Stepping foot into the shop - 1.

She walks into the shop and the smell of oil and hot metal hits her. The cars gleam. The men under the hoods are built like the machines they fix. She feels it right away - she is not leaving without getting what she came for. She moves between the lifts and the tool chests. A brunette with steady eyes, she does not waste time on words. She drops to her knees on the concrete, takes the first man in her mouth, and works him slow, deep, steady. Her hands stay busy, too. She peels off one heel, then the other, and presses the bare soles of her feet against the next man's cock, sliding them along his length while her mouth never stops. She uses the balls of her feet, the arches, the toes, pressing harder when she hears him groan. The pace shifts. One mechanic takes over her mouth, another uses her feet, then they switch. She keeps going, switching between sucking and stroking with her feet until every man in the shop has had a turn. She never leaves the floor. She stays right there, on her knees between the cars, feet working as hard as her tongue, until the last man finishes and the shop falls quiet again.