Author's Note: This story is 100% fictional and makes the author no money.
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One of the best jobs I ever had was being a custodian for a fancy timeshare condo in Santa Barbara, California.
The condo had all kinds of clientele from your average average couple looking to get away on the lower floors for a few days, all the way to celebrities who would rent out a top floor for the length of a quarantine, or just while they were vacationing.
I was one of many custodians working this building, and we worked floor rotations. One week, I had the top floor. The top floor was one of the worst floors to have because whoever rented the top floor had serious money, which meant they threw serious money or didn't mind paying the fee for making a terrible mess.
However, this particular time I got the top floor, there was only one occupant.
I had gone up to the roof to check on the AC system for the condo, and I didn't realize until I had just finished the repair that I wasn't alone.
"Oh, uh, hello," a sweet young voice said to me before I could see a face. The sun was high in the sky and terribly blinded me, as I had forgotten my sunglasses in another room. "I'm not in your way, am I?" she asked politely.
"Probably not, though I'm a little blinded at the moment," I chuckled.
I heard the lady giggle, and I put down the tool box I held in one hand and the AC filter I had in the other. I covered my eyes with one hand, and I was greeted by none other than Hailee Steinfeld, the star of Hawkeye and the voice of Vi in Arcane, two shows I just recently finished binging.
"Hi there," she said with a cute little wave, as I stood there just staring at the little beauty's perfect body. The California sun made her absolutely glow in the colorful one piece bathing suite she was wearing, no doubt sunbathing at the time.
"Huh... his," I stammered. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, miss. I just had to...."
"No, it's okay," she said, cutting me off before I could explain myself. "You were just doing your job. I'm the one up here just wasting the day away. Can I help you with anything, or are you finished?" I assumed she was mocking me, but her voice sounded so genuine.
"I'm all done, actually. But thanks, I guess."
"Well if you're all done, care to hang out for a bit with me and have a glass of lemonade?" Hailee motioned to her beach chair next to a little white table, which indeed did have a pitcher of lemonade. It looked like one of the kitchenette pitchers from the rooms.
"I really don't want to disturb you, miss, though I appreciate the offer."
"Wow," she laughed. "You're really polite for someone who turned me down twice in two minutes."
I just shrugged, not knowing how to really respond to that. "I'm not really supposed to bug the guests," I lamely explained, rubbing the back of my slightly sunburned neck.
"You're not bugging me if I'm inviting you to spend time with me. I can fill out a complaint card if that'll help."
"That will not help, Ms. Steinfeld," I said, shaking my head.
She smiled, probably because she knew I was caving, and because I knew who she was.
"So what will it be, Bryce?" she asked, reading my name off my shirt tag. "Lemonade with me, or a complaint card saying you were mean and dismissive towards me?"
"Well the lemonade, if you're forcing my hand like that," I chuckled.
"You could use a break, anyway. All hot and sweaty. Mphh!" Hailee bit her lip and looked right at my biceps that were shown off by the half-cut of my work shirt.
Hailee Steinfeld, in all of her sun kissed, tanned and toned glory, was just checking me, a red necked worker out.
"I could take my lunch break now, I guess," I said as she sat down on her long chair, but left plenty of room for me.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't have any snacks or anything up here," she said with a real contrite voice.
"You didn't know I'd be up here, obviously. It's totally fine," I told her. I had the hardest time taking my eyes off of her, especially with the way the gentle wind was tossing her hair. "That lemonade does look refreshing. You were smart to bring it up here with you if you were planning to be there for a while."
"I plan to be up here for a while. I don't get this tan by staying inside," she laughed. "Here," she said, getting onto her knees and leaning over the side of the chair to grab another red solo cup. The way she bent over, her chest pressing to the chair, gave me the most exquisite view of her tight ass.
"Fuck," I thought I said in my head, but the way she looked back at me over her shoulder told me she heard it. And she liked it.
"I have a cup for you," she said with a smile, and held it out to me. I reached for it, but she dropped it right into my lap. "Oh my gosh, I didn't know I could be that clumsy," she giggled. She reached for the cup and grazed her knuckles along the inside of my thigh as she picked it up.
"Thank you," I said slowly, making sure I didn't stutter under the gaze of her warm brown eyes.
"Here, let me pour," she offered as she picked up the pitcher with mostly melted ice cubes. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry," she said after some of the sweet and sour liquid missed my cup and hit the front tails of my shirt and soaked my lap. "I have no idea what's wrong with me today!"
"It's fine," I said, a little confused. I get what she was playing at, but why would Hailee Steinfeld play this game with me? I was just, well... me. And she was her. Why was a gorgeous star working to seduce me?
"Let's get that off of you, shall we?" Hailee suggested, putting the lemonade down and reaching forward to unbutton my shirt.
I just sat there, watching her dainty hands expertly undo all of my buttons. Once she popped the last one, she pushed the shirt off of my shoulders, leaving me in a sweaty white tank top.
"Look at those shoulders!" Hailee gushed, rubbing them like she was appraising a piece of meat. "These aren't instagram gym bro shoulders. You're a guy that does honest hard work, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said as I poured myself a cup of the lemonade. "Did you make this?" I asked as I took a long, deep sip. "This is fucking amazing. Pardon my language."
"I did make it!" she beamed proudly, taking a sip herself. "The secret is a little tiny bit of lime, and a few sprigs of mint."
"So it's like a virgin mojito?" I asked as I took another sip. "It's absolutely refreshing."
"I'm so glad you like it," she smiled again and took a sip herself. "So Bryce," she began in a rather serious sounding voice, "while I have you here, how would you feel about helping a girl out with some suntan lotion on her back?"
My eyes widened and I coughed a little around my drink, a bit of it escaping my lips and running down my chin.
Hailee was fearlessly on the hunt and lurched forward, licking the summer drink straight from the column of my neck to the corner of my mouth. My heart completely fucking stopped. "So what do you say?" The hungry, mischievous glint in her eyes said that she already knew I would do anything she'd ask of me.
"Sure," I nodded weakly.
"Okay, cool," she smiled and undid the tie on the back of her swimsuit. She turned her back to me and pulled the top down to her waist. I completely froze in place at the foot of that beach chair, because there was now one half naked Hailee Steinfeld before me, begging me to touch her. "Don't be shy," she giggled.
"You're going to give me a fucking heart attack," I mumbled quietly, but not quietly enough.
"Not yet, I hope," she playfully teased back.
I reached down and grabbed the bottle of oil. I uncapped it and poured some into my hand before applying it to her soft, warm skin.
"Oh, that's nice," she sighed, and wiggled into the chair a bit, her hands covering her tits.
I continued to rub her back, well after the oil had been properly applied. "Your skin is perfect, Hailee," I whispered, and she just hummed.
I let my hands start to wander to her lower back, right to where her bathing suite had been left, and she made no sign of stopping me or even asking me to stop. Hell, she had been trying to seduce me this who;e time.
I went for the oil a second time and worked it in my hands before asking, "Would you like me to do your legs, too?"
