The Construction Site (WMAF)

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The summer sun beat down on the construction site; a relentless haze of heat and dust swirling around the skeletal frame of the high-rise. Evan Carter wiped the sweat from his brow, his white t-shirt clinging to his broad chest as he barked orders at the crew. At 32, he was the kind of man who filled a room. 6"2', all muscle and grit, with a jawline shadowed by stubble and blue eyes that cut like steel. He'd been running sites like this for years, and he wore his authority like a second skin. No one crossed Evan. No one dared... until she showed up.

Linh Pham stepped out of the company van just after noon, a stack of blueprints tucked under one slender arm. She was a slip of a thing; barely 5 feet, with a petite frame that looked like it' would snap under a strong wind. Her black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, swaying as she navigated the uneven ground in low heels, her golden skin catching the light. Evan spotted her from across the lot, his lips twisting into a smirk. Another intern. Probably some overeager kid fresh out of school, thinking she could handle a man's world.

"Ni Hao princess!" he mocked, arrogantly.

His voice boomed over the whine of a drill. Heads turned, but Linh kept walking, her chin tilted up like she hadn't heard him. That only made his smirk widen. He strode over, boots crunching gravel, until he loomed over her just outside the trailer office. Up close, she was even smaller; her head barely reached his chest, and he couldn't resist the urge to flex his power.

"Lost already?" he drawled, crossing his arms so his biceps strained against his sleeves. "Figured someone like you wouldn't know her way around. What's your deal? Here to play dress-up or just fetch coffee?"

Linh stopped, turning to face him. Her dark eyes flicked up, sharp and unyielding, and for a second, Evan felt a jolt, like she'd seen right through him. Then her lips curved, a tight little smile that sent a shiver down Evan's spine.

"Maybe you're just too loud to hear directions." She said, her voice soft but edged with steel. "I'm here with the blueprints. You know, the ones you'd be lost without?"

Evan's smirk faltered, then hardened into something colder. He stepped closer, forcing her to tilt her head back to hold his stare.

"Cute." He said, his tone dripping with condescension. "A little Asian doll with a big mouth. Bet you're real proud of those fancy papers, huh? Too bad they don't teach you how to keep up out here."

She didn't flinch. Didn't back down. Instead, she shifted the blueprints to her hip, the movement drawing his eyes to the way her blouse hugged her slight curves.

"Guess you'll have to show me, then..." She replied, her words a quiet taunt. "Unless you're all talk."

The air between them crackled, thick with something unspoken. It was as if time was frozen. Evan's pulse kicked up, a mix of irritation and something darker, something that stirred at the sight of her standing there, so small yet so damn defiant. He leaned in, close enough that she'd feel the heat rolling off him, his voice dropping low.

"Watch yourself, sweetheart. This ain't your playground. You're in my world now." He growled.

Linh held his gaze a beat longer, then brushed past him toward the trailer, her shoulder grazing his arm. The faint scent of jasmine lingered in her wake, and Evan clenched his fists, fighting the urge to grab her and prove just how out of her depth she was. She didn't look back, but he knew she felt his eyes on her ass as they swayed, knew she'd just thrown down a gauntlet he couldn't ignore.

Inside the trailer, Linh set the blueprints on the table, her hands steady despite the way her heart pounded. She'd met guys like Evan before; big, loud, thinking they owned everything they touched. But there was something about him, something in the way he loomed and sneered, that lit a spark she couldn't quite name. Not fear. Not entirely. Flustered, hot... bothered. She smoothed her skirt, already plotting her next move.

Outside, Evan lit a cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke as he watched the trailer door. She was trouble, that one. Too fragile-looking, too mouthy. He'd break her down soon enough; show her what happened when she stepped into his game. And damn if he wasn't looking forward to it.

The site hummed with the usual chaos; hammers clanging, machinery groaning, but Evan's attention was elsewhere. Three days had passed since Linh first strutted onto his turf, and she'd been back twice since, each visit a fresh chance to test her. Today, he'd called her in over some bullshit excuse about a "design flaw" in the penthouse layout. Truth was, he just wanted her close, wanted to see that flicker in her eyes when he pushed her too far. Although he would never admit it, he also wanted to see her sexy petite body in whatever 'non-construction site' outfit she chose.

She arrived just after lunch, stepping out of the van in a skimpy navy skirt that hugged her ass and a white blouse with the top two buttons undone, teasing a glimpse of both collarbone and cleavage. Evan leaned against a stack of steel beams, arms crossed, watching her pick her way across the site. Her heels sank into the dirt, and he snorted, loud enough for her to hear.

"Nice outfit, princess!" He called, his voice cutting through the din. "What's the plan? Trip over something and cry for help?"

Linh's steps faltered, but she recovered quick, shooting him a look that could've stripped paint.

"Maybe if you built something worth walking on, I wouldn't have to." She snapped, clutching her tablet tighter.

Her cheeks flushed pink; anger, he guessed, though the way her lips parted made his gut tighten with something else that he couldn't quite place.

He pushed himself off the beams and sauntered over, towering over her as she stopped near the trailer.

"Big talk for a little thing." He said, his tone low and mocking. "What's that tablet for? Playing games while the real work happens? Bet you're just here to look slutty and fuck up my day."

Her breath caught, and for a split second, her eyes widened; flustered, caught off guard. Evan grinned, savouring it, but then she squared her shoulders, defiance snapping back into place.

"If I'm fucking up your day, maybe you're not as tough as you think," she shot back, her voice trembling just enough to betray her.

He stepped closer, close enough that she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze, her small frame dwarfed by his bulk.

"Oh, I'm plenty tough," he growled, letting his eyes rake over her, lingering on her slender legs, the way her blouse clung to her chest. "You, though? You're just a fragile little doll, aren't you? Probably break if I pushed too hard. Some foreign chink who thinks she's hot shit."

Linh's face burned now, the flush creeping down her neck, and her fingers tightened on the tablet until her knuckles whitened. She should've hated him, should've stormed off or slapped him. But something twisted low in her belly, a heat she couldn't name, sparked by the way his voice rasped, the way he loomed like he could crush her and didn't care. It was humiliating, degrading... and God help her, it sent a shiver racing up her spine.

"You're an asshole." she managed, but her words came out breathy, weaker than she'd meant.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, a faint tremor running through her, and she prayed he didn't notice. But Evan's smirk said he did. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured.

"Yeah, and you're eating it up, aren't you?" He toyed, knowing the impact of his words. "Look at you, shaking like a scared little girl. Bet you'd fold if I told you to. Dirty little foreigner..."

Her pulse hammered, loud enough she swore he'd hear it. She wanted to shove him, to wipe that smug look off his face, but her body betrayed her, a slick warmth pooling between her legs, her breath shallow as his words sank in.

"Fuck you..." she whispered, but it sounded more like a plea than a curse, and her eyes darted away, unable to hold his.

Evan chuckled, a dark, guttural sound that made her skin prickle.

"That's the spirit." He said, stepping back just enough to let her breathe, but not enough to let her escape his shadow. "Get inside and show me those plans, fucking doll. Unless you're too flustered to hold a pen straight."

Linh swallowed hard, her mouth dry, and forced her legs to move toward the trailer. Her heels clicked unevenly, her mind a mess of fury and something hotter, something that clung on to his every word even as she cursed herself for it. She didn't look back, but she felt his eyes boring into her, stripping her bare, and it took everything not to stumble.

Inside, she dropped the tablet on the table, her hands trembling as she fumbled with the screen. The air felt too thick, her skin too tight, and all she could think about was how he'd stood over her; how he'd mocked her, owned her space, and how part of her had wanted to let him. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the heat in her core to fade, but it only grew, a pulsing ache that left her dizzy.

Behind her, the trailer door creaked open. Evan's boots thudded against the floor, and she knew without looking that he was grinning; that he'd seen every crack in her armour.

"Well?" He said, voice dripping with mockery. "Don't keep me waiting, princess. Show me what you've got."

She turned, clutching the tablet like a shield, her face still flushed and her eyes glassy with a mix of shame and want. This was his game, and she was losing, but damn if it didn't feel like winning, too. Linh stood at the table, her tablet glowing with the penthouse layout, but her focus was shot. Her fingers hovered over the screen, unsteady, as Evan's presence filled the cramped space behind her. He'd shut the door after stepping inside, the click of the latch echoing like a gunshot in her ears. Now, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with that infuriating smirk - like a predator sizing up prey.

"Still waiting, doll..." He said, his voice a lazy drawl laced with venom. "What's the holdup? Too hard for you to figure out? Should've known a little brat like you'd choke under pressure."

Linh's jaw tightened, her breath catching as the words hit her like a slap. She wanted to snap back, to tell him to shove it, but her throat felt tight, her body traitorously alive under his gaze. The heat from earlier hadn't faded; it had burrowed deeper, a pulsing ache that made her shift her weight, thighs brushing together. She forced herself to tap the tablet, pulling up the revised floor plan, but her voice came out shaky when she spoke.

"Here. Th-the east wall's off by two feet. Your crew screwed it up." She said nervously.

Evan pushed off the wall, closing the distance in two strides. He loomed over her shoulder, his chest brushing her back as he peered down at the screen. She could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint tang of sweat and smoke clinging to his skin, and it made her head spin.

"My crew?" He scoffed, his breath grazing her neck. "Nah, this is on you, princess. Bet you drew it up wrong, probably too busy fluttering those lashes to measure right."

Her face flamed, a mix of fury and humiliation, and she spun to face him; too fast, too close. Their bodies nearly collided, her chest inches from his, and she had to tilt her head back to glare up at him.

"I don't flutter anything..." she hissed, but her voice cracked, betraying her.

Up close, his size overwhelmed her, broad shoulders blocking out the light, hands big enough to crush her if he wanted. And God, part of her wanted him to try.

His eyes darkened, catching the waver in her tone.

"Look at you," he murmured, stepping forward so she had to back up, her hips bumping the table. "All worked up, huh? Face red, voice shaking... pathetic. What's the matter, doll? Can't handle a real man calling you out?"

He reached out, slow and deliberate, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering too long, rough against her delicate skin.

"Bet you're wet just thinking about it." He mocked.

Linh's breath stopped, her body locking up as the crude words sank in. She should've slapped him, should've stormed out... but instead, a jolt shot straight to her core, sharp and undeniable. Her lips parted, a soft gasp slipping out before she could stop it, and her hands gripped the table edge behind her, knuckles white. She was trembling now, not just from anger. Her panties clung to her, damp and accusing, and the realisation made her flush deepen to a mortified scarlet. Evan saw it all, the gasp, the tremble, the way her eyes flickered with something desperate, and his grin turned feral.

"Holy shit..." He laughed, low and cruel. "You are, aren't you? Fucking soaked from me talking down to you. What a little slut... some tiny Asian bitch getting off on this."

"Shut up." She managed, but it came out weak, almost a whimper, and her thighs squeezed together harder, the friction only making it worse.

She hated him; hated the smug tilt of his mouth, the way he towered over her, but her body was a traitor, humming with need, every nerve alight from his words. She couldn't look away, couldn't move, pinned by his stare and her own twisted want. He didn't let up. He grabbed her chin, rough fingers tilting her face up, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Say it." He growled, his grip firm, possessive. "Tell me you like it... tell me you're a needy little chink who can't help but get herself wet when a white man tells her what's what."

His other hand landed on the table beside her, caging her in, and the sheer size of him; his bulk, his heat, made her feel small, fragile, exactly like he'd said. Linh's mind reeled, a chaotic swirl of shame and desire. Her lips trembled, words caught in her throat, and then they spilled out, barely audible.

"I--I like it Sir." The admission burned, but it set something free, too; a flood of heat that left her dizzy, her hips shifting forward unconsciously, seeking pressure she wouldn't admit she craved.

"Sir?" Evan's laugh was triumphant, repeating what she'd muttered. "Show me how much you like it then..."

He released her chin only to slide his hand down to her shoulder. He firmly pushed her down, and she didn't resist, letting her knees fall to the floor. Her knees buckled, a soft moan escaping her lips as he grabbed her hands and guided them to his crotch. The trailer seemed to shrink around them, the world narrowing to his hands, his voice, and the unbearable ache she couldn't deny. She reached up and undid his belt, before unzipping his trousers.

"Bet you've only had disappointing tiny asian cock..." He jeered. "Time to taste a real white man!"

Linh couldn't wait any longer. She tore off his trousers, his dick bulging in his white boxers. She could make out the outline of his cock, and what a glorious thing it was. As she peeled off his underwear, she couldn't help but gasp. It was an average length, probably just under 6 inches, but the girth was something else. Thick and meaty, his dick swung like a weapon.

"Beg me to taste it you fucking slut..." He commanded, goading her.

"P-please master... let this little yellow chink suck your perfect white cock!" She cried.

Without waiting, he parted her lips with his fingers and slid his cock into her mouth. It tasted glorious; a mix of flesh and a tiny drop of salty precum filled her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly, moaning like a complete whore. She took the first three inches easily but started to struggle after that.

"Take it whore!" Evan grunted.

Linh dug deep, her fingers clawing into Evan's thick thighs, as he started grinding his cock into her mouth, fucking her with his strength. His cock started hitting the back of her through, and in spite of the constant gagging, she persisted, desperate to please Evan.

"Fuck, I need to have you!" Evan growled suddenly.

He pulled his cock out of Linh's mouth, and while she clawed for air, he picked up her tiny body in one swift motion, placing her roughly on the table. Starting with her blouse, he tore it off, buttons breaking off and flying everywhere, revealing a lacy turquoise bra. Next, he grabbed her skirt and pulled it down, revealing a matching set of panties that were clearly soaked wet. Without hesitation, he grabbed them and pulled as hard as he could, ripping her panties into two pieces. He flung them across the room in a display of power.

"Fuck I need your big white cock!" Linh screamed, begging to be fucked.

Evan obliged, teasing her pussy for a few moments, wetting his tip with her own juices, before slamming his cock hard into her.

"H-holy fucking shit!" She gasped, taking all six inches.

Evan grunted, as his cock ploughed into her pussy. He started pumping rhythmically, grinding rough and hard. Linh matched his fucking, moaning and wetting herself onto his dick. He grabbed her in one hand, his whole hand covering her tiny throat. He gave it a gentle squeeze, while fucking her harder.

"Fuck..." Linh moaned, eager to please.

Her eyes rolled back as she fought the waves of pleasure that filled her body. Evan grunted as he fucked her harder.

"Tell me what you are..." He growled.

Linh knew just what to say.

"I'm yo-your fucking chink asian whore!" She squealed.

That was enough to set Evan off. He pumped and pumped and suddenly his cum flooded her pussy.

"Take it!" He roared, ropes and ropes of cum flooding her pussy.

Linh's senses had gone. No condom, but she didn't care. Feeling his thick hot seed in her felt incredible. After a few more moments, he pulled off her. They both took a few moments to recover, their heavy panting a sign of the pleasure they'd both just felt. Silence filled the room, all tension relieved. They didn't need to say anything to each other. Linh picked up her skirt and put it on, realising her panties were a lost cause. She pulled her blouse on, but again, half the buttons were missing and anyone with a brain would know what had just happened in here. But she didn't care. She had loved every second of it. She knew her ancestors were probably watching down on her, full of shame, and still the desire in her burned bright. Before she could leave, Evan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. He towered over her, but this time the air was different.

"See you tomorrow fuckdoll..." He grinned.