Damn Brenton for this! He was gonna pay big-time! She nearly had a hissy fit as her senses were assailed by the pungent odor and her eyes filled with tears. Tabitha found his supply of Ben Gay and rubbed a thick trail under her nose. His booth was empty but open on the side. He constantly applied Ben Gay until he reeked of the stuff and the whole garage smelled of unguent. Lou, the usual daytime attendant had bursitis in his shoulder. Brenton had a pass card that raised the wooden gate to allow him to come and go as he pleased. Tabitha could imagine herself getting pulled over, her hands fondling herself, trying to get herself off, like a rabid dog in heat while the policeman called for backup and the men in the white coats. Tabitha had one last problem Brenton’s scent was bound to be in the car and would waft to her. They were huge on her but they would work for the purpose she required. She found a pair of white overalls, greasy but of thick canvas and stepped into them, zipping them protectively.

Would her jeans alone offer enough protection? Tabitha was taking no chances and raced back to the room in the back of the garage basement where various electrical boxes and controls were housed. Sitting where Brenton had sat was definitely touch and go. Likewise, she couldn’t chance her arms accidentally touching the steering column or resting anywhere Brenton had touched casually, marking the territory and making it a sex trap for Tabitha. And Brenton’s ass had been firmly planted in them plenty of times.

The black leather seats were soft and buttery, made for comfort. Tabitha had no problem finding it in the garage under the hotel and she gingerly pressed the key ring and unlocked the door with a beep.

She found a pair of latex ones in the supply closet off the hall of the penthouse.

Felidae by Ciarra Sims