Chapter 5: Roadside Rescue
The engine made a sound Cherry had never heard before, a wet, rattling gasp like a dying animal, and then the whole car shuddered and lost power. She coaxed it to the shoulder of the highway, coasting on whatever momentum remained, and watched the needle on the temperature gauge climb past the red zone before the car gave one final, pathetic shudder and went still.
She sat there for a moment, hands still on the wheel, and let out a long breath. Two days after the fraternity house, after Chad and Marcus and all those eager brothers, she had thought the universe owed her a quiet afternoon. Instead it had given her a dead engine on a stretch of interstate with nothing but scrubland and a distant sign promising a service station at the next exit.
That sign read Big Wrench Garage, five miles ahead.
She had no cash, her credit card was maxed, and her phone was at eleven percent. She called the number painted on the billboard and a gruff voice told her a tow truck would be out in forty minutes. She spent those forty minutes sitting on the hood of her dead car, watching the sun bake the asphalt, and rehearsed the speech she would give about being a journalist on assignment, about needing just a diagnostic, about promising to wire payment the moment she got home.
The tow truck arrived driven by a man in his fifties with a thick graying beard and forearms like ropes of steel. He didn't say much. He hooked up her car, helped her into the passenger seat of the truck, and drove in silence to the garage.
Big Wrench Garage lived up to its name. It was a cavernous metal building with oil-stained concrete floors, tools scattered across heavy wooden benches, and the overwhelming smell of grease and old gasoline. Shafts of dusty afternoon light fell through grimy windows and illuminated a lifted truck parked dead center, its massive tires taller than Cherry's waist. Five more men milled around the space, all of them in various states of grime, all of them turning to watch as the tow truck rolled through the open bay door.
The driver, whose name she learned was Gus, helped her down from the cab and gestured at her car, now sitting forlornly near a bay. "Let's take a look."
Cherry followed him, heels clicking on the concrete, aware of the way the other mechanics had stopped working to watch her pass. She wore a light blue sundress today, short and breezy, with white sandals and a thin gold anklet. The dress highlighted her curves in a way that had never once failed to draw male attention, and these six men were no exception. They stared openly as she walked, and she let her hips sway just a little more than necessary.
Gus popped her hood and leaned in, and within seconds he let out a low whistle. "Timing chain," he said, straightening up. "Which on this model means the engine's likely toast. You're looking at a rebuild or a replacement. That's not a five-minute job, sweetheart."
Cherry's stomach dropped. "How much would that cost?"
Gus quoted a number that made her eyes go wide. She held up her phone with the cracked screen. "I'm a journalist. I'm between checks right now. Is there any way we could work something out?"
The men had drifted closer as she spoke. They formed a loose semicircle around her, and she caught the particular kind of silence that meant she suddenly had their full attention. A younger one with a shaved head and a tattooed sleeve wiped his hands on a rag and gave her a slow grin.
"I bet we could figure out something," he said.
The others laughed, and Gus shook his head, but he was smiling too. "Danny, don't be crude."
Cherry looked around at them. Six men: Gus, the older foreman with the beard and the patient eyes; Danny, the young one with the tattoos; a wiry man in his thirties with a mustache and thinning hair who she heard called Frank; a heavyset Black man named Roy with bright eyes and a booming laugh; a lanky kid who couldn't have been older than twenty-five named Tyler; and a silent bald giant who went by the name Moose, who had not spoken a word since she arrived but who stood at the back watching her with an intensity that made her thighs tense.
She smiled at Danny, letting her tongue touch her lower lip. "Depends on what you'd consider payment."
Danny stepped closer. "I'd say we've got a lot of hours of labor between us. When a customer can't pay in cash, sometimes we settle up in other ways." He glanced at the lifted truck at the center of the garage. "That beauty right there belongs to my cousin. We've been tuning her up for a big run this weekend. You know anything about engines, sweetheart?"
Cherry laughed. "Not a thing." She stepped past him, running her hand along the hood of the massive truck, feeling the warmth of its recently run engine beneath the paint. "But I'm a fast learner." She turned to face all of them, and she reached behind her neck to undo the button there. The sundress loosened. "What would you say if I said I could pay you in full, right now, every single one of you?"
For a long moment, the only sound was the humming of a compressor somewhere in the back. Then Roy let out a low chuckle. "Girl, you can't be serious."
"I'm very serious." Cherry pulled the dress over her head and let it fall to the floor. She wore nothing underneath except a thin pair of white cotton panties, and the sunlight caught the pale skin of her breasts and belly as she tossed her strawberry-blonde hair back. "I need my car running today. You need your hourly rate paid. Let's call it a fair trade."
The men exchanged glances. Gus rubbed his beard and shrugged. "She's got a point. We can't send her off with no car and no money." He looked her up and down with a frankness that made her heart beat faster. "But this means every guy here gets his due. You understand that?"
Cherry ran her hand down her own stomach and hooked her thumb into the waistband of her panties. "I understood that the moment I walked in." She pushed the panties down, stepped out of them, and dropped them on top of the dress. Then she pressed her hips against the side of the truck and looked at the six of them. "So who's first?"
Danny won the coin toss, or something like it, because he was already unzipping his coveralls by the time Gus nodded. He came to her with his cock already hard, thick and pale against his dark work pants, and he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto the hood of the truck. The metal was warm from the engine and smooth against her bare ass. Danny pushed her thighs apart and positioned himself between them.
"Hold on, now." Roy stepped forward with a tube of lubricant from a tool bench. He tossed it to Danny. "She ain't ready for all that yet. Don't be a savage."
Cherry laughed, reaching for the tube herself. She squeezed some into her palm and reached down to slick herself, spreading her own lips with two fingers as she worked the lube into her cunt. She was already wet, the anticipation of six men at once flooding her with heat, but the extra slickness made it easy when Danny gripped his cock and pressed the head against her.
He slid inside her in one smooth stroke, and Cherry let out a moan that echoed off the metal walls of the garage. God, she could feel every inch of him, the heat of his cock stretching her as he bottomed out against her cervix. Danny held himself there a moment, swearing under his breath.
"You're fucking tight," he grunted.
"Been a couple days," Cherry gasped. "Doesn't mean you should take it easy."
Danny grinned and pulled back until only the head remained, then slammed forward again. Cherry cried out, grabbing at the hood of the truck for purchase as he set a brutal rhythm. She could hear the other men moving around behind them, unzipping and settling in to watch, and the knowledge that they were all going to have her turned the heat at her core into a blaze.
Frank moved around to stand beside her head. He had his cock out, already hard, and he tapped it against her lips. "Open up, gorgeous."
Cherry opened her mouth, and Frank pushed inside, wrapping his hand in her strawberry-blonde hair to guide her rhythm as he fucked her face in counterpoint to Danny's thrusts below. She gagged and moaned around him, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as he pressed deep against the back of her throat. Frank wasn't as long as Danny, but he was thick in a way that strained her jaw, and she had to work to take him.
With two cocks inside her and four more waiting their turn, Cherry surrendered completely. Danny fucked her cunt with short, sharp strokes while Frank used her mouth, and she lost herself in the slap of skin and the salty taste of pre-cum. Her hips bucked to meet Danny's every thrust, and she reached down to finger her clit, feeling the ache build already.
"Don't you cum yet," Danny said through gritted teeth, his strokes speeding up. "Gotta save some for the rest."
Cherry pulled her mouth off Frank long enough to gasp. "Then get it over with, I've got all day." She took Frank back in, sucking hard, and Danny groaned as he drove into her and came with a hot flood inside her. He held himself there, pulsing, then pulled out and stepped back, breathing hard.
Roy stepped up to replace him, and he was bigger than Danny in every dimension. Cherry's eyes went wide when she saw his cock, a thick dark shaft that hung heavy against his thigh, already slick with the oil she'd smeared on her own cunt. Roy caught her look and grinned wide.
"Little girl, this might take some work."
"Don't patronize me." Cherry reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and stroking him. "I've taken bigger."
Roy laughed a deep booming laugh. "You on the anal side or the front?"
"Front first. Let me warm up."
He didn't need to be told twice. Roy positioned himself between her legs and pressed forward, and Cherry felt herself stretch impossibly as his girth pushed past her entrance. She bit her lip, breathing through the burn, and Roy moved slowly, letting her accommodate him inch by inch.
By the time he was fully seated, Cherry was panting, her eyes glazed. "Fuck," she whispered.
Roy began to move, a slow, grinding rhythm that rubbed her inner walls in ways Danny's quick strokes hadn't touched. He reached down and found her clit with a callused thumb, and the dual stimulation made her gasp. Frank had pulled out of her mouth to take a breather, and Moose stepped up in his place, wordless and enormous.
Moose was a mountain of a man, and his cock matched his size. He took a firm grip on Cherry's jaw and guided her head up, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could. Just the head made her gag, it was so thick, but Moose was patient. He fed himself into her slowly, inch by heavy inch, until her lips stretched around the base.
Roy thrust beneath her, his rhythm steady, and Moose moved above her, a slow piston motion that filled her throat completely. The twin sensations, the thick cock in her cunt and the massive one in her mouth, blurred together into a haze of pleasure. Cherry's hands clawed at the hood of the truck, nails scratching the paint.
Tyler and Frank hovered nearby, stroking themselves, waiting their turn, and the knowledge that she still had more to take only intensified the heat building in her belly. Roy grunted, his pace quickening, and Cherry felt him jerk inside her. He came with a groan, his hips driving hard one last time before he pulled out, leaving her cunt empty and aching.
Moose pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her spit. Tyler stepped in at her front, quick and eager, pushing into her cunt while Moose shifted to press his slick shaft against her asshole.
"Lube," Cherry gasped, reaching for the tube again.
Tyler grabbed it and slicked his hand, then worked the lube around Moose's cock and around Cherry's asshole until she was loose and dripping. Moose pressed forward slowly, and Cherry gasped as she felt herself stretched wider than ever. She clenched her jaw, riding the edge of pain and pleasure as his massive girth pushed its way inside her.
For a moment all three of them were still, Cherry impaled on both ends, and then they began to move together. Tyler fucked her cunt at a desperate, quick pace while Moose drove his cock into her ass with long, deep strokes that shook the lifted truck on its tires. The hood creaked beneath her.
Cherry was beyond words now, reduced to animal moans and gasps as two cocks filled her at once. Tyler came first, crying out as he flooded her with his seed, and then he pulled out and backed away. Frank replaced him, sliding into her slick cunt, and the rhythm picked up again.
Moose lasted longer. He fucked her ass with a steady, relentless pace, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place while Frank took her from the front. Cherry felt her orgasm building like a wave, unstoppable, and she let herself go with a scream that echoed across the garage.
She came hard, her whole body shuddering as her cunt clenched around Frank's cock and her ass rippled around Moose. The orgasm triggered Moose, who grunted and pulled out suddenly, spraying his cum across the small of her back in thick, hot ropes. Frank was only seconds behind, buried deep as he emptied himself inside her.
Cherry collapsed onto the hood of the truck, gasping for breath, her body slick with sweat and cum. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, and her legs trembled as she tried to find enough strength to lift her hips.
Danny stepped forward, already hard again. "That's only four of us," he said, nudging her thighs apart. "And I owe you a round two, I think."
Cherry gave him a glassy smile. "I thought you were in a hurry."
Danny laughed. "We have all day." He pushed into her cunt, slippery with the combined seed of three previous men, and began to thrust. Frank helped pull Cherry up by her hair so she could suck him again, and the cycle began anew.
They took her for hours. On the hood of the truck, bent over the fender, pressed against the bay door. Gus had his turn on a greasy workbench after he made her kneel on the concrete and clean his cock with her mouth until he shot across her tongue. Roy came again in her cunt while she sat on his lap, bouncing up and down on his thick shaft as the others watched.
By the time the sun had shifted through the grimy windows and the shadows lay long across the floor, Cherry was covered in a sticky sheen of sweat and cum. Her hair was a tangled mess, her legs barely worked, and the space between her thighs was sore in the most glorious way. She lay on her back on the hood of the truck, chest heaving, as the six men buttoned themselves up around her.
Gus handed her a bottle of water and a rag. "You weren't kidding about paying in full," he said, a note of respect in his gruff voice.
Cherry sat up, wincing, and took a long drink of water. She wiped her face and looked down at her body, at the drying streaks of white across her breasts and belly. She laughed, a warm and genuine sound.
"I told you I was good for it." She swung her legs off the truck and stood on unsteady feet. "So about my engine?"
Gus nodded. "Timing chain's shot, but I've got a used motor in the back that'll fit. We'll have you on the road by tonight." He looked her over. "Might take a few hours. You gonna have the energy to drive?"
Cherry retrieved her sundress from the floor. It was crumpled and stained, but she pulled it over her head anyway. "I'll manage." She found her panties, shrugged, and stuffed them into a pocket. "Besides, I still owe you that interview. I never did ask how long you've been running this place."
Roy laughed from across the garage. "Girl, you're asking questions now? You could've asked that before you let us run a train on you."
"I'm a professional," Cherry said with a grin, pulling out her phone and wincing at the battery bar. "I always get my story." She turned back to Gus. "But the interview can wait. You've got a deadline, and so do I."