***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
AUTHORS NOTE: I had a few other ideas after my first Drop the Towel story using the same theme. I'm not going to make too many stories about this, but maybe a small anthology about it.
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Before Ian left the house, he texted his friend Nick that he would be coming over with the rest of the money he owed him. He also apologized for coming so early in the morning but he had a busy day ahead of him and wanted to get this one detail out of the way before he got to them. Recently, Ian had won three thousand dollars from his bookie on a couple of college football games. The teams he picked had such longshot odds of winning, even his bookie thought was a stupid bet for him to take, but he couldn't help taking the risk. As his father used to say, "no risk, no reward." But he knew his father was talking more about taking a risk in life, not gambling, something he would never approve of.
He owed Nick a lot of money for some work he had done on his car a few months ago. He was already being given the friend's discount and was willing to take payments for it in cash. Ian was going through some money trouble at the time, some of it from his gambling, but mostly because the company he worked for cut his hours so he was being paid less these days. His car was breaking down, and he needed it to get around, especially to do some rideshare driving on the side for extra income. Nick owned an auto repair shop and helped him out with it by keeping the cost of the repairs as low as he could. Ian made his payments regularly and had $1500 left to pay him back, which Ian wanted to pay back right away before he got the urge to gamble it all away on another longshot.
When he was only a few minutes away from Nick's house he got a call from Nick and put him on the speaker so he could drive without distractions. After they said good morning to each other, Ian explained about the money he had won and wanted to pay him back what's left of what he owed him.
"Can you do this later or tomorrow?" Nick asked. "I'm not at the house right now; there was an emergency at my shop. Can you come later or tomorrow?"
"What's the emergency? It's Saturday, I thought your shop was closed on the weekends."
Nick explained how he got a call early this morning about how a couple of people had broken into the shop. They thought they cut the alarm not realizing that they actually set it off and the police came and arrested them before they got away. Now, he had to go to his shop to assess any damage they caused and file a police report.
"I'm sorry about your shop. But I'm very close to your house, can't I just leave the money in the mailbox?"
"I'd rather you didn't," said Nick. "This burglary got me spooked and I don't want to leave your money out in the open like that. But I do have a lady friend at the house right now, her name is Sandy. She was there when I got the call from the police and will be sticking around for a while. She can let you in and you can wait around until I come back. I should be back in about an hour or so."
"Now when you say 'lady friend', do you mean girlfriend?"
Nick had a little laugh. "No, Sandy is just a woman who I like to call on from time to time, that's all you need to know."
"You don't have to say any more. I think I got the picture."
Nick was known to be a big player among their group of friends. He had a new girl almost every other week, sometimes two at a time. He even had a few women around who were just friends with benefits. Ian didn't think that really worked outside of the movies, but Nick proved it was possible with the right person.
A few years ago, he became a legend with their friends when he was seeing three women at once for six months before they found out about each other. Afterwards, two of them stuck around a little longer because that's apparently how good he was with women.
"But she must be something more than just a 'lady friend' if you're letting her shower and do her laundry there."
"It was a little more complicated than that," Nick replied.
Nick explained how usually when Sandy sleeps over, she takes a quick shower, have some coffee with him and leaves. But last night while they were sleeping, Nick's basset hound, Bowser, named after the Super Mario Bros. villain, came into the bedroom and slept on Sandy's clothes that she left by the bed. When they woke up after getting the call about the break-in, they discovered how Bowser had drooled all over her clothes. Nick felt bad about what Bowser had done, so while he went off to deal with the police, he told her she could wash her clothes there and just lock the door behind her when she leaves. She had been over his place enough times that she earned his trust to be left alone at his place.
Ian completely understood how Bowser's drooling can be a nuisance. Last year, he slipped on a puddle of his saliva in Nick's kitchen and banged his head against the refrigerator. He didn't hit his head that bad, but the side of his head was sore for the rest of the day.
"Alright, I don't mind waiting around your place until you come back," said Ian.
"Cool, I'll call her now so she'll know you're coming and won't be surprised."
Ian made it to Nick's house a few minutes later. He parked on the curb in front of the house behind a blue Hyundai which he's assuming belongs to Nick's lady friend. He got out of the car, walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened, and he was stunned by the beautiful woman he was seeing. She was in her mid-twenties, about 5'8", with bright blue eyes and long, dirty blonde hair, but what surprised Ian the most was how she was standing there with a towel wrapped around her body. He could tell that she had just gotten out of the shower not long ago from how wet her hair looked and the towel looked a little damp as well. The towel was kind of short and it showed plenty of her perfect legs and plenty of her cleavage on top. He guessed she was somewhere in the high C or low D cup range.
He realized he was staring at her a little too long and forced himself to finally say something.
"Hi, you must be Sandy," said Ian.
"You must be Ian, please come in," she said, letting him walk past her before closing the door. "I have some coffee brewing, you want some?"
"I would love some. Thank you."
As soon as he came in, he was greeted by Bowser, who jumped up on Ian's legs, and he petted his head a little. The dog then went over to Sandy, who bent down to rub the back of his head with both hands.
"You're a little drool machine, but you're such a cute little doggie," she said in a cutesy tone that some people give to dogs they like.
Bowser jumped up at Sandy, putting his paws on her chest, and when it came down, he almost took her towel off. Ian got excited at the chance to see Sandy, but she quickly fixed up her towel and laughed at the situation.
"He's such a little troublemaker," she said.
"Yes, he is," said Ian.
Ian followed her to the kitchen and got a good look at her from behind. He mouthed the word 'damn' as he stared at her. He couldn't believe how lucky Nick was with women that he could get himself a girl like this to be his fuck buddy.
