Test Drive (Watchers Crew)

by Johnson, Ines

  I looked at the card that Hawk had given me. It sat in my cup holder. Just the sight of that small piece of paper made me rub my legs together. The name in gothic letters, “Watchers Crew Auto and Body,” made my heart pound just like when they were all watching me get fingered straight into bliss.

  My phone rang causing me to drop the card. Jerry’s face popped up on the caller ID. I stared at his face while the phone continued to ring. Jerry wasn’t unattractive. He looked like the math major he was, the accountant he was destined to become.

  Jerry had kissed me plenty of times. The sight of his face didn’t kick up my heartbeat like that piece of paper sitting in my cup holder. Jerry had never put his hands down my panties either. Did I want Jerry to put his hands down my panties?

  I hit the Accept button.

  “Hey Jer.”

  “Jer?”

  Jerry was short for Jeremiah. I noticed during the holidays when I spent time with him and his family I was the only person who called him that. He corrected everyone else with the use of his full name. I’d thought it was a pet name, only for me to call him. It never occurred to me that he might not like it.

  “Sorry,” I said. “What’s up? I thought you were in class.”

  “On a break. Just wanted to check in about this weekend. I was wondering if you’d mind us taking your car? I’ve gotta put mine in the shop and it’s not going to be repaired in time.”

  “Sure, that’s no problem. We can take my car.”

  “You’re up to date on all your scheduled maintenance?”

  I was about to answer when he huffed a laugh.

  “What am I saying? Of course you are. You’re so responsible. It’s one of the things I like about you, Eleanor.”

  That was me, Eleanor Russell. Smart, dependable, reliable, good girl.

  “Yeah,”I said.“Well, I was just thinking about taking my car into the shop for a tune up. Just to be safe.”

  “Sounds good. Hey, I gotta get back to class. I can’t wait to see you this weekend.”

  “Yeah. Me too.”

  He disconnected.

  I put the key in the ignition and headed across town.

  Chapter Eight

  I pulled up twenty minutes later to Watchers Auto and Body. It was in a rough side of town, not too far from the race site. There were no trashcans on the street out in front of garages. Instead, a set of large green dumpsters sat at the end of the cul-de-sac I came across. Numerous cars lined driveways, many which sat on cement blocks instead of wheels.

  Where I came from there was a clear division of where you lived and where you worked. Not so in this part of town. On the opposite side of the main street it looked as though I’d stepped into an industrial zone. Body shops, hardware stores, mechanic’s signs for foreign and domestic cars beamed bright under the sun’s glare.

  I pulled up and parked on the street outside Watchers Auto and Body. The corrugated, metal door to the garage was pulled down closed. I went up to the entrance and crossed the threshold.

  No one stood behind the service counter. The waiting chairs lined up against the wall were all empty. I heard music blaring deeper into the shop. I ventured further and came onto the work floor.

  I saw a thick pair of booted legs underneath a car. Then I saw two large figures standing in a doorway. I recognized the blonde locks of Crow leaning against the doorjamb. The dark-haired male next to him was the silent watcher from the other night, the Asian whose name I still had yet to catch.

  The Asian guy turned as though he heard me approach over the blaring music. His eyes looked me up and down, slowly. I felt like wherever his eyes landed on me was a caress. He made no move to come closer. He said nothing. He leaned his body against the opposite doorjamb. With his massive body no longer obstructing my view, I saw into the room.

  A woman was splayed over a desk. Her naked ass was in the air. Her hands gripped the corners of the desk. Her head was reared back in ecstasy. She had the hugest open-mouthed grin on her face. High-pitched grunts came through her open mouth as her body jerked rhythmically. Then I saw what made her body jerk rhythmically, what put that grin on her face.

  It was Hawk.

  He had the woman’s hair wrapped around his huge paw. The other hand gripped her ass as he pummeled his bare hips into her from behind. His chest was bare. His cargo pants fell open at his hips. I saw a dark patch of curls that surrounded his huge cock. His length appeared and disappeared inside the woman’s bared cunt. I saw a purple piece of elastic at the base of his penis.

  “Take it,” he rammed into her. “You’re a dirty, little whore aren’t you, Mrs. Pettigrew.”

  “Yes. I. Am.” Mrs. Pettigrew said in time with Hawk’s brutal thrusts. “I’m a filthy slut who loves your cock in my pussy.”

  “What would your husband say if he knew I was fucking this pretty pussy?” Hawk slapped her ass.

  The crack made me jump.

  “Maybe, I should tell him?” Hawk taunted.

  “No. Please.” The please was a sigh of such pleasure that I wondered if Mrs. Pettigrew wanted her husband to find out. If she wished her husband was the one standing in the doorway instead of Hawk’s crew.

  “You don’t want me to tell him? Then suck my dick.” Hawk pulled himself from behind her and turned her around. He took her face in both hands and impaled her face on his dick.

  Mrs. Pettigrew swallowed him until her nose met his pubic hairs. I could hear her gurgling. Hawk was massive. There was no way he fit comfortably into her angular cheeks. In fact, I saw the imprint of his bulbous cockhead poking the side of her cheek.

  But she didn’t struggle. She put her hands on the base of his cock, stroking it up and down as she sucked on his thick, round head.

  Hawk slapped her hands away. “There you go again, cheating. Just like the dirty, fucking whore you are. Move your hands away. Take my whole dick.”

  He grabbed her chin. She winced. But looking further, I could tell that was not a wince of pain, her face slackened with pure pleasure.

  “Put your hand on my dick again without my permission and I’ll call your husband; tell him what a cheating, little bitch you are.”

  Mrs. Pettigrew put her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide. Hawk stuffed his dick all the way down her throat again. There was no poking into the side of her cheek. He pumped his hips down into her mouth, his dick never withdrawing more than halfway out of her mouth. She sounded like she was gargling mouthwash.

  He pumped fast and hard for a good thirty seconds. When he withdrew to the tip, Mrs. Pettigrew took a deep breath. Before she had completely exhaled, Hawk stuffed his dick in her mouth again and repeated the process. She slobbered and drooled down his massive dick. The slobber landed on her pert breasts.

  Mrs. Pettigrew put her hands between her legs and found her clit. She began that windshield wiper motion that I’d recently come to know.

  Hawk gave her hair a tug. “Get your fucking hands off your clit. Did I say you could come? Greedy little, bitch. Think you can come before me?”

  He slowed his motions, withdrawing all but the tip of his dick from her mouth, and then stuffing himself into her face until her lips touched his balls. He held her there. She squirmed and gurgled but she didn’t struggle. When he pulled out moments later she whimpered and tried to follow him. He pumped his cock with his hand once, twice, and came all over her face. His eyes wide, his grin wider.

  That’s when he looked up and saw me. His smile went even wider as he scanned down my body. He jerked a third time, this time a few droplets spilled into her mouth.

  Mrs. Pettigrew lapped the droplets up like she’d been in a desert and his semen was the first drops of water she’d received in days. After the last drop, she suckled at his cockhead. Hawk broke his gaze from mine and looked back down at her. I was finally able to look away.

  I’d watched the complete sex act without an ounce of shame. But when he caught me staring at him I felt completely humiliated.

 
; What was I thinking coming here? Shakira had tried to warn me. I’d been breakfast a couple of days ago and they’d already moved on. It was lunchtime.

  I turned to go but crashed into a big, black chest.

  Chapter Nine

  “Hey, sweet meat,” Eagle said.

  I got the impression he’d been standing behind me for a long time, watching me watch Hawk. Just like the Asian guy who’d moved over to be sure I’d see what was going on in the room.

  “I’m sorry,” I said to his chest. I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I shouldn’t have come. I’ll go.”

  “I like that you came.”

  He grinned when he said it. I was smart enough to know he’d meant it as a double entendre.

  “Did you need me to look at your car?” Eagle asked.

  “I… I…”

  “Come on,” he put his hand on the small of my back and gave me a gentle shove. “Let’s pop the hood. See what’s going on under there.”

  My focus was on the large hand at the small of my back and how good that pressure felt there after I’d watched another woman get what I’d come for. With that hand easing the pressure I hadn’t realized had built up in my core, I let him guide me back out into the main workroom.

  “I’m sorry we missed you coming in,” Eagle said. “We were working on another job.”

  “Yeah, I saw. Look, I don’t mean to bother you guys-"

  “You’re no bother at all, sweet meat. Like I said, I’m glad you came.” He grinned at me. “I was worried about you after we let you go the other night. Didn’t know if you knew your way out. We should’ve waited to make sure you got home safe. That was thoughtless of us.”

  “I got home okay.”

  “And now you’re here.” His thumb made that windshield wiper motion on my hip.

  “I am. But the scheduled maintenance on my car isn’t for another 5,000 miles. I really don’t need the work done.”

  Eagle’s thumb continued the back and forth hypnotic motion. My clit swelled in time to its tick tock. His four other fingers dug into the small of my back. “Do you want it?”

  I swallowed and tried to focus on the words coming out of his mouth. The words he said, not what he might have meant.

  “Do you want me to look under your hood?” he clarified slowly.

  His other hand rose to the other side of my hip, mimicking the same motion. All the blood in my brain rushed south.

  I nodded. “Yeah, I want you to look under my hood.”

  “Good.” Eagle’s smile was wicked, a wolf taking off his sheep’s mask.

  He pulled his hands away and crossed them over his massive chest. “You’ll have to pay up front.”

  The blood rushing back up to my head gave me a brain freeze as I snapped out of his seductive trance to witness the businessman standing before me. My purse was slung over my shoulder. I reached over to unzip it.

  Eagle stayed my hand before I could pull out my wallet. “I believe Hawk already explained our payment plan to you.”

  I swallowed. “You want a kiss?” My head was already tilting up to meet his lips.

  Eagle frowned as though I’d offered him a used piece of chewing gum. “I’m not interested in sticking my tongue in your mouth, sweet meat. Give me your panties.”

  “You want my panties?”

  “For starters. And then I’m going to part those pretty thighs of yours, spread your pussy lips, stick my tongue in your cunt, and make you come so hard you cry. After that, I’ll take a look at your car. Does that sound like a fair deal, sweet meat?”

  Crow and the Asian one came out into the workroom. They leaned against the wall as though deciding whether to look my way or back in the other room. I heard Mrs. Pettigrew climaxing amidst loud thumps of the desk. Crow looked over his shoulder and back into the room.

  Now, I’m not a competitive person by nature. But suddenly I wanted -no, needed- all of their attention on no one else but me.

  “Give me your car keys.”

  I did as Eagle said and handed over my keys. He disappeared out the door. Not five minutes later, he pulled my car onto the work floor and shut the metal gates behind him. I was shut in, trapped, with these men who had every intention of fucking me. My heart was pounding, but the last thing I wanted to do was run away.

  Eagle’s offer buzzed around in my head. But my attention was focused on the other two men I could see on the other side of the room, and the one I couldn’t. More than embarrassment, I felt jealous that that woman was getting the treatment I had come here hoping for.

  For the past couple of days I’d been dreaming of Hawk putting his hands down my panties. Hawk licking his fingers and then wanting more and putting his face between my legs. That wouldn’t be enough for him, and he’d finally have to fuck me.

  I hated that it was her that his dick was in and not me. But, even more, I hated that all their attention was on someone other than me. So, I did the only thing I could.

  When Eagle hopped out of my car, I took my panties off and handed them to him. Crow and the Asian one came into the room and sat down on a workbench in front of my car.

  Eagle did the same thing he’d done that first night. He turned my panties inside out and buried his nose in the crotch. But he didn’t lick this time. Instead, he tossed them over to Crow who caught them mid air.

  “Fucking, sweet,” said Crow who did lick the crotch area. “Take a hit, Owl.”

  Owl, formerly known as the Asian one, took my panties without a word. I saw the dampness from where I stood before Eagle. Owl wrung the crotch fabric around his fingers. He twisted until a single drip of my honey landed on his tongue.

  It was just a drop, but my mind went back to my bees. Each honeybee only produces one-twelfth a teaspoon of honey in its entire lifetime. There was more than that coming out of me now watching Owl lick the crotch of my panties.

  Hawk walked out of his office just then with Mrs. Pettigrew on his arm. He spoke to her quietly, no longer shouting at her or calling her filthy names. I watched him lead her to the door. She reached up to tug his head down, but he only offered her his cheek. Mrs. Pettigrew took what she could get and smacked her red lips against Hawk’s cheek.

  Before she turned out the door, she glanced over at me. I saw her massive chest of fake boobs rise and fall. She didn’t exactly wink at me. She raised her eyebrows as though to say, “Have fun,” and then she left.

  Hawk turned and his eyes surveyed the room. I watched him take in Crow and Owl passing my panties back and forth. I watched him take in Eagle who stood before me.

  “Hey Ellie,” Hawks said. “You came in for some servicing?”

  “Yeah,” my voice wobbled. “Like you said, my scheduled maintenance is coming up soon.”

  “Is that so?” He gave me that mischievous grin.

  It was another challenge. We both knew what the mileage on my odometer read. We both knew I wasn’t due for any maintenance for months.

  “Yeah, that’s so,” I said. “I really like my car. I want to give it the best care possible.”

  Hawk grinned wider. I’d passed this test.

  “Eagle said he’d take care of me.”

  Hawk turned to Eagle, his grin faltering.

  The side of Eagle’s mouth ticked up in a challenge of his own. “Yeah, I’m gonna take care of her.”

  They were like two birds of prey circling a juicy chunk of helpless meat.

  After a brief stand off, Hawk backed off. He smiled and clapped Eagle on the back. “You gonna give her some head?”

  “For starters,” Eagle drawled.

  There was another tense silence. I saw Hawk’s fingers clench and release Eagle’s shoulders. Then he released the man, his grin back in check. Hawk leaned into me. “Eagle’s fairly decent at giving girls head. I watched him make a girl pass out once.”

  “Twice,” Eagle corrected.

  Hawk ignored Eagle. He planted a chaste kiss on my forehead. “I’m glad you came by, Ellie.” He reached down and pulled
up my skirt. He looked back at me, grinning. “And you shaved.”

  I’d done so the morning after he’d put his fingers down my panties. I’d had to. All the hair between my legs felt like it was weighing me down after that encounter. So I got rid of it, and I felt instantly free. Now, seeing his pleased look, I was glad I’d done it.

  Hawk’s eyes were bright with excitement. “It’s gonna be even better, sweet meat. You’ll see.” He walked over to the workbench and took a seat. He grabbed my panties from Owl, balled them up in his hand and put them against his nose.

  I stood there in a room full of strong, powerful men who could have their way with me. But I wasn’t the least bit afraid. Drones, male bees, have no stinger. Their only purpose in life is to mate the queen. I felt a hum of energy coming off all these guys as they trained their eyes on me, waiting for me to open for them, to take flight so they could chase me down and be the first to mount me.

  Chapter Ten

  “Take off your shoes, sweet meat,” said Eagle. “I don’t want you to mess up your cute, little paint job.”

  I tore my eyes away from Hawk and my panties, and slipped off my flats. Eagle hefted me up onto the hood of my car. My bare ass met with cool metal.

  “Spread those pretty, thighs for me.”

  There were four sets of eyes on me. Their eagerly patient facades emboldened me. I focused on the dark set of eyes before me. This is what I’d come here for. Maybe not the guy I’d come here for. But Eagle was just as big as Hawk. Just as handsome. Just as dangerous.

  They were the same, but different. First, there were the obvious differences. Hawk was tan with tufts of dark hair. Eagle was brown with a baldhead. Both males were big, intimidating men. Hawk appeared more mischievous with his intimidation, as though he dared you to cross him. Eagle had a wariness about him, like he didn’t want to be crossed, didn’t want to be tried, but he would put anyone down who crossed the line.