My dad owns a mechanic shop where most of the employees are men his age, at least 47. Every afternoon, I bring them food and I've noticed how they all look at me with different expressions, devouring me with their eyes. I confess that sometimes I like to play with them, to heat them up in a way I know will drive them crazy, because it's fun. I've always liked to dress in plunging necklines and short shorts, and I've never minded the stares. When I go to the shop, I dress like this on purpose just to see their reactions—and the customers' too. It's hilarious how guys much older than me drool, and some even message me offering to hang out or just "talk." It's a fucking power trip.

Last afternoon, I went to deliver some packages. Dad wasn't there, and there were only three employees—all drinking beer and covered in grease. They invited me to have a drink with them, and, you know, I accepted. I was in the mood for an adventure. And so began my downfall…

One of them, Carlos, who's about 50 and has thick arms from working so much, pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "Sit here on my lap, princess. I'm tired of just looking at you from afar." I laughed provocatively and sat down. He wasted no time: his hands, rough and calloused, moved up my thigh until they found the edge of my shorts. I just sighed and let him. The other two watched, their eyes fixed on us, and I felt like the most powerful whore in the world.

His friend, Jorge, came up behind me and started massaging my shoulders, saying, "This little girl thinks she's just teasing, doesn't she? But today we're going to give you what you're asking for." Within seconds, their hands were everywhere—one squeezing my breasts through my top, another pulling my hair back to kiss me. The beer had become an excuse, and I was wetter than a public swimming pool.

Carlos unzipped my shorts and pulled my panties aside. "Look at that dirty pussy... all sticky just because some old men touched you." Jorge already had his cock out, rubbing against my mouth. "Open up, little slut. Today you'll learn not to play with fire."

And I opened up. I let them both use me right there, in that dirty workshop, with the smell of gasoline and sweaty male in the air. One in my mouth, another in my pussy—and the third just watching and jerking off to me. I came twice before the first came on my face.

In the end, I left with shaking legs and wrinkled clothes. And guess what? The next day, I texted Carlos: "When's the next beer?"

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