All the good looks in the world did not exclude me from menial tasks like fixing the toilet or other maintenance problems. Once he knew what I did for a living I couldn't get the landlord to do shit unless I fucked him and that felt like paying extra rent.
So off to the hardware store I went to get a new shower head. There was, however, one difference between me and most woman at the hardware store. I didn't go out unless I was dressed to the nines.
The looks? Oh ya, men liked to look and look. My rule of thumb was that I could get guys stumbling over each other to help me without having to chase someone down another aisle only to hear 'that's not my section'.
And, if I happened to come across a paying customer who wanted to take me home, all the better.
The ensemble for the day was my trusty black tights and heels and barely covering my rear was a light weight, high collared leopard print jacket with only a lace bra underneath that.
Doesn't that just scream hardware store?
There was a greeter by the front door, there mainly to point you in the right direction. She was a much older woman who gave me the subtle look of disapproval of my wardrobe, knowing it wasn't meant for anything other than getting a man to tighten his nuts and install my ballcock.
"Aisle thirteen."
I could have called a plumber but they're so expensive, thought the pricey call girl, amusing myself.
I'd let the damage go for too long and now the toilet wouldn't flush and the shower head needed to be replaced. I might have done it myself but why waste the time and effort on something that I could get a horny guy to do just by asking?
I went to the plumbing aisle and went through a mock search for the proper parts and within a hardware heartbeat there was Travis, said his name tag.
"Can I help you find something?" the very cute sales associate asked.
Down at the end of the aisle where Travis came in, two other associates bumped into each other trying to beat Travis to wait on me.
"I've got bathroom problems."
His eyes were having a hell of time focusing above my shoulders and I wasn't helping him out any, suggestively moving like a runway model.
He knelt down to show me something and his view of my hemline was perfect. I always had great legs and thought, when I worked in fast food, we'd have sold even more hamburgers if we could have somehow put my legs on display at the drive thru. Clear plexiglass lower panel?
"Hard or soft spray?" he said, reminding me why we were there.
I knelt next to him, "I mostly like it hard," I suggested, "but if it starts out soft I like that too. Gives me a chance to get used to the heat."
He chuckled a little, "Well, so maybe..." and then he stopped as his mind decoded what I just said. "Well, so maybe something in between." He picked one off the shelf and put it in a basket. "This one's on sale."
"Okay, I just have to find someone to put it on the wall for me. I'm afraid I don't have those skills and I live alone." Ignoring the fact that I could hire a plumber he tried giving me a mini tutorial.
"...so using an adjustable wrench you just have to..."
My eyes were glazing over.
"...pipe tape if you need it..."
Finally, seeing that I was quickly becoming comatose he stopped talking, looked at me and said, "Well maybe I could stop by after work. It wouldn't take long."
"And the toilet too?" I said, getting greedy. "I d be glad to compensate you."
"Sure, and the toilet too."
"Oh, thank you so very much. I'm Haley by the way." I quickly scribbled my name, address and cell number on the back of his business card. He said he'd come straight from work and be there about six. I checked out and left, giving a wave to the reluctant greeter.
***
I had a regular incall scheduled at 4:30, leaving his work early on every other Thursday to fuck me before heading home. He got so excited on the drive over that he would nearly cum in his pants before I could get my dress off. I was confident I'd have plenty of time to tidy up before Travis got here.
But wouldn't you know it, this was the day when my regular decided to pledge his undying love and swore he'd leave his wife for me. This was an all too common occurrence when clients would forget that this was a business transaction and not a date. I talked him down off the romantic ledge and that left me a scant 20 minutes to get myself together.
I threw on a yellow sundress, no underwear and brushed my hair. I kept it minimal, cute and barefoot. I always felt it was important to dress for the occasion.
Travis was right on time. Without my trademark heels he towered over me, just what I was going for. Helpless damsel with funky toilet rescued by handy hunk.
He was still wearing his store vest and name tag and had a small toolbox. He kept looking at me like he couldn't believe his luck. "Do you have any preferences as to where I start?"
Actually, I did. "How about the toilet and then the shower? Follow me."
As he worked in the tank I stayed in the room, close enough for an occasional hand on his shoulder but not impeding his work. My job...
Flirt.
"So, I bet you're popular with the ladies."
"Oh, I'm kinda on the shy side, especially with real pretty girls. You know, like you."
"You think I'm pretty?" I said, playing the modesty card.
"Are you kidding? It was all any of the guys could talk about after you left the store. And then I made the mistake of telling them I was helping you and they wouldn't stop talking about it."
"Were you bragging?"
"Ya, I guess I was. I mean, you're amazing."
"Thank you, Travis. You're pretty cute yourself."
I touched the hair at the nape of his neck.
"So, how's it going?" I asked, not really caring about the toilet.
"Almost done."
"Can I get you something to drink? Beer, wine, water?"
"Wow, a beer would be great."
