He thought about waving to her, grabbing a drink and walking right back out, but that wouldn’t solve his problem. Darius didn’t want to wait until tomorrow. That would put him behind and was straight-up unprofessional. He thought about borrowing someone else’s bench, but you weren’t supposed to without permission and he’d have to lug all his equipment to their site. No, he would just have to bite the bullet and ask for her help.
“Hey Rhonda… miss lunch today?”
“Yup” she answered in between bites of her sandwich. “Was in a good groove and didn’t want to stop. Decided to take my break at the end of my shift. How you doing, Dare?”
“Good” he replied. “Cept my vice locked up and I need it to finish my prep for tomorrow. Do you know if anyone else is still around? I don’t want to interrupt your meal…”
“Pretty sure we the only two that haven’t clocked out” she said, setting her sandwich down. “You need help?” She asked with a sly smile.
“Yeah, I guess I do… if it’s not too much trouble.”
The big woman leaned back and eyed him up and down. “Maybe you can sing a little Beach Boys for me. Do a little dance?”
Darius was flummoxed. “Sing… Beach Boys? Wha-?” He deciphered her joke only a nanosecond before she replied.
“Help me Rhonda!” she said as she held up her arms, followed by a snicker.
Darius smirked and nodded, cursing himself for walking right into it.
“Of course I’ll help, silly man” she said, standing and grabbing her work gloves from the table. “Lead the way.”
They headed back to Darius’ section of the workshop, donning helmets and arriving at his bench in minutes. Rhonda grabbed the swivel and gave it a good tug, nodding as it failed to budge.
“Damn, you locked that up good. Gonna need to get a machinist in here to work on it, eventually. But I think we can loosen it up for today.”
“That’d be great! Thanks.”
Rhonda grabbed it from both sides, hunkered down and was about to bring her considerable strength to bear when she suddenly paused. She straightened back up and turned around. “Ya know, it would be better if I showed you how to do this. Even a little man like you can fix it with the right technique.”
“Oh… kay…” Darius said hesitantly.
“C’mere Dare, I’m not gonna bite” she said inviting him close to her body.
Darius wasn’t so sure about that, but he followed her lead, stepping just in front of her. Rhonda bore down on him, pressing her body against him and sandwiching him between herself and the workbench. Her massive breasts pressed into his back forcefully as she put her arms around him.
“Most of your strength is down here, so it’s important to dip down a little.”
Her gloved hand reached down and grabbed his left thigh as her hips pressed against his ass. She felt around down below, her hand brushing over his package.
“Woah… woah!”
“Relax Dare, I’m just showing you the right way to do this. Oh wow!” Rhonda had a good up-close look at his new jewelry. “Love the earrings! Decided to get pierced, huh?”
“Yeah…”
“Bet you got more at home.”
“Couple pairs.” He stuck to short answers to move the conversation along.
“Mmmmm, I bet you do” she said wiggling her hips against him.
“Could we get back to this?” Darius said, tugging on the vice and openly sweating.
“Yeah, yeah. We’re gettin there” Rhonda said before blowing in his right ear. The mix of her body odor and dirty work clothes was starting to overwhelm him. “Ok, now you just grab on real tight, start turning it slowly…” she brushed his hands off the handle and seized it. “Then you gotta really use the torque in your lower body.
Rhonda pulled on the handle mightily, her arms crushing Darius as her body folded around him. “GRRRRRRRUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” Rhonda thrust her hips into Darius’ butt as she pulled on the spindle with massive force.
“GAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
The clamp came loose and finally separated. The handle slid around as the vice was freed. Rhonda waited a few moments before moving again. Her body weighed down Darius as she recovered her strength. All he could do was bite his tongue as the monstrous woman held him captive.
Finally she backed off, opening her arms and letting Darius free.
“See? Nothing to it.”
Darius ducked around and backed away from her. “Th-thanks Rhonda.”
She eyed him playfully. “You and Heather still a thing?”
“Yes. Still together, very happy.”
“You guys ever… open it up to anyone else?”
“Not our style, but I’m flattered you’d ask.”
“Awwww, that’s a shame.” She winked at him. “Let me know if you ever re-think that. See ya tomorrow, Dare.”
She marched out of the shop like nothing had happened and Darius exhaled for the first time in minutes.
* * * * *
“What do you mean I’m making dinner?” Darius asked in exasperation. It had been a long day at the shop and all he wanted to do was chill in front of the TV for a while. He uncapped the large container of Sunny D he’d just grabbed from the fridge and downed some.
“I meant exactly what I said! You’re making dinner. I cook almost every night and it’s about time you pitched in!” Heather answered with a frosty look.
“The hell I gonna make? I aint no cook!”
“You made me mac and cheese years ago when we first met. I assume you haven’t forgotten how?”
“Well, yeah, I suppose I could make that.”
“And you know how to put hotdogs in a pot of water and set the stove to boil, right?”
“Yeah…” Darius rolled his eyes at her condescension. Thankfully, she didn’t notice.
“Good. That will do for tonight, but you’re gonna learn to make other meals.” She made her way to the fridge, smacking him on the ass as she walked by.
“Ow! Jeez!”
“I’ve told you before, stop drinking out of containers! Get a glass like a normal human being!”
“Alright, alright…” he replied, reaching up to the cupboards for one.
Heather opened the freezer and pulled out the hotdogs. She set the frozen meat in the dish drainer to thaw. She turned and put her hands on her hips as she watched Darius pour his drink.
“You should be able to break those up in fifteen or twenty minutes. Then you can get started. In the meantime, go take a shower. You smell like a sewer.”
“I was going to right after this” he responded, raising the glass to his lips and allowing the sugary orange drink to slide over his tongue and down his parched throat.
Darius let out a sigh of contentment and in the same instant the front door opened. The laughs of an ecstatic Shireen could be heard as she entered, conversing with a male voice Darius didn’t recognize. He looked at Heather and she stared back quizzically. Her eyebrows tightened, indicating she didn’t know who it was either.
The mystery didn’t last long as the couple walked into view moments later. Shireen led a young Latino man into their condo. He was almost six feet tall and appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. His dark hair was fixed in a well groomed crew cut and he wore a tan sports jacket over a dark vest and white button down shirt. Between his clothes and Shireen’s elegant dress, it looked like a formal date had just taken place.
“Oh, hello there!” Heather offered, her lips extending into a smile. “You must be the guy Shireen told me about?”