Another day, another four jobs. That's the unofficial motto of us telephone repairmen here in NYC. Our day consists of, seeing your foreman first thing in the morning, getting your assignments for the day, getting in the repair van and hit the road. Same routine everyday... well almost everyday.
Today started out just like almost every other day for the past 13 years that I've been in this company. Rolled up to my first job, saw the customer, fixed their phone. Picked up my next job and sure enough it was in the projects. Man, do I hate working in the projects. I pulled my van up to the front of the building, put my tool belt on, walked up to the front of the building always looking up to make sure that I don't get hit in the head with any bottles, dirty baby diapers or other assorted garbage that seems to come flying out of the windows of the projects in New York City. I had to wait by the front entrance, by the door with the bullet hole through the safety glass, for someone to open it from the inside since the doorbells are always out of order. I finally got inside the building and waited, seemingly forever, for an elevator car to arrive. Eventually I made it to my customers apartment, 8D. Before knocking on the door I checked my sheet for the customers name, Tamika Jones. I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Telephone company" I replied.
"Give me one minute I have to get dressed"
I waited for a very short while before the door opened. Before I could give my standard telephone company greeting I had to pause because before me was an absolutely beautiful young black woman, maybe 19 years old, wearing what appeared to be a t-shirt and nothing else. Fortunately I was able to regain my composure.
"Good Morning Miss Jones. Are you having trouble with your telephone service?"
"Yeah, I'm glad you came, the phone jack on the dining room wall is broken and doesn't work anymore."
Now typically we have to charge customers for this kind of work if they do not have a maintenance agreement with us but I made up my mind right there that there was no way I'd be able to charge such a fine young thing for the work so I made no mention of the charges at all.
"Well that shouldn't be too much of a problem to fix, why don't you show me where it is and I'll take care of it for you?"
She led me to the dining room which was more like an eat-in area of a kitchen and was also right next to the living room. As I was walking behind her I couldn't help but notice her incredibly perfect ass. It wasn't at all big, but was so round and juicy I could have taken a bite out of it right there. It didn't help that her ass cheeks were peeking out at me from below the bottom of her t-shirt.
But I am a professional, so I shook it off and gladly followed my customer. She pointed out the jack and then went into the living room and sat on the sofa directly facing me and watched television while I began to replace her wall jack. While I was working I couldn't help but sneak a peak over in her direction. She was sort of laying lengthwise on the sofa with her back up against the armrest. Her left leg, the one closest to me was straight out and her right leg was up, bent at the knee with her right foot flat on the sofa. Man was she so hot I was having a hard time paying attention to what I was doing. The second time I looked over at her I must have looked a little too hard because she caught me. She looked me right in the eye and said nothing but gave me one of those devilish smiles that caused my heartbeat to increase. As I finished up I asked her if there was anything else that I could do for her while I was there.
"Well" she said, "the phone jack in my sisters bedroom is coming loose, would you mind fixing that while you're here?"
The wheels started turning in my head as I started to think of the possibilities before me and I said.
"That shouldn't be a problem Miss Jones but I do have to tell you that for this type of work we have to charge you. I didn't charge you for the jack in the kitchen but I'll have to charge you for the repairs in the bedroom."