#fergal.

after checking over the car, both of them seemed to know it was going to be a pretty hefty bill. even if one of them added some extra charges. pyotr rolled out from under the back of the car and stood up. "the engine is completely shot." fergal came out from under the hood and threw the towel over his shoulder. he started to approach them from the other side. "minimum it's going to cost you $7,000. more if you need it to be a rushed job." almost in unison, they leaned one hand against the car and then the older of the two spoke again. "we don't do payment plans either. if you can't pay in full, you're going to have to find a way to come up with the money. or..."

pyotr shook his head slowly. "tsk, tsk, tsk, only two thousand?" he clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth with every tsk. fergal then doubled down. "if you need it asap, that's not even going to cover one third. maybe not even one fourth." both of them didn't seem disappointed though. the brunet ran his hand down his overalls and squeezed his bulge, rather suggestively. "i think we can come up with something." then the dirty blond chimed in. "yeah, what's it called? a charter system?" it wasn't. "an exchange of services for services. what can you offer us aside from money?"

neither of them seemed to be able to fully pay attention to the conversation at hand. since fergal had walked over to her front, he kept gazing down at her impressive rack. pyotr, having walked up behind her, kept looking down at how good her ass looked in that dress. it didn't take much for either of them to be turned on, sadly. they were alone most of the day with a bunch of machines. they let her ramble on about some husband. the dirty blond was the first to comment, never being able to think before he speaks. "your husband sounds like a fucking prick." pyotr rolled his eyes and tried to move around so he wasn't just staring at his ass. his erection was easily noticeable though. both of theirs were. it seemed like the brunet was a little longer, but fergal's shaft was thicker. the darker haired male picked up the conversation. "if you want this to be off the books and don't have the cash, we can come up with something else." he leaned back on the car, crossing his arms over his chest. "you ain't old, miss. plus, i'm sure your body feels like as good as anyone else's. you ever traded sex for goods and services?" while he explained, fergal bit down on his bottom lip to hopefully contain his excitement. he tried to act all casual about it, but he had to open up his big mouth again. "if we can fuck you, we'll do it for free."

then the older of the two was the one to continue to conversation. although both of them were basically eating her up with their gaze. "we go down on you, you go down on us, then we fuck you. we're both clean too, so nothing to worry about there." they may be trailer park trash, but they were responsible whores.

their luck had drastically turned around. as soon as valentina walked into the auto shop, both men had given themselves a knowing look. they had some intimate bonding moments with her earlier shoots in some special magazines. now having her there with them? well, it was like their greatest fantasies were coming true. "sadly we're not, ma'am." pyotr's accent was somehow both southern and russian at the same time. fergal then continued the conversation while brushing a hand through his curls. "so do you not need it fixed? you can walk, but a pretty girl like you might get kidnapped looking like that and being all alone here." he didn't even sound like he was exaggerating. his coworker than continued. "if you don't want us to fix it, we can work something else out. if you want it cheaper, you're going to have to give us something else."