Mel, a young Italian woman in her mid-30s, had been putting off the work that needed to be done in her house for a long time, particularly in her kitchen. As a successful individual whose resources weren't being used on a partner or family of her own, she had the wherewithal to buy her own house several years back. That financial freedom was a big part of why she was single. She enjoyed being able to take care of her house, work in her garden and carry out her own routine without other people's pulling her in multiple directions.
Mel's relationship status certainly had nothing to do with her looks. She was in great shape: thin and still with a great form, particularly her ass and breasts. Her long, straight brown hair and brown eyes complemented her dark skin. She was short, maybe a few inches over 5', but there were plenty of guys who found her petite stature very attractive.
Being predominantly single through the years allowed Mel to be sexually adventurous as well. She was selective when it came to sleeping with guys, but when the right one came along, there was nothing holding her back from a new experience. In fact, on a few occasions she had been part of female-male-female threesome, though she herself never did anything with women. On some occasions, particularly when she was younger, she and her sister, Michelle, had shared a couple guys, even having a threesome together on rare instances.
Mel had never had group sex with multiple men, though she had entertained the thought of a devil's threesome from time to time. The opportunity never presented itself - at least, not in a way with which she was comfortable. That thought was running through her mind occasionally on this day while four handsome men worked on her kitchen, all of whom at some point had shamelessly checked Mel out. The house Mel had bought several years ago was in good shape overall; it just needed some upgrades, and Mel was a procrastinator. About a month ago she had finally hired a company to come out and give her entire kitchen and dining area an overhaul. At the time, she had money to spend, and the need was there.
What Mel hadn't counted on a month ago when she made the appointment was that her car would irreparably break down, forcing her to buy a new one. The purchase did a number on her savings account, which wasn't helped by the fact that she, again, forgot at what time of year her tax bill came. Adding more stress to the situation was that when the men were done with the extensive renovation of the kitchen, the bill was significantly more than she had been expecting. It turns out there was more work to be done than originally thought, and by then Mel couldn't bring the work to a halt. As soon as the contractor, a handsome, dark-skinned man in his early 40s named Charles, handed her the final bill, Mel knew immediately it was going to be a couple weeks before she could make up the difference - and even giving the man what she had would leave nothing left for her other bills.
It was a rare case of poor planning on Mel's part. Rather than write them a check that would bounce, she leveled with them right away, admitting that she thought the money would be there, but it wasn't and that she needed some time to pay them back. The contractor made no effort to hide his frustration. This girl had a month's notice, and he needed his money. One of the workers, a tall, white man in his early 30s named Jason, whispered something into Charles's ear. Charles smirked and said, "Her ass ain't worth that much."
"Are you sure about that?" Jason said back with a grin.
"Come on, guys," another worker name Matt chimed in, knowing what his colleagues were saying. "Don't embarrass the young lady like that. Show some respect." Matt was white, about 6' and athletic and in his mid-30s, like Mel.
Mel didn't hear what Jason had whispered, but it was easy to deduce from the context that it was crude and sexual. Rather than be offended or embarrassed, Mel was really turned on by what she thought may have been said. She had already fantasized a little bit about a couple of these guys' having their way with her, and now she was dwelling on that daydream. She was so turned on so quickly, in fact, that her face turned a shade of red.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Charles said as he went back to trying to decide what to do about Mel's delinquency. Mel, though, wasn't ready to move on so quickly from Matt's probable suggestion, even if it was a joke.
"Not so fast," Mel interjected. "For four handsome men like you, I'm sure I can work something out." While Mel was known for being a little awkward, she always knew how to turn on the seduction when she wanted to.
Charles laughed. "Like I said, your ass ain't worth that much. We've got mouths to feed."
"Shit," said Shane, the fourth of the group, another white guy in his early 30s with an athletic build as well, "I don't need the money that bad. I'll give up my pay for piece of that ass." The men began to stir, talking all at once so Mel couldn't really make out what they were saying. Nerves struck her as she wondered for what she had just volunteered herself; however, she quickly dismissed it. It was guy talk, and she was merely playing along with them. It wasn't something that was going to happen in real life.
