Then her scraped knee started to ache like a bitch. She had cleaned it out and bandaged it with a first aid kit that she had discovered while cleaning. But ever since the adrenaline of the confrontation with Drew had worn off, it really hurt.
Seth had been picked up and taken the rest of the night off.
The worst part, for her, was that it had to be so violent when she had finally met Drew. Since returning to the pit, he had kept his head down and worked quietly and efficiently. As she had watched from behind the curtains of the office, he had gone to work like a machine, nothing in the world seeming to bother him.
Had it been under other circumstances, she would admit that he was very attractive man. She could see how his large, lumberjack physique had made him the specialist at large pieces on large and old tractors. He tore apart an ancient-looking tractor like a child pulling apart his legos. After a while, he and Gunner had turned the music up and started to joke and rassle like nothing had ever happened.
Satisfied that things were back to normal, Karen peeled her eyes off of the men-at-work and went back to the books.
It was almost nine in the evening when Karen leaned back from her ledger. The boys were working hard and if Drew could keep his shit together long enough to finish the drive-train that had been put off, all week, this was going to be the company’s best week, ever.
“Attagirl, Kay,” she told herself as she leaned forward and rested her weary elbows on the steelcase desk. She rubbed her eyes until they stopped aching and then rubbed her temples, hoping that they would stop aching. It was a long night at the end of a long week.
Gunner was banging away like a champ with endless energy, tossing back energy drinks like it was the only thing pumping through his veins.
She was proud of that boy.
When she opened her eyes, Drew was standing in the doorway to the office. HE was holding an enormous blackened piece of steel, warped beyond anything that she could recognize.
“What’s that?” She asked.
He dropped it in the 100-gallon trash can just inside her door.
“Your last hopes of getting the drive-train done,” he said. “No one carries anything this old, anymore. I could get it machined by the machine shop.”
Her heart sank. “How long will that take?”
He shrugged. “Nearest shop that does this is in St. Thomas. That will take a week, minimum.”
“Great,” she said. “There’s no one else who can do it?”
“I didn’t say that,” he said. “My buddy up in Springfield will let me use his shop. Nice place. Really modern. But I’d have to drive all the way up there, get it cranked out through the night and be back to install it in the morning. And I’m too beat for that.”
She nodded. They were all tired.
“Well, I understand. Why don’t you have Gunner drive you up there so you can get some rest on the drive and get back here for the morning. I’ll give you both the afternoon off and double-up on Seth. He can handle it.”
He looked at her without moving. Slowly, he said, “I’m going home. I’ll pick it up, tomorrow.”
“I told the client that he could be harvesting tomorrow,” Karen said in her most authoritative way.
“That was a stupid thing to do,” he said.
And she knew he was probably right. She softened and put her hands up and said: “We’re all tired, Drew. But this repair is way overdue. Please burn the midnight oil, here, or we’re going to lose money on it.”
“Wow,” Drew scoffed bitterly, “you mean that you are going to lose bonus money on it.”
“Okay, here we go,” she said, exasperated, “we promised that client that we would be done by yesterday because Gunner said you were the only one who could do it and then you took the week off to be a baby and pout and I had to push that deadline back for you. But now we are here and I need you.”
That last line was supposed to be warm and inviting and welcoming to a change in his attitude. It didn’t work.
“C’mon, Drew. Take one for the team,” she said.
“I’m going home,” he said again.
“I know that you can make this happen, Drew!” She said. “Now, man up and get it done. I won’t ask, again.”
His eyebrows shot up: “How ‘bout you mind your business and let me be in charge of mine?”
It enraged her and excited her at the same time. At first, she made not answer, but the fight within her started to boil.
“How ‘bout you get back to doing the job that you’re supposed to do,” she sassed him back. “And see something through for a change?”
He nodded with a pissy frown.
“How ‘bout this?” he shot back. “Fuck you, bitch!”
Karen had had enough. She stood and walked to the door and got right in his face.
“Oh, really? How about this? Fuck you, Drew! Okay? How ‘bout that?”
Down below, in the pit, work suddenly stopped. Karen didn’t look to see if Gunner was watching. She knew that he was. After a long pause, he started up again.
Drew’s eyes were serious but unthreatened. He crossed his meaty arms across his barrel chest and just looked her up and down, undressing her with his eyes like a construction worker sizing up some stranger walking by on the street.
“You wish, honey,” Drew laughed coarsely.
“Okay, Billy Bob,” she said, her ire rising. “I’m sure you’re a real ladykiller in the sheets for girls who just love the toothless hillbilly type–”
Then she stopped before going on. It was mean and she had meant it to be. Nonetheless, the last thing that she had expected was for him to take it directly at face value. That’s why his reaction shocked her.
Drew’s mocking expression melted into an angry scowl. He stepped inside the office with the eyes of a predator on the prowl.
“Whoa,” she said, stepping back toward the desk and rearranging her skirt as subtly as she could manage. “Stay cool, guy.”
“See, no one pays me more if I get more work done,” Drew said as he locked the door behind him.
“I know,” Karen answered. Her heart was racing, now. But much to her embarrassment, her pussy tingled with excitement.
“Then you know that your bonus for this season used to be my bonus.”
“Then you come strutting in with your pretty little Malibu Barbie body and take that right out from under me.”
“The way I understand it– “ she started but as she saw his anger fuming to the surface, she shut her mouth.
Drew came closer, making her very uncomfortable. Gazing into her eyes, he reached down and lifted her short skirt.
“You like that, Barbie?” he asked.
She knew the answer to give was no. She held onto his wrist for a moment and then thought better of it. She released him and looked defiantly into his eyes.
“Do you want me to like that?” she asked. “Is that the game we’re playing?”
He reached parted her legs as he pressed her backwards against the cold steel of his father’s desk. There, he found the traces of her pussy through her panties.
“Please get back to work, Drew,” she whispered.
“I am working, darling,” he whispered as he caressed the silky texture of her panties and pressed firmly. “I am about to work this pussy.”
She bit back a gasp.
“You gonna tattle on me, boss-lady?” he asked.
She shook her head. They both knew that would do no good. His father was convinced that his boys were angels, together with all their flaws. She would lose everything that she had worked for.
“And why is that?” he said.
“Because I need you to work,” she confessed.
“No one’s keeping you like a slave, baby-girl.”
“Please, don’t call me that,” she said.
“Or are you a meth-whore,too? Like Tommy’s other girls?” He said.
She slapped his face. The stubble on his cheek was so thick and coarse, it scraped at the softness of her palm.
He angrily grabbed her wrist and pushed her hips, sliding her onto the desk.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Cry out for help.”
She shook her head, again.
“What if I told you that I could get that drive-train back together by open of business, tomorrow?” He tempted her as his hand returned under the pleats of her skirt to her waiting pussy.
“I would be – so – happy,” she admitted through grit teeth as she grabbed his wrist, again. His rubbing had grown too intense for her to control her body’s reaction and that was too unnerving.
“How happy?” He asked.
Karen closed her eyes and confessed: “so happy.”
He pulled his shirt off, without unbuttoning a single button. Underneath the thick wool fabric, his torso was a mish-mash of hairy muscles. Unlike Gunner, he was unshaved and his hair was spread like a light winter coat of fur across his chest and his abs. And his abs! If Gunner was built like a swimsuit model, Drew was built like the man on Brawny paper towels.
“Do you like what you see?” He asked.
Yes! her body screamed.
“It’s very nice,” Karen said, condescendingly. “Good for you.”
He pushed her knees apart and stood for a moment admiring the view, before dropping to his knees.
“What are you doing?” she panted.
“It’s called foreplay,” he said. “I read about it on that thar fancy city-slicker compooter.”
“I get it!” she whispered harshly. “I judged you and I shouldn’t have, but please!”
He looked up at her, “please what?”
“Do I need to say it?” she barked as quietly as she could, looking over her shoulder, terrified that poor Gunner would be there peeping in through the window.
“Yes,” he grinned from between her knees, “but in small, hillbilly words.”
“If you’re going to fuck me, then just fuck me and get it over with and back to work!” she said.
He stood tall. And he was tall. So very tall. He unfastened his Dickies and slid them off with his boxers. His cock swung out, long and thick, buried in a short forest of black hair.
“You don’t like that,” he grinned. “Tommy, he knew you city girls like the boys ‘man-scaped’.”
“I do, but it’s not for everyone,” she admitted. “But what difference does it make? Just get going.”
“I make you wet,” he said.
“Okay, Dude! You can like dream on, okay?” she mocked him in her best Southern California babe accent.
“I like that voice,” he said with a chuckle. “What do you call that voice?”
“Please, Drew!” she said.
“What do you call that?” he repeated.
“It’s like – Valley Girl,” she said. “Can we just-”
“Do it, again,” he said with an amused smile.
“Like can we just fuck errr whatever.”
He looked down, “Yep! Big Hoss likes that, too.”
She rolled her eyes. Of course he had a name for his junk. This guy was a real winner.
“Like, you and Big Hoss can take me, anyday!” she teased, again.
He reached the crotch of her panties and gathered it into his fingers. In a second, he had ripped it open at the seams.
“Goddammit!” She said. “That was so unnecessary!”
He leaned in and pressed his tip to her vagina. He rubbed it up and down her slit. He flexed his taut belly muscles and buried himself completely in her yearning pussy.
“Fuck, yeah, bitch,” he muttered.
“Don’t call me that,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
He fucked her deep and hard.
“Oh, shit!” she breathed.
As he thrust deeper into her, Drew took hold of the button-line of her blouse.
“Stop!” she ordered. “You can’t ruin every-”
He ripped it open, flinging the pretty buttons all over the small office.
“Great!” she complained.
“Tell me to fuck you but do the voice,” he said.
She held onto him and put her chin over his shoulder.
“Go on, like bang me right my slutty fuck-hole, Dude!” she said, glad that he couldn’t see her roll her eyes.
Then it happened. He pressed deeper and deeper and the girth of him seemed to swell inside of her.
“Fuck,” she whispered, absent-mindedly.
“Come on, Valley Girl,” he teased.
“Give it to me, baby!” she said with shortened breath. “I love a good fuck, man!”
He arched his back and she allowed herself to be confronted face-to-face with his bearded, manly face.
The pussy-hunger in his eyes was fierce and disarming. She felt her knees go soft along the inside and her pussy squeeze.
“Keep going,” she whispered. “I want to make you cum.”
“Just so that I’ll get back to making you fucking money,” he chewed out, angrily.
“Goddamn right!” she said, her eyes narrowed. “Now, come on, Jethro!”
That made him fuck like a man possessed.
“Ugh!” he growled, angrily as he pounded her pussy raw and sore. “Ugh! Ugh! GAAAW!”
She bit her lip and took every shaft-plunge, dutifully.
“Make me cum big time, sailor,” She said in his favorite voice. “Make baby cum again and again.”
He pulled out, instantly causing her to groan. Then he flipped her over and bent her over the desk onto her stomach.
It was then that she saw that Gunner was standing at the window, his shirt pulled up over his slick, hairless abs and his hand down his blue jeans. He was enjoying the view.
“I wonder who will finish first,” Drew whispered into Karen’s ear.
Drew spread her feet with his and pushed his thick, meaty cock-head to the entrance of her bumhole.
“Go easy,” she said.
“Now, Valley Girl,” he started.
“I’m not gonna talk like an airhead bimbo while also taking cock in my ass,” she said. “So, just go easy and get to it. You’re burning daylight.”
His fleshy cock parted her open. He tried to force his way in, lubricated only by the juices of her pussy. But, even so, she was too dry and it was painful.
“How about a little help back there, Champ?” she huffed, angrily.
He licked his fingers and dabbled spit on his cock and tried again.
It still wasn’t smooth, by any stretch of the imagination, but he spread her open on his monster, causing her to squeeze her eyes closed and unconsciously drop her jaw open.
“Oh, God!” she complained.
“Take it all, you greedy fucking bitch,” he heaved as he buried himself into her bum.
“Fuck you, so much!” she said, rolling her eyes, again.
The pain subsided quickly and Karen found herself furiously rubbing her clit as Drew pulled against her hips and rammed deep into her ass, invading her inch-by-inch. His angry fuck-heat felt wonderful inside her ass. Her cunt dripped with lust as she fingered herself to a glorious orgasm.
“Fuck me,” she surrendered. “Oh, God, fucking take me, harder.”
Outside, Gunner beat himself into a furious, frenzy, his baby-soft, hairless abs turning pink as he looked into her eyes.
Drew rammed home like a piston in a drum, banging her hard enough to see lights.
“Yeah, baby bro!” he shouted to his brother.
“Shut your goddamned mouth and take my ass!” She said.
He slapped her ass hard enough to leave a hand-print, causing her to yelp with a sound that made her embarrassed of herself. He leaned over her back, grabbing her by the throat and forcing her back to arch.
“The fuck did you say?” He roared in her ear.
“Shut the fuck up,” she hissed, again, more turned on than ever. Peering angrily out the window, she could see that Gunner was finishing, his eyes squeezing as his
“What you say?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I said – shut – your – goddamned – pie-hole – and fuck – me – you – backwoods – mother – fucker!”
He slammed his whole length into her so hard, the steel desk screeched against the floor.
“Jesus Christ, Drew,” she wailed. “You’re a damned animal!”
“I’m cumming, Karen,” he announced. “Where do you want Big Hoss to finish?”
“Right in there,” she said. “I want to feel you climax in my asshole.”
Fuck you, she mouthed at Gunner, but that only made him stroke himself harder, giving them both the finger.
She came a second time as Drew bust his nut inside her ass.