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"Who is it?" she barked into the speakers.
"Dan Simmons from Loval Moving Company, ma'am."
She released the talk button and pressed the button to let them up. By the time the knock on the door came, she was ready to let them have it with both barrels.
"What took you so fucking long? I thought your company was supposed to be dispatched from down the block!"
Had she not been so mad, she probably would have been terrified of the man in her doorway. He was a easily 6'5", with a clean shaven head and a dark goatee. His jaw was square and rugged looking, his cheekbones high, and his skin the color of dark chocolate, appearing black against the stark white of the hallway walls. He wore a thin cotton t-shirt stretched tight over a well muscled body that clearly benefited from manual labor, and the khaki walking shorts that stopped mid thigh seemed too small (but then again, almost anything would). His waist looked too narrow to support the rippled terrain of his abdomen and his broad, bull-like chest, although the twin tree trunks he called legs probably helped some. His well muscled thighs were as big around as her head, and his calves looked like they were moving even while he was stood still. His biceps flexed powerfully when he crossed his arms across his chest, patiently waiting for her to end her tirade.
"Ms. Caton, I'm sorry we're late. We had the wrong address," he explained when he finally had an opening. "The reservation was written with Fairfax Drive as the street name, instead of Fairfax Road. We ended up across town, and got stuck in rush hour traffic trying to get back."
"Well, shithead," she snarled, "It's not MY fault that one of YOUR idiots got it wrong, is it? Do I have to pay extra for this kind of service, or is it part of the package?" she added sarcastically.
He could tell when he was on the losing end of an argument, so he opted to just get on with the task at hand rather than wasting any more time on this abuse. Apologizing again, he stepped past her into the condo followed by two more men, both white and not quite as large, but still equally impressive. Each one was about 6' tall with close cropped blonde hair and wonderful bodies. The first was built like a football player, his chest and arms almost as big as Dan's, while the second was more tightly muscled, like a gymnast. They also wore tight white t-shirts with the company logo on the left side and khaki shorts. They both gave her tits an appreciative glance as they walked past her.
"Look, we're running behind," she snapped. "Could you guys linger a little less and get the truck loaded so we can get out of here?" She had to let these gorillas know who was boss!
Andrea had a lot of stuff, and it took several hours to get the condo emptied and the truck loaded. By the time everything was packed and secured, it was pretty late in the afternoon. Reluctantly, Dan went upstairs to discuss their options with Andrea. It was a 16 - 24 hour drive to Louisville, traffic permitting, and it was already 3:00. If they left now, stopped tonight at a motel, drove 10 hours the next day and checked into a motel again that night, they would probably arrive at there destination sometime in the afternoon on Tuesday. The alternative would be to leave early tomorrow morning, drive for 10 hours, stay in a motel, and arrive in Louisville sometime during the evening on Wednesday. The first scenario required her to pay for an additional night in a motel, but got her there the soonest.
In reality, Andrea could care less about the additional cost; she would have paid an extra $5,000 if it would get her out of this city quicker. Besides, she wasn't even paying for the move; her father was. But she wasn't going to let them off that easy. She was still steamed about them being late, and wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to break their balls.
"You guys are so fucking incompetent!" she railed. "You mean to tell me that, not only were you late, but now it's going to cost me more money just so you can meet the timeline I was quoted? Shit, the only reason we're even having this discussion is because you were too fucking stupid to find me in the first place." Dan started to interrupt, but a scathing glare from Andrea cut him off. "Give me a fucking break. I should be asking for a Goddamn discount. Fine, let's just get on with it."
Downstairs, Dan got the last laugh.
"One more thing, Ms. Caton. You'll have to ride up in the truck with Tim and me," he said, gesturing toward the football player. "We had to use the passenger seat in the van for some of your more 'delicate' things, so there's only enough room in there for Billy."
Glowering, she watched Dan climb in on the driver's side while Tim held the door propped open for her. The cab of the truck was built to hold three normal sized men, but there was no way she and the two behemoths next to her were going to fit comfortably. To make matters worse, every chance Dan got, he hit a pothole or drove over uneven pavement.
The truck was an older model, with a manual transmission that required an exaggerated action to shift. It seemed Dan needed to shift a lot, which caused him to brush Andrea's thigh and occasionally run his elbow across her chest. At first she was certain that it was intentional, but whenever she looked at him he was concentrating on the road. Similarly, if there was a particularly sharp turn or or a rough patch of road, Tim would lean into her, also brushing her thigh or rubbing his arm along the side of her tit.
