Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
I heard the clack of heels on concrete, the familiar husk of a woman used to getting her own way. “Hello, boys.” She paused. “Hi Trent.”
I waited until I could smell her perfume. She propped herself up on my tool trolley, her head tossed back.
“Eleanor,” I grunted.
She raised an eyebrow. “I was… passing… I hoped you could…” Her eyes swept down my overalls, came to rest on my crotch. “Fit me in for a service…” My dick twitched under her stare, and I cursed myself. “I couldn’t get hold of you yesterday afternoon… Ted was out on the course… we could’ve…”
“I was busy,” I said. “I had the girls.”
She nodded. “Of course, sorry.” She fluffed her hair a little. “Sunday, yes, I should’ve known.” She held up her keys. “I can go… if it’s not convenient… I was just passing…”
I smirked, and no words were needed. Nobody just passes here from fifty fucking miles away. I grabbed a rag from the tray at the side of her, and her breath caught as I wiped the oil from my fingers. I could feel the tension, the four pairs of eyes fixed on me from across the room, waiting. Buck gave me a nod behind her back. Petey was all but fucking slavering. Hugh was still composed, sipping his tea, but Jimmy O was hip thrusting, his tongue pinched between his teeth. Dirty fucker.
I focused back on Eleanor, at the thick red lipstick on her lips and the tight little dress she was wearing. The diamonds around her neck were real and I knew it, her blonde curls bounced over her big tits, which weren’t real in the slightest and I knew that, too. The woman must be approaching fifty, but you’d sure as fuck never know that. Botox and a personal trainer. She smelled of money. Money and hot, wet pussy.
I pointed at the Audi. “My good friend, Ken, needs this bastard fixed up by three o’clock.” I tipped my head to the row of cars behind hers. “Mondays are never a good day for a drive-by. We’ve got breakdowns coming out of our ears.”
She reached into her Gucci handbag, pulled out an envelope, crisp and white. “I’ll be very generous, for the inconvenience.”
The envelope looked thick, much thicker than usual. There was only the muffled sound of the radio and the silence of bated breath as I weighed it up. I took a step closer, until my mouth was at her ear.
“You have to be out of here by midday so I can get this shit done. Deal?”
I felt her nod, her breath tickling my ear. “Deal.”
“What do you want?”
She knew exactly what I meant. “You…” she said. “And Buck…” She pointed over her shoulder. “I want to take the big guy. I want to take the both of you.”
“Just the two of us?”
She nodded. “Unless you can spare me the afternoon, too. Maybe even the week.” She laughed and licked her lips, and she looked like a cheap porno. It shouldn’t have turned me on but it did. It turned me on a shit ton. “Hot and hard, Trent. I want it hot and hard.” Her voice was just a whisper. “Oh fuck, Trent, I’ve been thinking about this all morning. I’ve been thinking about you.”
My mouth was watering as I looked over to the guys. I pulled out my wallet, took out a couple of twenties. “Run to the shop, will you, Petey? Cigarettes and sandwiches, get a round in.” I smiled. “Take your time about it.”
The lad nodded, took the cash and made a dash for it. I tipped my head at Buck and he grinned. I flashed Hugh the look and he read my mind. He slapped Jimmy O on the back.
“Let’s go to Brecon, pick up that old Clio.”
Jimmy let out a sigh. “Some guys get all the pissing luck,” he groaned, but he was already grabbing his jacket.
Eleanor smiled at me, handed over the envelope. I didn’t open it, just slipped it in the rack on the wall behind me. Hugh pulled down the shutters as he went, leaving us bathed in the hard glow of strip lighting. I locked up behind them, and Buck turned off the radio.
Eleanor had hitched her ass onto the tool trolley and her legs were spread by the time I’d done with the lock, her skirt already high up her thighs, fancy-done nails rubbing her clit through a tiny pair of creamy lace knickers.
“I meant it,” she said. “All morning, Trent. It’s all I could think about. You guys drive me wild.” Buck moved to the back of her, grabbed hold of the tool trolley and wheeled her in my direction as she squealed. She threw her arms back, grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled him close. “Fuck me, big boy,” she hissed. “I need to be fucked by real fucking men.”