The sun blazed across the city, streets shimmering like molten glass. At 3 p.m., Rachel and Sophie faced disaster. They had borrowed Rachel’s dad’s cherry red convertible for a mall run, promising its return by 8 p.m. for his poker game. The alternator failed downtown, stranding them at Vince’s Auto Shop. The garage pulsed with life, sunlight streaming through open bay doors, chrome glinting under fluorescent buzz. Wrenches clanged against metal, a radio blasted sultry rock, and voices barked over the city’s hum. Oil and heat thickened the air, their pulses pounding.

Rachel, 19, bold and magnetic, adjusted her cropped halter top, her full chest straining the loose knot, denim shorts slung low, a red lacy thong peeking out to catch every eye. Her vanilla perfume snapped like a whip, power surging with each stolen glance, though a flicker in her green eyes questioned, How long can I command? Sophie, 21, cunning as a vixen, glided beside her, sheer mini dress clinging to her curvy figure, buttons begging to pop, a black satin thong stark beneath the fabric. Her jasmine scent wove a spell, husky voice a lure, but a glance at the shop’s chaos stirred, Do they see me, or just my skin?

No cash, four hours to fix the car, and a dad who would chain them to their rooms if caught. Their eyes locked on Vince, 49, behind the counter, wiping grease from calloused hands, his broad frame a challenge. Rachel leaned forward, cleavage spilling, red lace flashing above her shorts. “Vince, we’re in deep trouble. Save us?”

Sophie brushed a toolbox, dress slipping to tease her satin thong’s edge. “We’ll make it unforgettable.”

Vince shrugged, glancing at the shop’s sign, his name, his pride, etched in fading paint. “Car trouble? Let’s check.” His gaze snagged on Rachel’s bare midriff, Sophie’s sheer fabric, a bulge stirring in his jeans, but he kept his cool.

He popped the convertible’s hood and grunted, “Alternator’s dead. $900 fix, shop’s booked till tomorrow.” His eyes flicked to the bay doors’ bustle, a rushed job risking his shop’s name.

Rachel stepped closer, her full chest grazing the counter. “We can make a deal, something hot.”

Sophie leaned in, dress riding up to bare her thighs. “Favors, Vince. You’ll love it.”

Vince blinked, his voice flat. “Favors? Like cleaning my shop?” His tone dared them to push harder.

Rachel bent over a car hood, halter slipping to tease her nipples, shorts sliding, red lace stretched tight across her round ass, glinting in the sunlight. “Picture us on our knees, lips worshipping you.”

Sophie draped over a workbench, dress sheer, satin thong bold against her skin. “Then we grind, kiss, all for you.”

Rachel caught Sophie’s eye, a fleeting look of shared fire, their bond a quiet pulse beneath the tease. They were a team, their power intertwined.

Vince shifted, jeans tightening, his huge cock outlined. “That’s tempting, but this job’s sweat and parts. Offer more.” A wrench clattered outside, the shop’s chaos pressing closer.

Rachel tugged her halter’s knot, her ample bosom swaying. “Unwrap us, peel our clothes, we’ll drain you.”

Sophie popped a button, her curvy figure peeking through. “Our lips, our bodies, yours.”

Vince groaned, his dumb act crumbling, eyes locked on their bare skin. “Back room, now.” His hands shook, the shop’s hum a warning, someone could walk by.

They strutted to a grimy office, scarred desk, sagging couch, and a rattling fan stirring oil-stained air. The bay doors’ buzz leaked through, a reminder of risk. Rachel tossed her hair, halter gone, red thong damp, her full chest bare. “Like what you felt?”

Sophie, dress a shredded rag, black thong clinging, purred, “Ready to break?” Her jasmine scent thickened, ass swaying, a shadow passing the door catching her eye, but she smirked, Let them guess.

Vince locked the door, eyes burning, jeans tented, his voice low. “Prove it.” A flicker crossed his face, the weight of his shop’s reputation, a life built on grit, now risked for this.

Rachel dropped to her knees, her bosom bouncing, red thong tight, vanilla scent choking the air. “You’re ours now.” She unzipped him, his thick cock springing free, pulsing. Her tongue swirled, then plunged deep, gagging, spit trailing to her chest.

Sophie knelt beside her, curvy figure bare, black thong soaked. “Lost in us yet?” She licked his shaft, hands slapping Rachel’s ass, their scents blending with the room’s heat, drowning the oil stink.

Vince gripped Rachel’s chest, kneading, his fingers rough. “Fucking goddesses.”

Rachel’s red thong slid aside, his fingers teasing her wet heat, tight and warm, her climax crashing. “Yes!” Her hips bucked, lace glistening, “slutty” joy surging.

Sophie’s black thong shifted, his touch igniting her slick warmth, orgasm flooding. “Oh, shit!” Her thighs trembled, satin soaked, power blazing.

Vince’s groans deepened, hands bruising Sophie’s ass. “I’m close.” His legs quivered, the fan’s rattle swallowed by their moans.

Rachel deepthroated, throat clenching, while Sophie’s lips teased his base, fingers stroking, tongues brushing in a wet clash. Rachel’s eyes locked with Sophie’s, a spark of unity, their triumph shared. He pulled out, stroking fast, cum splashing their faces, Rachel’s lips, Sophie’s cheeks, ropes dripping to their chins, their moans eager. Rachel licked Sophie’s cheek, her warmth clenching at their win, climax spiking. Sophie grinned, cum glistening, grinding harder, orgasm flaring. “We’re unstoppable.”

They dove back, sucking him dry, lips slick with spit and heat, Rachel’s throat plunging, Sophie slurping the shaft, hands everywhere, Rachel squeezing Sophie’s skin, Sophie slapping Rachel’s curves. Vince’s climax stretched, gut wrenching, “Holy fuck!” he roared, legs twitching violently, knees buckling, sweat beading, oil and perfume stinging his nose, the room’s heat pressing like a vice. Their faces glowed, Rachel’s green eyes gleaming, Sophie’s hazel sparkling, their “slutty” joy a wildfire, yet a shiver whispered, This throne fades.

The encounter blurred, moans echoing, thongs torn, bodies slick, power surging. It faded to black, surrender and command, their agency unshaken, the undertone humming, Gods today, mortals tomorrow.

They stumbled out, clothes in tatters, the garage’s chaos snapping them back. Rachel’s red thong dangled, her chest barely covered by hands. She smirked, wiping her face.

Sophie’s dress was a twisted band, black thong slipping, curves exposed. “Best deal ever.”

Vince, dazed, pants half zipped, legs unsteady, muttered, “Sirens.” His eyes darted to the bay doors, nobody could know, his shop’s name on the line.

He dove into the repair, tools flying, lust-fueled focus, swapping the alternator by 7 p.m., convertible purring, no charge, their victory sealed. Rachel wiped sweat, pausing. Is this enough?

Vince tossed her the keys, voice rough. “Get out before I beg.”

Sophie blew a kiss. “Dream of us.” They peeled out, windows down, cackling in ruined outfits, their figures turning heads, home by 7:30 p.m., beating the poker game. Their secret burned, gods in a sunlit garage, but the undertone lingered, Youth fades, lust isn’t love, eyes may never see you.