Emma

Emma had just turned 22 and was beautiful beyond words. She was 5' 6" and 115 lbs with blonde hair, toned legs and a perfect ass. Her breasts weren't large, b cups, but fir her frame nicely. Emma was excited to go see her new boyfriend at his work as this would be her first visit at his new job. Her boyfriend is a new Firefighter in the city and is assigned to a station in a not so good part of town. Emma was on her way to surprise him at his station by showing up bringing cookies for the guys and aslo see her boyfriend whose 24 hours away at a time seemed too long. She was unfamiliar with this part of town, as the nice sidewalks and clean streets were replaced with overgrown vacant lots and boarded up homes and businesses. Just as the GPS said she was 10 minutes from the station her car started to sputter. Luckily she sees a shady looking auto repair shop and coast in as her car died. A couple of rough looking characters walk out and immediately look at her, not the car. Uhm..my car...I think it may have something wrong with it. The first mechanic ( Rocky) reaches in and pops the hood while the other ( Enos) continues to ogle her. Rocky sees the issue immediately, a simple vacuum hose had come loose causing her car to run badly. Rocky shakes his head and tells Enos "this may take a while, we need to bore out her cylinder". Emma alarmed asked "is that expensive"? Enos said "Well that all depends". Enos escorts Emma to the office and asks her to sit down where he gives her two options. To bore her cylinder won't be cheap but will require both mechanic's full attention. Enos then asks her how much money does she have to pay. Emma responds "I only have $50, but I think I can get more". Well this job will require both of us and will be $2500 up front. But your a pretty girl and I can make you a deal. If you want your car fixed we will fix it for free, guaranteed you'll drive off like your car is new, but we both get to fuck you, now that's a deal isn't it. No money, no phone calls to your daddy. In exchange, we both get to fuck you. Right here, right now."" as he reaches out his hand to cement the deal with a handshake. "I... I only have fifty dollars," Emma admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "But I can call my parents, or I can get more from my account tomorrow. I just really need to get to the fire station." Enos let out a short, dry laugh. "Tomorrow doesn't get you on the road today. A job like this, the kind of work Rocky and I do, that’s two thousand five hundred dollars up front. Cash." He watched her face fall, the realization of the cost hitting her. He saw the desperation in her eyes and decided to lean in, his tone shifting from professional to something far more transactional. "But you're a very pretty girl. And we're feeling generous. I can make you a deal." Emma looked from Enos to Rocky. Rocky wasn't smiling, but his eyes were roaming over her with an appetite that made her skin prickle. Enos continued, his voice smooth. "Here is the offer: we fix your car for free. Guaranteed, you’ll drive off this lot feeling like your car is brand new. "But there's a catch," Enos added, his voice dropping to a low, commanding hum. "We don't want your money. We want you. Both of us. Right here, right now. No one has to know, no phone calls to daddy. Just a simple trade for a working engine." He extended a calloused, grease-stained hand across the desk, his eyes locking onto hers with a heavy, expectant intensity. Emma looked at the hand, then back at the door where Rocky stood, his broad frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the room. The absurdity of the situation clashed with the sheer desperation of being stranded in a neighborhood that felt increasingly hostile. She thought of her boyfriend, the cookies, and the distance between her and safety. In a moment of impulsive, terrified surrender, she reached out and gripped his hand. The feel of the grit and oil on his skin sent a shiver through her, but she didn't pull away. "Fine," she whispered. "Just... fix the car." Enos didn't waste another second. He didn't lead her to a bed or a couch; he simply cleared a stack of old invoices off the scarred wooden desk with one sweeping motion. He gripped her waist, his large, oil-slicked fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips as he hoisted her up onto the desk. The contrast was stark: her pale, smooth skin against the dark, grime-streaked wood. He didn't bother with a slow courtship; he reached up and hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her toned legs and the lace of her underwear to the dim light of the office. Rocky moved in then, no longer playing the silent observer. He stepped behind her, his presence a hot, heavy weight. He reached around to help Enos, his hands—blackened with engine grease—sliding up her thighs, leaving dark streaks against her skin. The sensation was jarring, the rough texture of the lubricant and grit rubbing against her sensitivity. Enos leaned in, his breath smelling of coffee and tobacco, as he freed himself from his trousers. His cock was thick and imposing, and as he pressed it against her, Emma gasped, her head hitting the back of the desk. He entered her in one forceful, greedy surge, the friction of his skin and the residue of the shop filling her. While Enos claimed her from the front, Rocky didn't stay idle. He positioned himself behind her, his movements synchronized with Enos. He pushed into her with a guttural groan, his own heavy weight pinning her between them. Emma felt overwhelmed, caught in a vice of muscle and grease. The rhythm was primal and urgent, the sound of the rattling desk fan drowned out by the wet slap of skin and the heavy breathing of the two men. They didn't treat her with tenderness, but with a focused, mechanical efficiency, treating her body like the machine they claimed to be repairing. She closed her eyes, the world shrinking down to the smell of motor oil and the sensation of two large men claiming her in the heart of a forgotten garage.

Emma..."I think if O can get you the money if you let me leave or call someone". Enos..." No this deal has to be done right here...right now...".