EXTRACT FOR
Cosmetic Damage For A Hotwife
(Nicola Nichols)

She looked over at the other guys who were staring openly now. "I'm glad to hear that. So, how do we do this? Do you tell your boss you'll fix the car on Sunday?"



"Naw." He glanced at the office. The door was shut, and he pushed her back against the car and pressed against her. "Me and the guys don't like to bother the boss with that sort of shit. It just so happens that I had a friend make keys to this shop, just in case. That means that if we have reached an understanding, we could meet you here on Sunday morning and get your car pristine for your prissy husband."



She looked up at him, letting him see she didn't mind him rubbing against her, that it didn't bother her. "What sort of understanding have we reached here?"



"Well, we'd need about a hundred bucks to cover necessary expenses like buffing compound and beer. And then we'd expect you to come here early Sunday morning so we can do the work and have the rest of the day to enjoy your appreciation for work well done."



"Just how appreciative are we talking about getting here, Jorge?"



He put his hand around her waist, pressing into the small of her back, then rubbed his crotch against her. She worked her hips, rubbing back, feeling his cock swelling even through the thick jeans. "So appreciative that you'll be on rubbery legs for days."



She looked over at the work bay, the other two guys. They looked hungry for her. "You fix my car and then the three of you get to fuck me?"



"In every way we can manage. It seems fair enough. The prissy husband gets his car all fixed, we get to fuck the prissy husband's pussy, and he never knows you fucked up his car."



She found it refreshing to deal with him. Eric tended to complicate things, but Jorge was talking the way things worked in the world, cutting to the chase. He wanted sex for doing the work; he and his buddies wanted to gangbang her. 



She felt her pussy getting wet, imagining it. She let out a breath. "That's a reasonable deal as far as I'm concerned. "



He jerked a thumb at the back door. "Bring your car up to the back. I'll have the door unlocked. About nine is good."



She turned and put her hand on the door. "I'll be here."



Jorge grabbed her hand, stopping her. "Thing is, Paula, I know we will be here. The idea of spreading those nice white legs of yours is a prime motivation for us. But I don't know how serious you are."



"What do you mean?"



"You could be a rich bitch who is pulling my chain. You could leave now and find someone else to fix it for you. We ain't the only body and fender guys in town, just the best."



"We have a deal. I keep my word."



"Well I believe you and all that, but there are a couple of problems. See this close negotiating we been doing has got me worked up. I'd be in a better situation with the other guys, in terms of making them feel secure about getting out of bed on a Sunday morning if I could assure them you were the real deal and not a prick tease."



She looked at him and smiled. "And how does that work? How do you decide I'm the real deal and not a prick tease?"



He nodded toward a door. "By going in the bathroom with me and sucking my cock. Give me a sweet blowjob as a down payment."



She tilted her head to look up at him, then slowly licked her lips and watched him tremble. "Jorge, I can do that."