Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

Brittany’s heart sank.

She just finally started work to solve one financial crisis, and now another one was looming right in front of her. And she needed the truck to get to work on Monday, to say nothing of doing the shopping as promised.

Her pink, lower lip instinctively went into a pout.

“How long? How much? I just started a new job over at the mayor’s office, and I gotta start Monday.”

“Well,” he began, scratching the side of his head, running his fingers through his short blonde hair. “Parts alone are a couple thousand,” he says reluctantly, “I mean… I know you and your ma are havin’ a rough time, so I’ll throw in the labour for free, but…” he trailed off, his eyes dipping down over her.

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“Thousands?”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, an

d went to her pocket, finally trying to count the bills, but it was nowhere near enough.

Her hands began to tremble, her eyes growing a bit wet.

How could the best day of her life, filled with such carefree spirit, end so horribly?

“Hey,” he said, looking bothered as he reached out, placing his two strong hands on her shoulders, squeezing. “We’ll work somethin’ out, don’t you worry,” he reassured. “Not like it has to be paid all at once anyhow,” he said, then peered back at his place. “C’mon, follow me,” he said, as he headed back towards the garage to head inside, where a few vehicles were parked and in various stages of repair.

She was easily led by him, though her heart felt heavy and her footsteps were a bit slow and dragged. She tucked the money away, swiping at the corner of her eyes.

“Well I wouldn’t want to make you have to wait for the money. I don’t even know when I’m getting paid next. But I need it to get to work. How unfair is that?” she pouted up at him, tears glittering in her eyes.

He led her in back, where he took some keys off the rack there. He headed over towards the back door, leading out into an alleyway where a couple vehicles were parked.

“I can loan you my car in the meantime,” he said, “to make sure you get to work and earn the bucks you need for your engine.” He smiled handsomely, trying to help her out.

A little relief filled her lungs for a second, and she smiled back at him, some of the panic disappearing in that look.

“What would you drive, then?”

He gestured back into the garage.

“I’ll just take the tow truck in the meantime,” he offered with a smile. “And… we could arrangement a payment plan for the parts. What do ya say?” he asked, hooking his thumb into his belt loop, which caused his jeans to sink a bit lower, showing off his lower abdomen in all its chiseled glory.

Brittany’s gaze fell, watching that little inch of skin get revealed, and she licked her lips subconsciously. Already she’d been with so many men, her life upended over and over again, and yet it was like a switch in her had been flicked into the on position.

Even facing dire straits and a broken truck, she couldn’t help but wonder what was just a little lower beneath his jeans.

She blinked her eyes, shaking her head from her trance, embarrassment tinting her cheeks a little. She drew in her lower lip, a thought occurred to her.

Her body had gotten her concert tickets and a job so far.

Maybe it could get her one little bit more.

“I could do a payment plan,” she said, her words coming out rich like honey, but unfamiliar and new all the same. “Maybe we could make a... private deal?”

Something about her wording, the very natural seductiveness that eked into her voice there, immediately impacted him. And while he’d been nice and generous up to then, she managed to tickle some part of him even deeper.

“What kinda private deal, Brittany?” he asked, his voice suddenly lower, huskier, quieter as he stepped in closer, looking her over unconsciously.

Her lips twitched into a smile, her eyes bashfully avoiding him.

Or perhaps she was just more interested in staring at his bulge beneath his pants, wondering what he’d feel like.