The sun scorched the asphalt, shimmering off every surface as I idled in the school parking lot. Another sweltering day in paradise, and I was more than ready to get out of here. My pristine 1977 Chevy Laguna, all sleek curves and deep red paint, was baking under the relentless glare, the chrome practically blistering. But she was my baby, heat or not, and I loved her.

I leaned across the passenger seat, my low-cut top stretching tight across my chest, giving a generous view of what was on offer. “Hey, Mark,” I purred, flashing him a bright smile. He was a classmate, kinda cute, and currently wilting under an oak tree nearby, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “You look like you’re about to melt. Need a ride?”

His eyes, already a little wide, widened further as he took in the Laguna and then, inevitably, me. My tight denim shorts and even tighter top were definitely doing their job. “Uh, yeah, Brooke, that’d be great! Thanks.” He practically jogged over, tossing his backpack into the back seat before sliding into the passenger side, exhaling dramatically.

“No problem, handsome,” I said, winking. “Got some errands to run myself, figured I might as well save someone from spontaneous combustion.” I backed out of my spot, the big block engine purring, for now. “So, where’s your first stop?”

He gave me his address, a few neighborhoods over. “I just need to drop off some textbooks at home, then I was heading to the library.”

“Library it is,” I confirmed, pulling out of the lot with a smooth rumble. The Laguna hugged the road, the air from the vents already struggling against the oppressive heat. I ran a hand through my long blonde hair, letting out a small sigh. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” I asked, glancing at Mark. “Can’t beat classic American muscle.”

Mark nodded, still looking a little awestruck. “She’s incredible, Brooke. I’ve never seen a Laguna like this.”

“Most people haven’t,” I agreed, a touch of proud possessiveness in my voice. “She’s a rare bird. But like all special ladies, she has her… peculiarities.” I gave him a knowing look, letting the implication hang in the air. He shifted in his seat, a faint flush on his cheeks. He was definitely getting the message.

Our first stop was a quick one, just a few blocks away. “I need to pick up a package at the post office,” I explained, pulling into a shady spot, as if a few minutes of shade would make any difference. “Be right back. Try not to melt while I’m gone.”

I strode inside, feeling the eyes of everyone in the parking lot on me. I always did. My outfit usually guaranteed it, but there was something about the big red Laguna that just drew attention like a magnet. I loved it.

A few minutes later, I was back, package in hand. I slid into the driver’s seat, the leather burning even through my shorts. “Okay, baby,” I murmured, stroking the warm dashboard. “Time to get back on the road.”

I turned the key. The engine cranked, groaning sluggishly, a slow, drawn-out rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr. It sputtered once, coughed, and died.

Mark looked at me, a hint of concern in his eyes. “Trouble?”

I just smiled, a confident, slightly mischievous grin. “Like I said, she has her peculiarities. Especially on days like this. She hates the heat.” I turned the key again, holding it, listening to the long, grinding attempt. Rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr. Nothing. I eased off the key, then tried again, gently pumping the gas pedal as I held the key. Rrrrr-pump-rrrrr-pump-rrrrr. My breasts jiggled with each press of the pedal, a rhythmic bounce that I knew Mark couldn’t miss. I saw his gaze flick down, then quickly back up to my face.

“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, my voice soft but firm, like talking to a stubborn child. “Don’t be like this. We’ve got places to be.” I pumped the pedal a little more insistently, feeling the slight resistance as the carburetor tried to draw in fuel. Rrrrr-pump-pump-rrrrr-pump-pump-rrrrr. The smell of raw gasoline started to waft into the cabin. “You’re just a little flooded, aren’t you, sweetie? I know you want to start for me.”

I leaned forward, my hands on the wheel, my body swaying slightly with the pumping action. My voice grew a little more urgent, a little more pleading. “Please? Just a little spark, that’s all I need. Come on, girl, you know you can do it. Just a little push, for Mama.”

The engine coughed, a more hopeful hrrr-hrrr. My heart gave a little jump. “There it is!” I exclaimed, pumping the pedal faster, more vigorously. My chest bounced, a lively dance against the fabric of my top. “Yeah! You feel that? You’re so close! Just a little more, darling, a little more for me!”

Hrrrr-hrrr-VROOM! The engine caught, sputtering uncertainly for a moment before roaring to life, settling into a rough, rumbling idle. Black smoke puffed from the tailpipe. I let out a triumphant laugh. “See? Always does. Just takes a little… persuasion.” I gave Mark another wink, revving the engine slightly to clear its throat.

He was definitely redder now. “Wow,” he managed, a little breathless. “That was… quite a process.”

“It’s a whole relationship, honey,” I grinned, pulling out of the parking spot. “But she’s worth it. Always.”

Next, we headed to the grocery store. It was only a fifteen-minute drive, but by the time we got there, the heat had only intensified. The sun was directly overhead, beating down mercilessly. I found another spot, not really caring about shade this time, just wanting to get in and out.

“Alright, quick dash for some essentials,” I said, turning off the engine. She sighed to a stop, a relieved quiet in the cabin. “Want to wait here, or come in?”

“I’ll wait, thanks,” Mark replied, already looking a bit drained.

I grabbed my purse, giving him a playful pat on the shoulder. “Be good. Don’t let my baby run off without me.”

Inside, I breezed through the aisles, grabbing a few things. It was a quick trip, but the air conditioning was a welcome relief. The second I stepped back into the parking lot, the heat hit me like a physical punch. I squinted, walking briskly back to the Laguna.

“Okay, back in the saddle,” I announced, sliding into the driver’s seat. Mark looked up from his phone, a faint smile on his face. “Now for the main event.”

I turned the key. Rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr. Nope. Again. Rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr. Nothing but a slow grind and the smell of fuel.

“She’s really not happy today, is she?” Mark observed, trying to sound casual.

“Nah, she just likes to make a grand entrance,” I said, starting my ritual. Long key hold, gentle pumps, my chest already starting its rhythmic undulation. “Come on, sweetie. Don’t you want to go home? I know you do. You’re such a good girl, really.” My voice was a low murmur, intimate, like I was speaking only to the car.

Rrrrr-pump-pump-rrrrr-pump-pump-rrrrr. The engine groaned, a frustrated sound. “You’re just playing hard to get, aren’t you?” I teased, a little more force in my pumping. The jiggle was more pronounced now, my low-cut top doing its best to contain the movement. I caught Mark’s eyes again. He quickly looked away, but I knew he was watching. I loved it.

Hrrrr-hrrr-hrrr. A promising cough. “Yes! That’s it! You remember, don’t you? Just keep trying! For Mama! She knows how much you love to run!” I leaned into the pumping, my body swaying, my voice rising a little in pitch, excitement building. “Just a little more, baby, just a little bit more gas for that pretty engine!”

And then, VROOM! She roared to life, settling into that familiar, slightly rough idle. I gave a triumphant sigh. “There we go! Good girl!”

I put her in reverse, checking my mirrors. “Okay, just need to back out of this spot, and we’re golden.” I started to ease my foot off the brake, turning the wheel. The car lurched slightly, and then, without warning, the engine sputtered. Phhht. It died. Utterly.

My jaw tightened. “Oh, you little witch,” I muttered, but there was a smile playing on my lips. This was a classic Laguna move. Die when backing out, just to be difficult. “She really likes to put on a show for guests, doesn’t she?” I said to Mark, turning to grin at him.

He chuckled, a nervous sound. “She certainly does.”

Now we were truly stuck, half-in, half-out of the parking spot, blocking traffic flow in the immediate lane. Cars had to swing wide around us. I could feel the stares, hear a few impatient honks. Perfect.

“Alright, sweet pea,” I said, taking a deep breath. “This is where we really push it. No more games.” I turned the key again, holding it, but this time I was already pumping the gas with more intensity, my whole upper body involved. My breasts were really going now, a full-on jigglefest, each pump a dramatic, eye-catching bounce.

Rrrrr-pump-pump-pump-rrrrr-pump-pump-pump. The engine was utterly silent, refusing even a cough. The smell of gasoline was much stronger now, a clear sign of flooding. “You’ve gone too far now, baby,” I whispered, my voice taking on a more pleading, almost sensual tone. “You’re really giving me a hard time. Please, just a little spark. Just a whisper of life. My pretty girl, you know you want to start. You love the open road, don’t you? So let’s go!”

I leaned over the steering wheel, my head almost touching it, my focus entirely on coaxing the engine. My hand was a blur on the gas pedal. My chest rose and fell with each pump, a mesmerizing rhythm that I knew was drawing all of Mark’s attention. “Come on, come on, come on!” I begged, my voice growing more urgent, more breathy. “Just a little puff! Just a little rumble! I know you’re in there! Don’t play dumb with me, you naughty girl!”

The engine finally gave a weak hrrr. It was barely a whisper, but it was something. “YES! There it is! You hear that, Mark?” I lifted my head, my eyes bright with triumph and playful exasperation. My hair was starting to stick to my forehead with sweat. “She’s listening! She’s always listening! Just a little more encouragement!”

I pumped harder, faster, practically bouncing in my seat. My whole body was involved now, the seatbelt straining. “Come on, my love! You’re so close! You just need to feel it! I’m right here, coaxing you, giving you everything you need! Just give me a little cough! Give me a little roar! Please! For me! For Mama!” My voice was a low, seductive plea, rising to a desperate, panting whisper as the engine started to cough more consistently.

Hrrr-hrrr-hrrr-VROOOOOM! She finally caught, a glorious, angry roar that sent a plume of black smoke into the air. I let out a whoop of triumph, easing my foot off the gas slightly, letting her idle roughly. The whole car shook.

“YES! You little devil! I knew you had it in you!” I turned to Mark, beaming, my face flushed, my chest still heaving. “See? Always. Just takes a little more… effort.” My eyes sparkled, daring him to deny the show he’d just witnessed.

He just stared at me, his mouth slightly open. “I… I think I need a moment.”

I laughed, a rich, throaty sound. “You’ll get used to it. Or you’ll just enjoy the show.” I smoothly backed out of the spot, leaving a small cloud of black smoke as my signature, and headed towards his house.

The rest of the drive was uneventful, the Laguna humming along, apparently having exhausted her tantrum. We pulled up to Mark’s house, a modest two-story place, just as the sun began its descent, casting long, golden shadows.

“Well, here we are,” I said, putting the car in park. Instead of just letting her idle, I reached down, twisted the key, and shut her off. The engine died instantly, the sudden silence filling the car. Then, slowly, deliberately, I started to pump the gas pedal, several times, deep presses, even though the engine was off.

Mark looked at me, confused. “What are you doing?”

I leaned back, a wicked smile playing on my lips. “Oh, just making sure she’s really ready to say goodbye. She tends to get a little… needy, at the end of the day. And I wouldn’t want you to miss the grand finale, would I?” I nudged him playfully with my elbow. “Consider it a bonus feature of the Brooke-and-Laguna experience.”

I turned the key. Rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr. Nope. She was utterly dead, just as I’d intended. I’d given her a good, solid dose of raw fuel. This was going to be fun.

“Okay, baby,” I whispered, already starting my routine, but with a heightened sense of theatricality. My first pumps were long and slow, almost sensuous, as if I were trying to wake her with a caress. My eyes met Mark’s. “She really hates goodbyes, you know? She thinks if she doesn’t start, I’ll just stay with her forever.”

Rrrrr-pump-pump-rrrrr-pump-pump-rrrrr. The engine was silent, a vast, empty silence, punctuated only by the frustrated grind of the starter. The smell of gasoline was already strong, filling the cabin. “You’ve really overdone it this time, haven’t you, you naughty thing?” I chided, my voice a low, teasing murmur. “Did you really think I wouldn’t figure out your little game? You want me to beg, don’t you? You want to make a spectacle out of me.”

I started to pump the gas more vigorously, my body swaying with the effort. My chest bounced, a rhythmic, mesmerizing motion against the tight fabric of my top. I was almost panting now, putting on a real show. “Come on, sweetie! Please! Mama really needs you to start! I’m tired, honey, I’ve had a long day, and I need to get home. Just a little spark, that’s all I’m asking for! Please, just one little cough!”

The engine remained stubbornly silent. I leaned forward, my face close to the steering wheel, my voice dropping to a desperate, throaty whisper. “Oh, you’re being a real tease, aren’t you? You know how much I want you to start. You know I’m going to make you start. But you just want to draw it out, don’t you? Make me work for it.”

My foot on the gas pedal was a blur, my whole arm moving with the effort. My body was leaning, pushing, swaying with each pump. My breasts were practically free-floating, jiggling wildly with every frantic movement. I could feel sweat trickling down my spine, my hair sticking to my face. “Please, please, please!” I begged, my voice rising to a breathless gasp. “You’re breaking my heart, baby! Just a little sputter! Just a tiny rumble! I’m begging you! I’m on my knees here! Do it for Mama! Just feel the gas, my love! Feel it and light up for me! Just a little VROOM! That’s all I need! I know you can do it! I know you want to! Give it to me! Give it to me now!”

My head was back, my eyes squeezed shut in mock agony, my chest heaving, my body writhing slightly with each desperate pump. It was a full-body performance, utterly dramatic, completely over the top, and I knew Mark wasn’t missing a single second of it.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, a weak, almost pathetic hrrr.

My eyes shot open. “YES! There it is!” I cried, a triumphant roar. I redoubled my efforts, pumping like a woman possessed, my whole body shaking. “You feel that? You feel Mama coaxing you? You feel her wanting you? Come on, you little firecracker! Light up! Light up for me! Give me that roar! Give me everything you’ve got! Show me what you’re made of!”

Hrrrr-hrrr-VROOM-VROOM-VROOOOOM!The engine caught with an angry, sputtering roar, then finally settled into a rough, chugging idle, vibrating the entire car. Black smoke billowed out of the tailpipe for a good five seconds.

I leaned back, utterly spent, but beaming, my chest still heaving, a flush coloring my cheeks. My hair was disheveled, my top clinging to my damp skin. “There,” I panted, turning to Mark, a raw, triumphant grin on my face. “See? I told you. Always comes through for Mama. Just takes a little more… convincing. And a lot of begging.”

Mark was utterly speechless, just staring at me, his eyes wide and a very distinct blush painting his face from his neck to his hairline. He finally managed to swallow. “Wow, Brooke,” he breathed, his voice a little hoarse. “That was… quite a struggle.”

I just winked at him, a knowing, satisfied smile on my lips. “Some things are just worth fighting for, honey. And some shows are just too good to miss.” I let the engine idle, rumbling as a testament to my perseverance. “Now go on,” I said, gesturing to his house. “Before she dies again just to keep you here.”

He stumbled out of the car, still looking dazed, and retrieved his backpack from the back seat. As he stood by the open door, he took one last look at me, then at the Laguna, a mix of awe and something else unreadable in his eyes.

I just smiled, revving the engine slightly, letting her thunder. Another successful day. And another successful performance.