Garage Gangbang - A Rough Reluctant Gangbang Sex Story by Mercy Faulk Page A

how would I pay for it? I had about $100 in my checking
account and $5 in my savings — just enough to keep it active in
case I found some work. Hopefully one of my credit cards — or more
likely all of them combined — would have enough room to eke it
out.
    I jammed the key into the
ignition and said a little prayer to the car gods before turning
it. Banger’s engine grumbled a bit, giving me a mini-heart attack,
but she finally sputtered to life. Then I was roaring out of the
parking structure on a mission to find a smog shop.
     
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    As I drove down the busy thoroughfare, all the auto shops I
passed were already either closed or a guy in coveralls was pulling
down the roll-up doors to the testing bays. I was in full-panic
mode by then. Driving with expired registration didn’t worry me as
much as walking into my new job tomorrow without up-to-date
paperwork. There was probably a huge line of people more qualified
than me ready to snap up the gig if it was offered. I had no
illusions I was indispensable.
    My tears had dried up as I
frantically searched for a shop that would take me but they
threatened to spill over again as I closed in on the end of the
businesses along this stretch of road. It was useless. I’d never
find an open shop now that it was after five.
    A sob had just wracked my
body when, through a shimmery veil of tears, I spotted a small
garage whose doors were still open. My breath hitched and I cut
across two lanes of rush-hour traffic to make the center turning
lane, horns blaring in my wake.
    Minutes seemed to tick by
as a herd of cars packed the road, preventing me from turning left
into the parking lot. “Please don’t close, please don’t close,” I
breathed as I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, my heart
racing. Finally someone took mercy and stopped so I’d have room to
turn. Cars in the other lanes followed suit and I pulled into the
lot.
    I nosed Banger into the
garage bay as a seriously sexy guy in blue coveralls was reaching
up to pull down the door. He glared at me and shook his head,
mouthing the word “closed.”
    I don’t want to sound
braggy, but I’m pretty cute. Long dark hair, small but perky
breasts, and a banging bod. I swear, I don’t play on my looks very
often, but I was desperate. I literally batted my eyelashes at him,
clutched my hands to my chest in a pleading gesture — which,
incidentally, pushed my tits together nicely — and gave him my
prettiest pout. “Pleeease,” I whispered out loud, knowing he could
only read my lips.
    He stared at me for a long
moment, and then one corner of his mouth twitched, almost as if he
was trying to suppress a smile. He crossed his thick arms and
leaned back against the doorframe to appraise me. This gave me time
to check him out as well. He wasn’t just sexy; he was gorgeous. He
had shaggy blond hair cropped short, but not shaved. He was tall
but not towering and he filled out his coveralls nicely. I dipped
my head and pulled my sunglasses down a bit to get a better look.
Yes, I liked what I saw. He looked like a jock mixed with an
underwear model. “Mmm, come to mommy,” I mumbled.
    I don’t know if he could
tell what I said but a smile lit his face and he waved me inside.
“Thank God!” I pulled Banger forward, set the hand brake and turned
off the engine. My door opened and a grimy hand was offered to help
me out of the car. I hesitated, not wanting to get my fingers
dirty, but decided it might seem bitchy if I didn’t take it. Pretty
ironic considering just how deeply inside me his long, warm fingers
would soon be buried.
    They wrapped around mine
and an intense heat swept over me, causing my nipples to pucker.
Slack-jawed, I met his gaze. His eyes were like cocoa, warm and
soft. I was lost in them. I only remembered to stand when he pulled
my hand up. But instead of stepping back to give me space, he
stayed where he was so our bodies were nearly touching. The
electricity that zapped between us