Beast came over to me in the yard as I was cutting up a Taurus. He was grinning and waving some pieces of paper in his hand like they were all tickets to the Super Bowl. But when I turned off the gas and lifted my goggles up I saw they were only envelopes.

"Hey, Stu, check out what I've found here."

I looked at them, four or five of them, all stamped and postmarked, with the addresses hand written on the front, all to a Mr C. Simojoki at an apartment building in the smart end of town. The envelopes had been opened, but each of them still had a letter inside them.

"So?"

"Man, these are love letters. Real hot love letters. They were inside that Z06 which got dropped off last week by the insurance company. And by the amount of blood stains in there, I guess the guy they belonged to has had all the fucking he's ever going to get. So the hot momma that wrote these is probably looking for somebody else to take over his chores."

"Yeah?" I grinned, it was an interesting idea but I still hadn't caught up with him. "So how come the cops didn't find these? They usually search out every auto involved in an accident before it comes to the scrap yard."

Beast laughed out loud: "Hey this dude was smart. The letters were inside the tool kit in the trunk. I guess the guy figured that was the one sure place his wife would never get to find them."

Yeah, we both smiled at that. Sure, it had been a smart move. But I still couldn't figure out where Beast was coming from, not until he explained it: "Listen, Stu, the chick who wrote these, her name is Nicola, and she was having herself a real time with a married guy, this Clay Simojoki who got whacked up in the Corvette. But what's really interesting is that the woman works for a big stockbroking company and she was giving her boyfriend the word on every good deal she was hearing about."

"You mean, like insider trading?"

"Hell, man, I'm sure no expert on that but I'm betting she wouldn't want her boss fo find out how's she been shooting her mouth off. So I'm going to phone Nicola and ask if she'd like first offer on getting the evidence back."

"Yeah?" I was definitely getting interested now. "Hey, you're not telling me she was dumb enough to leave her name and phone number on letters like that?"

"No, she wasn't. No phone numbers, no addresses and she just signed the letters with her first name. Her problem was that she made a joke in one of the letters, about what the guys in the office would say if would say if they knew Ms Ashe was getting her ashes hauled by an eager young stud. So I know her name is Nicola Ashe."

"And that's all you've got?"

"It's all I'll need. I know her name and what sort of company she works for. I'll find her and then call her and tell her 'hi' from Clay Simojoki. And seeing as how her lover boy is probably buried by now, I'm betting that I'll get some reaction from her."

Yeah, I could see that happening: "It's worth a try, I guess. What happens when you make the connection?"

Beast rubbed his hand over the crotch of his jeans: "I'll tell her about the letters and then see if she wants to dicker about some quality dick time."

"Man, that'd be cool," I told him. "We could use another junkyard bitch around here."

"We're going to get one out of this, Stu. Believe me, we're going to be lucky on this one."

He was so right. When I was finishing him that evening I went for a beer with Beast and he was bragging that it was in the bag. He found Nicola Ashe and she'd already been worried out of her skull about what had happened to her dumb letters. According to Beast, she couldn't agree fast enough when he told he she'd better come on over and drop everything.

Me, I'm one of the wait and see type, so I waited until next day and what I saw was a nicely polished black Regal come rolling into the yard and stop outside the wooden shack that Beast calls his office. Then I saw the woman get out of it and decided to quit work there and then. In the first place, we don't get many lady visitors to the yard -- and in the second place, we certainly don't get many wearing a long coat on a sunny day. Interesting.

Then Beast came over towards me, and he's leading the woman by the hand, and she's not a bad looker. But she's holding onto her coat and looking at the piles of wrecked auto bodies as if she's never seen anything like them before. Perhaps she wasn't used to being in the shit places where the working stiffs have to go to make their bread.

"Hey, Stu, this is Nicola. We've got a deal in place. She's going to come downtown regularly to fuck both of us and in return she gets to burn one letter on each trip." Beast grinned at me: "That sound fair to you, bro?"

"Sure," I said. "That sounds good to me."

Well, whaddya know, Beast had been right all along. There really was things in those letters this bitch didn't want anybody else to know about. I was sure of that because she grabbed at our dicks without even waiting for an invitation. This was our kind of lady!

"Where are you going to take me?" she asked. She had a sexy voice, kind of deep with some Southern drawl in it.

"Right here will do fine," Beast told her. "It ain't fancy, but it's cheap. Now get down there and do your thing, bitch."

She nodded, like it was what she'd expected him to say, undid a couple of buttons on her coat and squatted down. Beast and me made a grab at our belts at the same time, as fast as two gunslingers hitting leather. I guess it turned out to be a draw because we both got our weapons into her mouth at the same time.

One thing about this gal, you couldn't say she was the shy type. Both of us got equal billing and a fair share of her busy tongue. Considering she was stone cold sober and squatting down on oily concrete in the middle of a wrecker's yard, it was a damned good start.

"She's a hell of a horny slut," I said.

Yeah. I guess we'd better have an early lunch break, I feel like I want somebody to eat me. Open wide, bitch."

Nicola put those ruby red lips of hers right around his shaft and took about half of it with hardly a grunt. I was impressed.

"Jees, what a fucking performer we've got here."

"Yeah," Beast answered. "Now I know what Clay was dreaming about when he crashed."

That seemed to me to be a tad untactful but Nicola didn't even seem to hear what Beast had said. She had her eyes shut and she was sucking away on him like she had a chunk of honey cane in her mouth. Where she was putting so much of him, I couldn't figure: she was packing the meat away like a Chicago canning plant.

"Hey, man, can I check her out?"

"OK," Beast said. "What the hell, even a junior partner deserves a few work privileges."

That was good enough for me to grab hold of her head and find out for myself if she was as good as she looked to be. And she was! She got me into that warm wet mouth and sucked on my sweaty cock like she'd struck oil. I went up on my toes grunting with pleasure. The only thing better than a blow job is getting a blow job in the middle of a working day from some woman you've only just met -- especially when it's not costing even a dime for her time.

"Having fun there, Stu?" Beast asked.

"Man, I don't know what's in those letters but I'm voting on giving them back to her page by page only. This slut is too good to turn loose yet a while."

"Yeah, she's hot. A genuine junkyard bitch. If we chain her up, you think she could take both of us on at once?"

The woman wriggled her ass around and grabbed hold of Beast's prick, pulling it closer towards her.

"Seems like she thinks she can," I grinned.

Jees, but Beast had been on the money about those letters. Whatever she'd written in them, Nicola was totally desperate to get them back. Or at least to to do whatever it took for both of us to make sure we kept them to ourselves. Or maybe she was a natural born whore needing the right excuse to get involved in some real rough trade. If that was the way of it, she'd sure come to the right place.

"Swallow me, you slut, as much as you can get into you and then some." I told her. "Or I'll show you how far I can shove a hot welding torch up your ass."

"Hey, dude, good idea," Beast said. The gas tip was close enough for him to pick it up and tap it against a car panel. "Get hot, chick, or we'll make you hot."

Nicola heard him that time, no doubt about it, because she went down on me hard, snorting and sniffling as she tried her very best for an 'all the way' deal. All she needed to bring it off was just a little more encouragement. And it seemed she might get it as Beast leaned over her with the cutting torch. He put the tip way down, only an inch from her knee, so she could feel the heat still coming off it.

"Try harder, bitch," he ordered her. "Much, much harder."

There are different ways of persuading a slut to do what you want her to. But if there's a better way than with a branding iron, I don't know what it is. It worked on Nicola, anyway.

Yeah, it's true she almost choked herself on my cock but what the hell, I'd been working all morning -- I deserved a treat. I got one as well as our tamed business lady got all of me down into her throat with her nose buried in my hairs. I could feel her snuffling into my bush, like she was whimpering with pain. Maybe she'd dislocated her jaw or something, I sure didn't care. And Beast was singing some crazy little song he'd picked up someplace:

Beast laughed, knelt down behind her and put his hand up between her legs. Then he lifted it out and sniffed it. "Wow, she's ready to rock and roll," he said. "How about she keeps blowing you off while I fuck her some?"

"I think I can go with that," I told him.

We hauled Nicola to her feet and then bent her over the hood of a Probe to pull her panties off, which seemed like the right model for the job. Then we left her there for a while as we got rid of our stinking clothes and patted her delicious rump.

"Oh God, you guys are way out at the edge," she kept saying. "You don't understand, I've got to be back at my desk soon." But talking like that didn't stop her from wriggling her ass at us every time it got touched.

She didn't get that much time for talking anyway, not as soon as she was riding on top of Beast's hot rod, because I started up again where I'd left off.

It meant balancing on top of one of the wrecks to let Nicola do her deep breathing exercises, but she made it worth the effort. Lots and lots of tongue work in between some serious suction type efforts. I wondered if she'd handled two guys together before and figured that she was probably capable of taking on a black basketball team if she needed to.

What I really wanted to know was if I could get all the way down her throat again. I couldn't see why not, not if I pushed hard enough. One thing though, if she choked on my cock there was no way I was going to give her the kiss of life.

"Got a big mouth, have you, bitch? Right, see if this fills it for you."

I'd gotten in position to take the plunge, and I knew it, and she knew it, and she was sucking on me like she was underwater with a blocked snorkel. Then I gave her something to remember when she got back to the office. All the way, man, all the way down her throat until she was wriggling between me and Beast like a gaffed fish.

I gave out with a rebel yell and so did Beast. Fuck, but we were making sure this bitch worked hard for every letter she got back from us. It had sure been nice of Clay to crash his car and let us in on this deal.

I wondered if he was dead or not -- I'd have to remember to ask Nicola. If he was still alive we'd have to take some pics of her doing her thing with us and send them to him with a "Don't Get Well" soon card. In the meantime his bitch was starting to use her teeth to bite lightly on my cock because she had to. Otherwise she was plain going to choke on it.

OK, nobody can say we're not sensitive new age guys down at the wreckers. I'd take my shaft out of her mouth if that was what Nicola wanted: and then I'd ram it right up her asshole.

The funny thing was that she didn't seem to want me to do that. It wasn't as if I wasn't a real gentleman about the deal. Hell, she saw me get a dab of leaking grease out of a wheel bearing on the end of my finger, and she certainly knew where I put my finger and spread it around to make it easier for her. But even after I'd taken all that trouble for her she still didn't want to get rimmed front and rear.

She screamed and begged about it, to tell the truth, and that made it so much more fun. "Hey, bro, can I plug your woman between the cheeks?" I asked Beast.

"Well, hell, man, any woman of mine is a woman of yours. Climb aboard and do it."

Yeah, that was what I wanted to hear. That lovely upturned ass, with those high heels and nylons and her squealing away as Beast fucked her, but looking back over her shoulder with her eyes stucking out like peeled grapes as I snuck in through her back door. And then I was really inside, and fancy pants Nicola was screeching like a high revving metal cutter.

No doubt about it, here was a lady who was going to be sitting mighty cautious on office seat for a while because of a blown ring. And just to prove it there'd be grease stains on her panties every time she blew off.

"You know what happens next?" I asked her.

"I've got a hunch I'll be back tomorrow for lunch," she gasped.

Yep, she's our kind of bitch, is Nicola.