Electrician's Midnight Rooftop Pool Gangbang

The city hummed twenty-three stories below like a distant, restless animal. Elena padded barefoot across the penthouse terrace, the warm night air licking her sun-kissed skin. At twenty-two, she moved with the easy confidence of someone who knew exactly how her body looked in motion—long, sculpted legs, tight athletic ass, and full, high breasts barely contained by the tiny emerald bikini she’d chosen on purpose. Her dark hair spilled in loose waves down her back, still damp from an earlier swim.

The rooftop pool glowed an inviting turquoise, its underwater lights flickering as three men worked along the far edge. They were finishing the emergency repair after a power surge had shorted half the circuit. Elena had noticed them the moment she stepped outside: three broad-shouldered, tool-belted gods in their late twenties to early thirties, sweat gleaming on their skin under the midnight city glow.

The tallest one, Marcus, glanced up first. Thirty-one, dark hair cropped short, jaw like carved stone. His white tank clung to a powerful chest and ridged abs. Next to him knelt Jax, twenty-eight, blond, dangerous smirk, sleeves of tattoos running down both arms. Rico, the stockiest of the three at thirty, had a thick black beard and shoulders that looked like they could bench-press a truck. All three paused when they saw her.

“Evening, ma’am,” Marcus drawled, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. His eyes dragged slowly down her body, taking in the way the bikini bottoms disappeared between her firm cheeks. “Didn’t know the penthouse was occupied.”

“It’s my best friend’s place,” Elena answered, stopping at the edge of the pool deck. She stretched lazily, arms overhead, back arching so her tits lifted and the thin fabric of her top strained. “They’re in Europe. I’m house-sitting. You boys working late?”

Jax wiped his hands on a rag, eyes locked on her hardened nipples. “Gotta get these lights fixed tonight. Boss wants the pool fully operational by morning. But damn… the view just got a whole lot better.”

Rico chuckled, deep and filthy. “You always walk around dressed like sin, or are we just lucky?”

Elena’s pulse kicked up. Heat bloomed low in her belly. She’d been bored, horny, and restless for days. The sight of three hard-working, muscular men covered in sweat and confidence was like gasoline on a match.

“Maybe I saw you three out here and decided the bikini was appropriate,” she said, voice dropping. She stepped closer, letting them smell the coconut oil on her skin. “I like watching strong men use their hands.”

Marcus’s grin turned predatory. “Careful, baby. Keep talking like that and we’re gonna stop pretending we’re only here for the wiring.”

The flirtation thickened quickly. While they finished splicing wires, Elena lounged on a nearby chair, legs parted just enough to show the smooth outline of her pussy through the thin emerald fabric. She asked them questions—how long they’d been electricians, if they ever got lonely on night jobs—each one laced with double meaning. The men answered with growing boldness.

“You got a man up here taking care of that tight little body?” Jax asked, voice rough.