Story by Steve Waldron
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CARRIE AT THE GARAGE |
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Our stripgirl's visit to the garage leaves her 'tyred' out.
Story by Steve Waldron |
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Frame 1 Carrie has brought her car in for a service and as the mechanic drives it onto a hydraulic lift he watches her through its rear view mirror. Dressed in a pale blue business suit, white blouse, white stilettos and stockings, she is busy smoothing out any creases in her tight, knee length skirt and, as she runs her hands down her thighs over the material, the mechanic imagines his hands going in the opposite direction underneath it. |
Frame 2 After starting the lift, the mechanic had disappeared to another part of the garage leaving Carrie checking her make up in a small mirror. Standing with her feet either side of one the lift's ramps, she realises too late that it has snagged the back of her skirt. As the ramp passes her waist, she drops her mirror and is now desperately trying to pull the front of her skirt back down to cover the lacy tops of her hold up stockings. |
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Frame 3 Carrie had been catapulted forward as her skirt was torn from her to be left dangling from the lift that comes to a stop with a loud clunk. Head down and arms stretched out in front of her, with the hem of her jacket and blouse flapping over her lacy, white knickers, she is now stumbling towards a large hook suspended from an overhead gantry on a thick chain. |
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Frame 4 The hook swings gently from side to side, but now has a pale blue jacket hanging from it. Carrie has been spun round and is now standing with her back against a row of shelves containing engine parts. Her blouse is undone, hanging over her shoulders and, as she pants heavily, her heaving boobs battle with her tiny, white bra, struggling to hold them in place. |
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Frame 5 Carrie is careering forward again after tipping on an air hose snaking across the garage floor. She has lost her blouse, her knickers are half way down her thighs and her bra has given up the fight and is hanging open at the front allowing her jugs to bounce uncontrollably as she runs towards an old fashioned, British sports car that has had its long bonnet removed. |
Frame 6 Carrie is lying face down on the car's engine with her bra looped over one wrist, her knickers stretched between her ankles and stockings still remarkably intact and in place. She has landed in such a way that her arse is raised and she is straddling a thick, black, rubber hose that emerges from between her legs before diving back down into the depths of the engine. |
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Frame 7 Having extricated herself from the car's engine, leaving her bra and knickers dangling from its radiator and shredding her stockings in the process, Carrie is staggering backwards after slipping on a puddle of oil. Arms whirling manically, she cannot see that she is heading towards a large mound of tyres directly behind her. |
Frame 8 After walking round the garage collecting her clothes, the mechanic is standing next to the tyres smiling down at Carrie lying spread-eagled on top of them. The remains of her stockings are draped over her filthy shoes and she stares up at the man in horror through her tangled hair, her body smeared with oil and grease and covered in grime. |
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