The scenario played out in my mind so many times. Each time some unseen man passed me by I couldn’t help but think of it.

Them turning to work on the machine I was hiding beside and noticing me down there. Stopping and double checking to be sure they would look around, maybe blink a couple of times just to be sure they weren’t imagining things.

And then being the gruff and tumble men that they were they’d be unable to hold it in. They’d call me out and I’d stand and I’d beg them to keep their silence but their laughter would come out and so would the hunger in their eyes as they looked at me with intensity and it became clear that only one thing would satisfy them. Only one thing would keep them quiet.

Fuck I could feel their hands on my body. Could feel their lips pressing against mine as I pushed my palms into their firm chests and felt them move me to the machine. They’d take me in the best way possible for them over these machines. Bending me over them, laying me down on them, whatever gave them the best access to my body. Whatever got them inside of me as quickly as possible.

Filling me up and pounding into me. Stretching me apart and drilling me as I moaned loud enough to cut through the sounds of the machines all around us. As I drew more attention to me.

More men would come and they would take their turns, each one having his fill of me and then tapping off to leave me there for the next man who would step up and fuck me hard and fast until I screamed with satisfaction. Until I came so hard it tore through my whole body and left me knowing that this would be my new job, that nothing would ever satisfy me as much as this right here would.