Sometimes I write little snippets, sometimes they are longer. Like snapshots of life, they occur to me and I must capture them. This is one that I wanted to share because I like it. It has some weird in it, man on trans man-girl, and some regular sex. But the real story is in between like a waffle holds the butter and syrup but isn't anything without the actual waffle.
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I knocked and the door swung open, "Hello ma'am. I'm Vince from the cable company. You received a letter that we would be out to do a mandatory maintenance to your service. I have you down for this time block per the call from our office and I'm here to do the work." She swung open the door and stepped back. I was really getting tired of the same line over and over. I did twenty apartments a day of this, at least for right now. All so we could add a small device that helped reduce line noise for the whole city. It wasn't hard work, but it was grueling, boring, occasionally back breaking as we got into small places and moved things out of the way.
"I'm Julie," she said in her creaky voice. "I need to get ready for work." She walked me into the living area to the television. "I didn't have time to pull stuff out of the way. Once you have it out and you get done, just push it back where it was, okay hon? Do you know how long you'll be?"
"Yes, ma'am," I replied trying not to show my exasperation. "It won't take more than fifteen minutes to actually install the device. This access looks quick, so not much more than that."
"Good, I have to get to the diner for my shift," she said. "I leave in half an hour." Then she sashayed out of the room and had the robe off before she even hit the doorway, showing off the cottage cheese on the back of her thighs.
'Why don't I ever get the hot ones?' I thought. Ah well, I went to it. She had a bunch of stuff piled around the shelves she used as an entertainment center. I looked down behind the television and found a good spot, then just moved a few things on the bottom shelf and was able to access what I needed. I had some six inch extenders that I had precut and tipped. I pulled one out and installed the device. Then I turned on her television and went to the menu and set it up. It was fast and I finished quickly. I turned and she was sitting on a chair watching.
"All done, Vince?" she asked and stood up. As she uncrossed her legs she showed a view of her pink panties and the tops of her charcoal stockings held in place by a pink garter. She was dressed in a waitress outfit. A kind of light blue dress to mid thigh. But under it, she had on some sexy underwear. "Thanks for being so quick, hon," she said as she stepped closer. "If I wasn't already running late, I'd give you a tip." She laid her hand on my chest and gazed up at me with nothing but sex in her eyes.
I smiled, "That's not necessary, ma'am," I replied with a smile, "I'm just doing my job. Thanks for using Drewcast. We appreciate your business."
"Sure thing, hon," she said. And I fled. That was a bit much for me. It isn't that I don't like women or think I wouldn't have done something either. It was more than I thought I would. I am pretty randy usually, well, okay, always. Even with Julie, who had to be sixty or seventy, I had an erection that was making itself known with every step.
Two more places before lunch. I checked the schedule. They were up two floors. I hit the elevator.
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Lunch came and I checked my phone. One text, from my co-worker that was working the building across the street. No lunch today. She texted me regularly and I checked on her to make sure she was okay. There were not a lot of women doing this job and we men watched out for them as much as possible. And Tina, well, she was cute, once you got her out of coveralls into nice clothes and she brushed out her hair, put on makeup.
"So, did you find Mr. Right?" I asked back. It was our code phrase. Her answer determined whether I would track her down or not.
"No, I found Mr. Indifferent," she replied. It was the right answer. I relaxed. She probably had to do extra in one of the units. Like I almost had to with Julie this morning. If I'd had to move all that stuff and put it back. Wow, don't even want to think about it.
I popped into the deli and sent Tina a text, "Pastrami sandwich?" It was her favorite and we spotted the place yesterday. She was excited to try the new deli.
"Yes," came the reply. "I got behind. Trying to catch up and starving."
"Apartment number?" I asked and she sent it to me. "I'll text from outside. You can take five minutes. We'll eat."
I got a smiley face back and I ordered our lunches. We'd been doing this for a couple months now and this was our last street. These two buildings then the next and we would be done and hopefully off to better things. So, I knew what she liked. I got her one of the mini cupcakes they had for sale as well. That reminded me, her birthday was next week. Since her family was mostly gone and her "asshole boyfriend" was as well, she didn't really have many people outside of work in her life, just her sister in LA, across the country.
I zipped up to the tenth floor and stepped out. There was a balcony at the hallway end with a couple tables. I texted Tina and said, "Am here. Almost done?"
I got one of those animated smiling faces where the head nods. I never can figure these things out, but I do think they are cute when I get them. I slip the phone back in my belt and wait by the balcony. It was maybe a minute later the door opens and Tina spots me, then waves at the customer and heads to me.
I hold open the door and we move to a bench and sit looking out at the city. "Ah, goddess, it feels good to let my muscles relax," she said with a moan. She began to unwrap her sandwich and turned and looked at me. "I had a guy this morning, he had his television attached to the ceiling with the box behind it on a little platform. He had no ladder. I had to stand on a chair, a rickety, nasty smelling chair. He sat there the whole time, watching me, cackling softly. It was creepy."
I laughed and handed her the little bag with her cupcake in it. "I thought you might like a little something special since you are running behind," I said and she smiled and pulled it out. It was spice cake with cream cheese frosting. Her favorite cake.
"Aw, Vince," she said, "Thanks." Then she stretched up and pecked my cheek and we sat to eat.
"I had a lady this morning," I said, "She was like seventy. Pulled off her robe on the way to change, then spread her legs to show me her pink panties and garter belt. She told me if she wasn't running late, she'd give me a tip."
She laughed and we ate for a minute, "Vince, tell me the truth," she said. "am I too much of a tomboy? I mean, you've seen me outside work. I don't understand why Tim did that to me. And why can't I get over it, maybe find someone new to take my mind off of him?"
"No, Tina," I said carefully. "You are a beautiful woman. It is our crazy schedule. I can't find someone either. It is like this week. They took away two of our morning hours and put them in the evening. How can we date when we work until eight every night?"
"Yeah, you're probably right," she said with a sigh. "I just. You know, I haven't worn one of my dresses for two months, ever since I've been single."
"I tell you what," I said suddenly. "Your birthday is next week." Her eyes widened. I get that, mostly because I remember stuff. Stupid stuff a lot of the time, but birthdays and names, always. "Why don't we plan a night on the town? You wear a hot dress, I'll wear my good suit. We'll have a nice dinner at Tony's, then I'll see about something nice to do. We'll make it an evening."
