Brye Starts Back at Work
Chapter 4
Thanks to Rhapsodes Quest for editing my work. I appreciate it. All characters in the story are over 18.
The address Brye gave Jack was the house of one of her past clients, Walter Jenkins. He was a very nice old man who lived just down the street from her old house, but the services she provided to Walt had nothing to do with dog or house sitting. What she did for Walt was to service him with hand-jobs at least a couple of times a week. The old man was one of her favorite customers who had been forced onto her by her bastard father.
With Jack returning in an hour, she placed flyers in the mailboxes of former clients on the streets in and around her old neighborhood, which led her back to Walt's place. It had only taken her half an hour to drop off all twenty-five flyers. As planned, she nervously stood before Walt's front door and rang the doorbell. She was nervous because, for some reason, she was surprisingly interested in knowing how her father was doing, despite the hateful things her father had made her do. If anyone knew anything about her father, it would be Walt.
The seventy-two-year-old Walt came to the door and was surprised to see Brye. He looked the same except for a little more thinning of his gray hair, and he may have gained a pound or two.
"Brye...I thought you ran away, at least that is what your dad said?"
She chuckled at the thought of her dad bitching about her running away. She responded, "Yeah, Walt, in a way I did run away, and I am on my own now, but I am back to make some extra money."
"What...offering the same pleasures to old guys like before?"
"Well, not exactly. I am trying to get back into dog walking and house sitting," Brye explained with a hint of excitement. "Do me a favor, though, Walt. Please don't tell my dad I am in the area and looking for work; it would be our little secret!"
"I won't. Come on in," Walt said.
The place looked the same, except a bit messier. His little dog had always liked Brye and came over to greet her as if nothing had changed. She sat on the opposite side of the old couch from him, reminiscing about the times when she used to jerk him off in this very spot.
"You know, Brye, I still go to my sister's here and there and could use you to watch Molly when I'm gone. She doesn't like the car anymore and having you here at the house would greatly help me."
"Great, I'm keeping my rates the same as before."
"Oh, that sounds great, but you know I always tip you anyway," Walt said.
"I know, and I appreciate it. I can't believe I'm about to ask this, but that bastard who calls himself my father, how is he doing? Still surviving, I assume," she asked with a scowl.
"I've heard that he struggled a lot after you left and nearly lost the house, but Frank has since moved in, and they appear to be managing now."
Changing the subject, Walt said, "You know I've missed you and our meetings. Is that possible, too?"
Brye smiled as she let out a cute little giggle, "You are a dirty old man, but you were always one of my favorite customers to whom I had to give hand jobs, and you always treated me with respect. I tell you what, I might consider relieving your tensions by rubbing one out for you for $5.00 more each time I come to sit for Molly. That is, if you can keep it quiet between us."
"Oh, Brye, that would be wonderful," Walt stated, with a huge smile.
Brye pleasingly notice that Walt was getting a slight bulge in his pants just from their conversation. "I have time for one quick one now if you want?" she asked with a sly grin.
"Seriously, that would be great," Walt enthusiastically agreed.
"Is the Vaseline in the same place? "Brye asked.
"Yes."
Brye hurried to the bathroom, found the Vaseline right where it had always been, and grabbed a box of tissues. She returned to the sofa to see Walt with his pants and boxers around his ankles, lying on the couch so he could watch her petite hands do their magic. His cock was standing at half-mast being an old guy and she always liked his dick. It was thin but had good length, and she loved playing with it.
Brye started as usual, getting him completely hard first by lightly stroking his length, allowing her fingertips to graze the sides and around the head. Getting the response she had hoped for as his cock was now standing tall, she began applying the lube which she worked delicately into his shaft and balls. Walt loved it when she played with his nuts and stroked his cock, as he let her control everything. Even though the moment felt like old times when she used to service him regularly, she was now running out of time and had to increase the rhythm of her hands pumping his shaft up and down to get him to cum quickly. But even though time was of the essence, she couldn't help but to tease him by running her fingers through what little precum he could produce and tickled the head of his dick. Within minutes, Walt's hips were bouncing to the rhythm of her tempo when he finally started cumming. Being an old guy, he didn't shoot out like Jack, as his cum ran out of his cockhead in a few quick pulses. She was able keep it neatly in a little pile above his cock on his belly and when his spasms subsided, she was able to clean him up neatly.
After recovering from heavy breathing, Walt thanked her for returning to him.
"I've missed you, Brye. I'm so glad you're back."
"Me too, remember, our secret, though." Brye chided.
"Of course."
Brye took a moment to reflect and realized she could offer to relieve his tensions more often than just when she watched his dog and cared for his house. With a warm smile, she asked, "I really liked doing that. Would you like me to come on Tuesdays and Fridays again, like before?"
"Perfect," Walt said.
Walt paid her $20, the new amount, and a $5 tip. Brye pocketed the money, kissed Walt tenderly on the cheek, petted Molly, and gave Walt's happy cock a little squeeze through his trousers as she exited the house. In five minutes, Jack picked her up right on time.
"How'd it go?" Jack asked.
"Great, I even ran into a couple of my old accounts. One is a definite yes, and others will check with their spouses. One told me they were happy with their current sitter, so I guess I won't get their business back," Brye added.
"Do you need to hand out more flyers?" Jack asked.
"Probably," Brye agreed. "I'll have to expand my old territory a bit."
"You could try it by the apartment; that might help."
"Good idea," Brye replied happily.
Jack showed her the book he had purchased for the summer class. It was for a music composition class that was part of his major. He had purposefully chosen this class as a primary summer focus because it was essential to his major, and he needed to earn an A.
Once they returned home, Jack showed the bike he had stored in his garage to Brye. It was a birthday present, and he mentioned that his birthday was on April 13th. Brye's face lit up as she shared that her birthday was on April 26th, just a year later. Jack thought she could use his bike to get around, so he demonstrated how to remove the combination lock and let her ride it down the driveway and around the block while he waited. Although the seat was slightly too high for her, he could adjust it tomorrow to make it more comfortable for her.
Once inside, they quickly printed twenty-five more flyers for her to distribute around the neighborhood. However, Jack's printer would need another magenta cartridge before making more color copies, but they could always make black ones instead.
Once they were done setting up Brye with more flyers to distribute, Jack realized he had time to kill before he had to go to work.
"What do you want to do until I get ready for work in the next couple of hours?"
"How about we go back on the roof for some sun?"
"Good idea," Jack agreed.
They changed in his room, exchanging smiles while gathering their belongings before heading to the rooftop. Although the day was slightly cooler, the sun shone brightly, complemented by a refreshing breeze. After laying out their towels, they sat closely together, relishing the comforting seclusion away from nearby houses. Opting to forgo the lotion for now, they relaxed as Jack played music from his phone. They sat in peaceful silence for a short time until Brye cheerfully decided to speak up, breaking the quiet.
"Jack, what a're your roommates like?"
"Tyler currently lives in Michigan. He had a girlfriend in high school, but they broke up when he was home last summer. Tyler and Skylar were my roommates from freshman year, and we decided to get an apartment together after leaving the dorm at the end of the year. Both of their parents have more financial freedom than mine, which is why we found this place, and I'm working hard to afford it myself."
"What's Skylar like?"
"Ha, he's cool, but you could say he's a little nerdy. He loves computer games and is a computer science major. He's from Pennsylvania, near Pittsburgh, I think. Johnston...that's it. I know he's a Steelers fan."
"Girlfriend?"
"No...I think he'd rather get a new computer game than try to date," Jack said, amused.
"And no girlfriend for you either?" Brye probed. "Unless you count me?"
"No. I dated a few girls in high school, but the last one ended when we headed to different college. She's down in Dallas. Besides, I don't have the money for dating around here. In Iowa, I could probably afford a dinner at Denny's and a movie," he joked, "but things are twice as expensive here at least."
"You think they will mind me being here?" Brye queried.
"Not sure. I think Ty might be cool with it, but I'm unsure about Sky."
"Why not Sky?"
"I'm not sure, but this place feels cramped even with just one bathroom. He might believe it will be significantly worse with a girl around."
"Oh," Brye replied. "I really hope you'll consider letting me stay, at least until I can get back on my feet. Maybe they'll be open to it if I can contribute something towards food and keep cooking and cleaning?"
