Panik Lounge

Early the next morning Sevika gets up to go and open up the shop, leaving you alone in bed considering you slept through all five of her alarms. Knowing you need the sleep she makes an extra effort to be quiet which irritates her because she never has to accommodate for anybody else, yet naturally she already is for you. Her inner self hatred only grows when she makes two coffees instead of one and takes them down to the workshop. Sevika doesn’t do kind, she doesn’t do nice but apparently she does for the little angel she saved…

When you finally wake up after a few hours of decent sleep you wake up, get changed into the same clothes you’ve been wearing for 3 days now and go down to the workshop. Here you had no make-up, no skin care, no toiletries. That was the first thing you needed to sort out– after coffee. 

Heading down to the main garage Sevika is somehow already a state. Oil smeared across her cheek and shirt, another white wife pleaser which does everything for her arms, hips and thighs nice and snug in her workpants with pockets all along the length of them and some sort of tool in hand… it might be a wrench. In all honesty you have no idea, mechanics aren’t your thing. You wouldn’t mind feeling those hands all over you, when your hands brushed briefly last night you could *feel* how rough they were from years of experience. Catching a glimpse of the now cold coffee sitting next to hers untouched you assume it’s for you and take a sip, lip curling at the bitterness. “Can I borrow your truck to go into town?”

Sevika’s head pops up from the hood of the car she’s working on, hair messy and untamed as her arm comes up to wipe at her face smearing a black streak of oil over her forehead… the horny part of your brain said ‘lick it off.’ No. Absolutely not. 

“No.” 

“No? Why not?” The coffee in your hand suddenly becomes a lot more interesting as you shrink into yourself a little, shoulders touching your ears as you refuse to look up. Maybe she thinks you’re too young and reckless. Any thoughts about her suddenly feel a lot more taboo and like a dream rather than a reality.  

“Don’t know your way around town- and I ain’t letting you go alone.” Then she goes back to work like she hadn’t just labelled you incapable. 

Before you can stop them your arms cross over your chest defensively. “I don’t need an escort, the town is tiny I won’t exactly get lost-”

“On the contrary you were lost in the middle of nowhere not twenty four hours ago, angel. If it’s so ‘tiny’ then walk.” Okay even with coffee in her system she is a certified grump. She would ace the being an asshole exam. 

“Well can you at least take a break so we can go? I feel naked without moisturiser and mascara.” Again, you can feel the drag of her eyes over your body, heat sparking over your skin as she takes in every inch. Every curve. Every insecurity. Every flaw. 

“Trust me angel, you’d look a lot better actually naked.” the raging heat in your belly swelled like an inferno. They way her voice dropped lower like she was confessing a sin. The butterflies in your tummy rattled the cage threatening to break out if they weren’t released soon. 

Getting coffee becomes an almost punishing task, everything Sevika does has your thigh shifting uncomfortably– which wasn’t ideal as you were commando right now. Thank the lord you wore black pants instead of anything lighter otherwise your body would’ve betrayed you and displayed your taboo need to Sevika like a turkey on a platter. Her hands were by far the worst in the best way possible. Covered in oil and grease, looking huge on the gear stick that her palm swallows whole each time she shifts gears. Her hand brushes against your thigh a couple of those times and it takes every single ounce of self control to NOT jump her right then and there in her truck. 

True to your nature you judge her music taste, because of course she listens to the rock version of careless whispers instead of the normal version. That earns you a slap on the knee which shouldn’t affect you as much as it does. When she hands you your drink -an iced pumpkin spice latte- which Sevika proceeds to tell you it tastes like shit after stealing a sip because “I brought it. I get to try it.” Even though she herself got a boring black coffee, no sugar, no milk, no cream. Your joke about it being as bitter as her earned you the death-iest of death glares to ever exist. 

If only you knew the punishment you’d be receiving for that…

Despite her permanent annoyance she does take you to the general store to get you some necessities and supplies for your stay. Buying panties and bras in front of Sevika felt oddly intimate, especially when she decided to chime in and tell you her favorite color. Red. Subconsciously you do pick out a few pairs that are red.

An hour later the two of you get back to the garage, Sevika gets back to work and you head upstairs, equipped with your pumpkin spice, to get ready for the day. Properly this time. After brushing and tying back your hair and showering again this time with your own body wash you're able to change and finally wear panties! 

It’s a win. A small win, but it’s a win. 

“I was thinking in the shower-”

“Uh oh. The pretty girl was thinkin’.”

It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes. Normally you would but you’re about to demand how things are going to be. Being bratty about it probably isn’t the best way to go.

“As I said, I was THINKING about staying here and I’m not staying for free. So I propose I help out with cleaning and organising that… horrendous office of yours.” Naturally your hand gestures towards the office door that’s slightly ajar. Paperwork is tossed everywhere, bills and invoices stained with grease. There has to be at least fifteen old coffee mugs in there breeding their own ecosystems. And you don’t even want to think about the big bucket of car parts… Why is it even in there and not the garage?

“Okay. That was surprisingly reasonable.” She mumbles, her thumb swiping over her bottom lip as if she’s debating to say what she’s about to say.

And she is. Sevika feels like a total pervert for even thinking about it. But there’s something about you that makes her feral. In the past twenty years Sevika has had a handful of hookups, and they’ve been nothing more than that. One night stands that are beneficial for both parties- usually women passing through town so that the rumor mill doesn’t start. Though there’s something about you that would break her if she were to treat you that way, like you were just a pawn in her little game. 

However she does want you– and she can clearly tell you want her. You haven’t exactly been discrete about hiding it. Eye-fucking her, pressing your thighs together, going all red when she stands a tad too close and towers over you… It’s obvious. So her idea isn’t all that bad. Except for the age gap… and the fact that there’s no chance you’ll agree.

“Cleaning and organising… and sex. That’ll eventually pay off your debt for the recovery, fuel pump and the labour.” Her voice is low, shameful as she for once refuses to meet your eyes with her beautiful grey ones. 

The expression on your face is one she would expect had she looked up to see it. Shock, that’s definitely one emotion. The other? One you weren’t expecting and quite frankly neither was Sevika… agreement. It was sad how easily you’re accepting the offer, how desperate you look as you nod and whisper a small, quiet “Okay.  

Her head whips up at the small whisper, barely audible over the hum of the loud heater in the workshop and the distant noise of the town outside these four walls. If she asked for you to repeat yourself she knew she;d get a bratty comment back about how she’s too old and can’t hear properly. She almost wishes she did because she would’ve had you over her knee for that. 

Inside you knew this was wrong. Sleeping with a woman twenty years your senior to pay off a debt instead of asking for help like any normal person would. Though the idea of getting to be with Sevika like that had all of your common sense flying out of the window like a brick out of an aeroplane. You’re sure your parents would help you out if you just asked… but right now they are the last people you want to speak to. 

Who keeps a secret like that from their child for ten years and disguises it as ‘protecting them.’ 

“How will it work? Do you uhm… have specific times in mind? Like in the evening?” Nerves flooded your speech as you asked, voice trembling with fear and something else. Excitement. 

“I’ll use you when I need it. And with the way you walk around? It’s gonna be often, angel.” You shift on your feet, cheeks flushing with heat that rivals the heat spreading between your legs. You hadn’t thought you’d been overly provocative or outwardly obvious about your need… but maybe you had. Or maybe Sevika was simply experienced and could scent you a mile away. The word ‘use’ should feel degrading and it kind of does, like you’re something she’ll discard after, which she will. Yet your pussy clearly did NOT get the same message. Each time your legs shift you can feel the slick growing wetter and wetter, soaking into the fabric of your red panties. 

The pair Sevika picked out.

“Get to work angel, you’ll know when I need you.”

The first time Sevika decides she ‘needs’ to use you is two days later when you’re definitely not looking sexy. At least you don’t think you do. In your mind you cleaning her office like a mad woman and dripping sweat is NOT sexy in the slightest. However all Sevika is seeing is you continuously bending over and showing her those thighs jiggling in those shorts she somehow convinced you to buy in mid October. 

For the past 40 minutes she’s been trying to focus on fixing this engine she’s been working on, it’s all she can do unless somebody needs a quick fix in town considering your part hasn’t been delivered yet… nor has she even ordered it yet. Fixing up and selling engines is a side hustle in the business to make extra cash as there aren't all the many people in town on top of the fact most of them have generally reliable cars. 

She’s always hated ‘Pocketful Of Sunshine’, she thought everybody did. But not you. Oh no you were singing it while wiping down the walls in her office like nobody was watching… or like everybody was watching. 

“Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me

Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh, oh-oh

Take me away

A secret place!”

With you belting out the lyrics, admittedly a little terribly, your hips swayed in time with the beat surprisingly nicely. It was a stark contrast. 

Given Sevika’s large frame her footsteps were silent as she approached you from behind, you only realised once her dirty hands settled on your hips. Heavy, grounding, controlling. Her breath ghosted over your neck, taking in the smell of that sickeningly sweet vanilla body wash you’d brought days ago. Every sick, depraved part of her took over as she dragged her tongue over your neck, feeling your pulse against her tongue. “Keep teasing me angel, and I’ll make sure you can’t walk, talk, clean for an entire week.”

Before your brain can react your body does, sagging back into her, surrendering all control like a puppet in a part of her show. Sevika murmurs some sort of praise in your ear but you’re too focused on her hands guiding you to bend over the now clean desk. Your body moves with her, folding onto the desk as she yanks at your shorts like they personally offended her. As the cool air of the workshop hits the apex between your thighs you snap back to reality, the thin fabric of your lace panties doing nothing to keep the cold out. “Sevika!! We- you- what if somebody walks in here?!”

As soon as you try to close your legs her hands pry your thighs back open, refusing to let you hide from her. It’s highly unlikely somebody will come in unannounced without enough warning– if anybody comes in at all. People usually gave her a heads up and the business was busy this time of year. “They won’t. And if they do, they'll see me eating this sweet pussy.” There was no stutter, no hesitation, no worry in her voice. That was enough for you. If you were being completely honest with yourself the thought of getting caught was… Exhilarating. 

The song had changed, it was like your phone read your mind ‘I was made for lovin’ you’ was now playing. Sevika hadn’t noticed she was too busy running her nose over the red, damp fabric that was separating her from the heaven beneath. “One leg up on the desk, angel.” Sevika mutters though her hand is already guiding your knee up onto the edge. 

As most people would expect your panties to come off next, they were already soaked from just her hands on your hips and her tongue on your neck… but they didn't come off. Instead they flattened against you as her tongue dragged over the fabric, warm and wet as Sevika sucked on the fabric to taste you. The sweet, slightly musky taste of you had her eyes rolling back. This is what she’s been dreaming about sleeping next to you every night. The brushing of the red lace over your clit elicits a needy almost pleading moan from your lips. “Sevika… pl-please…”

“Be specific angel. Tell me what you need.” That's all Sevika wants to hear. She knows you want her, you’ve been terrible at hiding it. Though you’ve never said it out loud. Sevika needed to hear you say it. 

It was hard to think of words, let alone say them aloud when Sevika was lapping at your clit, her tongue aiding the rough friction of the lace over your throbbing clit. But you force out the words, needing more than what she was giving you. “I want your mouth on me… please.”

The tear of your panties is drowned out by all the noise around you. Music blasting through the speakers, the machinery in the main workshop and the outside world. Sevika pockets the ripped lace and stuffs it into her waistband like she does with her oil rags. A decorative display of ownership. With her ironclad grip Sevika keeps you spread open nice and wide, muttering a small praise for your obedience before diving in. “Good girl.” 

The second her tongue makes contact with your clit a breaktaking gasp escapes you, the air inside your lungs stolen as she swirls her warm, wet muscle over you. Pleasure rolls through your nerve ending all over your body like a wave, strong, controlled and weakening. Your knees already feel weak with every lap and lick, her fingers so tight around your thighs you're sure you’ll be bruised in the morning. A small trophy. 

Sevika easily keeps you upright with her hold on you, holding you steady as she devours you with an intensity you’ve never felt before. She’s older, experienced and knows exactly what to do and when to do it. Alternating between firm licks, soft swirls and hard suckles on the sensitive nub. Sometimes she detours to drag her tongue though your folds, tongue dipping into your entrance to taste the sweetness straight from the source. 

Every flick of her tongue over your clit spiralled in your tummy, coiling like a spring, ready to be released. Sevika’s tongue glides through your puffy folds, sucking them into her mouth before she refocuses on that sensitive nub that feels incredible each time she lavishes it with touch. “Taste so sweet angel. So fucking sweet.” 

Her voice is muffled between your thighs as she works you higher and higher, ready to send you over the edge of the cliff. Your nails dig into the wooden desk beneath your palms leaving permanent crescent shaped marks in the mahogany. Sevika notices how much your thighs are trembling as you try to hold back your orgasm, most likely embarrassed by how quickly she’s managed to get you there. For Sevika it’s the biggest compliment, it means she’s still got it, she’s still desirable especially to somebody like you. Unable to hold it back she smirks against your pussy, lips curling as she laps up your wetness like water in a desert. 

The muscles in your thighs shake and tremble as you start to let go, incapable of holding it in any longer. Loud, uninhibited moans are torn from your throat as you let go, hidden from the outside world as ‘The Death Of Peace Of Mind’ by bad omens blares through the speakers. Sevika refuses to stop as your thighs enclose around her head, pussy gushing your sweet juices into her mouth. Your hips grind down onto her mouth, chasing the feeling as you ride the wave of ecstasy racking through your body in waves. “F-fuckkk Sevika!!” 

“That’s it, little angel. Give it all t’ me.” That little encouragement and the small vibrations against your clit prolonged your orgasm, giving Sevika everything your body had. 

Sevika only pulled back once she was positive you were finished, trembling and teary eyed as she pulled back wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. Naturally you try to turn around and face her… to do what exactly? Say ‘thank you’? This was to pay off YOUR debt, but Sevika deserved a thank you after that performance– before you can turn to face her though her hands land firmly on your hips once more. “Not goin’ anywhere just yet, angel. You think I forgot about that comment you made when we were getting coffee hm? How I’m so bitter?” 

A strangled, startled squeak of pain escapes you as her hand comes down on your bare ass cheek. Hard. Then again, and again in quick succession. With you in her grip, pressed up against the desk by her body there was nowhere to go, no escape route. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!” Your little cries are music to Sevika’s ears, maybe you’ll stop being such a brat… though if this does work she’ll miss your little jabs. 

Each time her hand comes down, alternating sides, your skin reddens like a ginger in the sun. Red, raw and already bruising a little. That’s good enough for Sevika, she knows she’s going to enjoy watching you try to clean, sit down or sleep with a sore ass. 

Little did either of you know this was just the beginning of something. Would it end like a fairytale? Or in disaster? Neither of you knew but it was happening.