Gangbang at the Jiffy Lube

Don't you hate having to wait for your car to be serviced? The furniture smells and is oil-smudged. The torn, stained magazines are at least four years old and targeted at straight males who spend most of their disposable income on pimping their ride. The cheap radio is too loud, spits static, and is tuned to some reactionary talkshow.

Now only if there was some kind of other diversion. I wouldn't mind having to share him with a few hunky mechanics.