It’s Flash Fiction Friday: (On Tues?) Time for a good tuneup!

Or possibly a good spanking for being so late with this…

(Source image: "Jeans Girl" by Reinfried Marass. Photo provided by Rozewolf.)

Since I’ve been particularly slack in joining in with my Erotic Flash Fiction Friday Challenges, I have been nudged into attempting this one, with no warning or pre-planning allowed.

*Bites nails*

The challenge is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 153-208 words. This has been set by the lovely The Panserbjørne of whom says,

Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:
“…a good tuneup…”

As usual, nobody’s checking word counts, or the key phrase, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you’re breaking them to earn a spanking….in which case, see me after class.

Yeah, well lets see… I’m back with my response… late, (I forgot about it!) I’m over my word count and it’s not really erotica as such… but I worked on it and so you are going to have to suffer with me on this one guys. At least it’s not as perverse as my 13 Kinky things to write about… which seemed to shock, horror and totally disgust a few peeps!

Oh, dear. There go my good girl points!

All or Nothing.

“You can’t park here!”  a frustrated male voice said from behind.

“I’m not parked!” I snapped back, leaning further over into the engine knowing damn well where he was looking. I wriggled my bottom for more attention.  “Can’t you see I’ve broken down?”

I heard a sigh, the car door opened and slammed shut. Footsteps on the tarmac drew closer. He walked round to the other side of the car.

I met his gaze and saw the world around me slip into the distance. His dark brown eyes smiled back at me. His lips formed a slow sexy grin.

“You again? Are you stalking me, girl?” He mocked, as he shooed me away, rolled up his shirt sleeves and got to work under the bonnet in true alpha mode.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” I said, rolling my eyes. Apparently, he liked feisty women. Saw them as a challenge. “Do you think I want to be standing out here, in the middle of nowhere with just this on?”

He paused, and slowly looked me over with an appraising eye. My body tingled as I watched him take me all in and unconsciously lick his lips. His eyes settled back on mine with a stern look, which sent shivers down my spine.

“I’ll get my men onto this,” he said finally, closing the bonnet with a click. “Meanwhile, you’re coming back with me. The problem is not with this car of yours, it’s with you. You need a a good tune up, and maybe then, I’ll let you on your way. You appear to have been running wild on your own for far too long,” he said cryptically.

I should have been scared getting back into a stranger’s car as he drove me down his long private driveway back to his private estate where I knew he kept many girls who served his every whim. I should have walked away and not been so curious. I should have left him as my daydream. This man didn’t play games. With him it was all or nothing. No in between.

Instead, I stepped over the threshold of his mansion and stole a sneaky glance in my jeans pocket. I had no idea what it was I had pulled from the engine, or how much it was going to cost to fix, I didn’t care. I wouldn’t be needing it now. I got what I wanted. A place in his heart and soon his home.

All or nothing.

(Word count 413)


Yep, that's me!

4 thoughts on “It’s Flash Fiction Friday: (On Tues?) Time for a good tuneup!

  1. Excellent story, Angelika, I enjoyed it very much. Great work. Now about that good spanking you mentioned for being late. It is also compounded by you submitting a 413 word story to a contest with 208 words maximum.

    • Thank you very much, Michael… oh! Haven’t you heard? The spanking slates have all been wiped clean this week, on account of some sort of computer error. Ask Season, I am sure she’ll agree with me on this one, too.

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