I am a carpenter by trade. I usually do more specialized work such as furniture but my best friend is a contractor and I occasionally get calls from him to help out building custom fireplace mantles and trim. On one of these jobs I had come across a Ms. Jasmine Williams, a very mean and demanding lawyer, while installing a custom fireplace. She hadn't spoken to me personally, but I had noticed her being a huge bitch to some of the workers on my friend's crew. I did the job and then she slipped my mind.
About six months later my buddy called me and said there was a problem with their fireplace. I asked him what the problem was and he said there was a problem with one of the joints. I knew this was bullshit because I know my work, but he said they still owed him some money and he would pay me to go out and fix whatever minor problem they were having. I grabbed a few tools together and headed for the truck.
When I got to the home the housekeeper let me in. I headed for the back room where the fireplace was. I sat my bag down and looked over the fireplace. At first I couldn't find the problem and then I heard a voice behind me.
"I would appreciate it if you would take off your boots before coming into my house."
It was Ms. Williams. She might be a bitch, but I'd forgotten how hot she was. She is about 55 but with a body to kill for. She has shoulder length black hair and is just beautiful. Rumor was she started off as Mr. Williams' trophy wife before she went back to law school. She had on her glasses, a black leather blazer, nice white satin blouse with pearls, a tight, black leather skirt that came just above her knees, black pantyhose and nice black pumps that must have been 5" which made her a little over 6' tall.
"I'm sorry Ms. Williams, but I anticipated going back to my truck in a moment."
"Very well, but you'll be cleaning up after yourself."
"That's fine ma'am. By the way, I can't find anything wrong with your fireplace. What is it that you have a problem with?"
"I can't believe you can't see it."
She walked over and pointed to a small area of the wood that had not been stained properly. This was not my area, but my buddy's, the contractor. I figured I'd fix it and send my buddy a big bill -- that would be easier than dealing with her.
"Okay, I'm going to have to remove these two pieces and sand them and restain them. If I do that, they'll match up right. It'll take a few hours, I'll let them dry and then I'll come back tomorrow and reassemble them."
"Fine. I will be back in a little while."
With that, I watched her tight, leather covered ass walk away and then turned to my work. I was working at a pretty good pace when I heard a noise behind me. It was Ms.. Williams and she now had her hair up, her jacket undone, a few more buttons of her blouse undone and she was drinking a glass of red wine.
"I suppose I should offer you something to drink. What would you like?"
"That would be great, what do you have?"
"Water, beer, Coke and wine."
I thought about it for a second and reckoned it was almost five o'clock so I told her I'd like a beer. She turned and walked away and I again noticed how nice her ass was. I also noticed that she had a pretty killer rack, which I hadn't noticed before. In spite of the fact she was a complete bitch, I was pretty sure that when I got home I was going to be stroking my cock to images of her in my head. Just then she returned with my beer and sat on the couch across from me and crossed her legs.
"Thanks for the beer."
"Just keep working. I'm going to observe."
So I just turned around and kept working while I felt her eyes burn a hole through me. I was afraid of making a mistake that she was going to rip me a new one for and I was going to end up doing this work for free.. Then I she said something and I almost couldn't believe it.
"Take off your shirt."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, take off your shirt. I'm paying for your time, I dictate the terms."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious."
So, I shrugged and took off my t-shirt. I had been sweating so I was a little sticky, but if that is what she wanted, I figured it was less of a hassle. I figure her husband was too old to give her the wood anymore and maybe she was going to be thinking about me when she took her waterproof vibrator to the tub later and we'd be tit for tat in providing each other with masturbatory fantasies. I went back to work and when I finally had everything done for today I turned back to Ms. Williams.
"Well, that's it for today. I will be back tomorrow to re-install the pieces."
I started to get my tools together and then I picked up my t-shirt and started to put it on.