crossed her lips and she reached out, taking one of his huge paws in her hands and dragging it to rest over her belly. Then, she pulled the tie on her robe loose and pulled the hand underneath it.

Ron's huge fingers scraped through the bushy white fur above her snatch. He apparently got the message as his hand began to move on its own, taking the invitation for what it was as he began to explore the wet folds of her tiny pussy.

On the screen, the red scaled lamia wrapped herself around another girl and constricted, squeezing until the other monster girl fell unconscious. Kaci barely noticed as those sausage fingers went straight past her clit and dipped into her cunt, getting absolutely soaked, before Ron brought them back up and used the now wet digits to begin stroking her bean through her hood.

"Nngh! Don't, ah, tease, you jerk!" she gasped out.

Ron's answer was a rumbling chuckle from deep in his chest. "There's no rush."

"Yes there is~! I'm horny now! You can at least get me off properly!"

"Nah. Besides, my girl hasn't even won yet."

"She's not, mmf! Not going to!"

Kaci's hips jerked as Ron slipped one of those massive fingers into her tight, sucking cunt and hooked it forward as he began to finger her. She panted and gasped, lewd wet noises escaping her pussy and mouth. She came in his lap with a quiet cry, her tiny body shuddering as her cunt gushed and soaked both her thighs and the robe she wore.

Kaci didn't care. She needed his cock inside her now and she was going to get it one way or another—

"Oh her, looks like their bout is up."

Kaci looked up, barely managing to focus her lust starved eyes on the action. Sheena circled the lamia, waiting and watching for an opening. Alice stood in place, shifting her upper body just enough to keep her eyes on Sheena but never moving more than a few inches.

It seemed the pair were well aware of the speed disparity. Lamia were incredibly fast when they wanted to be, but generally only in one direction—a striking motion that would send their upper body towards a potential victim. It was fast and hard to dodge, but if someone did dodge, then it left them wide open.

As a hellhound, Sheena was overall faster and more maneuverable, and could potentially dodge the first strike. Once Alice missed, she would pounce on the lamia's humanoid back, grab her in a choke hold, and that would be it.

Except both were aware of this. Alice wasn't taking the bait and Sheena continued to circle so Alice wouldn't be able to get a good strike in in a moment of inattention. That meant one of them had to get creative.

The moment came when Sheena charged Alice, coming right for her face. The lamia jerked back in surprise, rearing up even as Sheena jumped over her, using her head as a springboard. Hitting the ground behind the lamia in a roll, Sheena turned around and leapt at her back…

Only to get snatched out of the air by Alice's tail. The lamia rolled pulling Sheena in and coiling her body around the hellhound.

"And it's over!" Kaci cheered. Reaching back, she nimbly fished Ron's cock out of his boxers, moved her robe out of the way, lifted her ass, then sheathed him in her cunt to the base in one go with a groan.

"Now wait, Sheena could recover," Ron protested, his hands coming to Kaci's hips and pulling her up.

"Never happen," the blue goblin bit out, shifting in his grip and falling back, impaling herself on his dick again. "But sure, let's watch the rest," she agreed as she began to rock quickly back and forth, savoring the way his cock felt splitting her open.

On the screen, Sheena struggled and fought, biting down on Alice's scaly tail, but it was all to no avail. Alice smirked and even started making fun of the dog girl in her grasp, cooing and calling her a good dog as she scratched behind Sheena's ears, causing the dog girl's tail to thump pitifully, trapped as it was.

The ref began the count and Kaci prepared herself, muscles tensing as she got ready. As soon as the match was called, Kaci cheered and started bouncing furiously on Ron's cock as she focused on her inner muscles, trying to milk a load out of him as fast as possible. "Yes! I told you!"

"Unh. Yep," Ron grunted as the little blue goblin rode him for all she was worth. She came twice like that, her already tiny body clenching down impossibly tight around him, before the third one did him in and he groaned as he emptied his balls into her waiting pussy.

"Yes~! Fill! Me! Up!" Kaci screamed as his potent, human, masculine essence flowed into her body, along with his hot sperm. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered, coming again as the hit of energy went straight to her head. "Mmm~ that's the stuff."

Sighing, Kaci collapsed back onto Ron, shifting around and making herself comfortable on his belly. "You're soft. I like it," she murmured sleepily, feeling sated for the first time in ever.

Ron shook his head as Kaci shuddered once and began to snore. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the recliner, he kicked the overstuffed chair back and closed his eyes, covering them both as he left Kaci right where she was, her body unconsciously massaging and milking his cock even in her sleep.

I think I'm getting the better end of this deal, he mused as he took her hips in hand and smoothly pumped her right cunt up and down on his cock, using her like a woman-shaped sex toy to get another good one in, and give her another full load, before he drifted off to sleep.

***

Blinking in confusion, Ron looked around his living room, wondering what had woken him up. Looking down, he found Kaci missing, but his cock was clean and tucked into his boxers, so she had probably returned the favor of molesting him in his sleep. Not that he minded at all.

An engine revved from the direction of the garage, the deep rumble of a V8, before it fell back to idle and be realized what it was that had woken him. Throwing off the blanket, he stumbled barefoot through the house, out the side door, and into the garage.

The Impala rumbled where it sat, Kaci suspended over the engine block from a harness attached to a rig on the ceiling. Moving up to the car, he saw the engine that had been in it yesterday pulled out and entirely disassembled on the floor off to the side while an entirely different, much older engine had been dropped in.

"Where'd you get this?"

"Morning, boss! I scavenged it out of one of the old junkers in the yard under a tarp that was falling apart. Cleaned it up, replaced the gaskets and rubber, used a bit of magic to make sure it wasn't going to break, then slapped that sucker in here. It's an old big block 454 that was re-bored and just sitting in this old brown pickup that had been modified for street racing, before it rusted apart from chemical exposure of some kind. What do you think?"

Ron blinked. "Brown Chevy pickup? Short bed? Three speed manual transmission with a shifter on the steering column?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"That's the Brown. Dad's old truck, from back when he was a kid. He said he was going to give it to me one day and we'd fix it up together, but I thought he traded it off for his Ranger before he and mom died."

"Uhh…" Kaci looked up, suddenly looking unsure. "Did… I fuck up, boss?"

Shaking his head, Ron reached down and patted her head, scratching through her white hair in a way that had her stretching up for more. "No. It's fine, Kaci. I think he'd be happy to see it getting some use. How was the truck? Salvageable?"

She shook her head. "Falling apart. Like I said, some kind of chemical exposure."

He nodded. "Figures. Guess it doesn't take much. I've seen a lot of them like that and the thing they all have in common is their owners worked at the paper mill back in the day. Dad worked there a while when times got slow here. Probably explains his decline in health. If that shit did this to a car, what it would do to a person…"

Patting the side of the Impala, he said, "At least something was left worth keeping. Good work, Kaci. I take back what I said about it being temporary. You've got the job."

"You mean it?"

"Yep."

"Yes!" She cheered.

"I'll go make us some breakfast and we can get to work."

Kaci nodded, moving along her suspended lines and dropping to the ground, where she unhooked herself. She shut off the car and followed him in. "Sooo… Boss. Got room for one more? I've got a dwarf friend who's big into metalworking and could use the work. She can use magic to make custom cast parts with magic properties…"

Ron blinked as he set a pan on the stove. Magical parts? Magical car parts? "Tell me more about this friend."