“Do you have the Hotel number, the Emergency number, and the Security system office number?”
“Check, check and check, Mrs. Spector.”
She turned and handed me the keys to the house. “The refrigerator is well-stocked, so you can heat up or cook whatever you wish. But whatever you use, you clean it and put it away. Leave everything as it looks right now, and absolutely…”
“No overnight guests; visitors only.” I repeated the words with her. (Hell, she’d only told me five times since I got here!) “Yes Mrs. Spector, I completely understand. Your house will be in good hands this weekend.”
“Just so my wife understands that we’ll be late for our flight if we don’t leave right now! Ready, darling?” Dr. Spector called from the front door, loaded down with tote bags and matching Pullman suitcases.
“In a minute, dear,” she said brightly, then turned to me with a colder look in her eyes. “You’re a very smart girl, Samantha, but it’s not good to be too smart. Now, just follow the house rules, and I’ll make certain my neighbors enlist your services. A young college girl like yourself deserves every chance at success. You’d go further with me as a friend, rather than an enemy. I do hope you “completely understand” that.”
What the fuck was that about?! Could I help it if her old man had a taste for chocolate?
Fighting back every urge to cut her off at the knees, I gritted my teeth hard and nodded my head. Man, I hated doing that! But judging by that stern glare Mrs. Spector gave me, I realized that even though her husband gave me the job, I’d have to go through her to keep it. Finally, they were ready, and at 5:30pm exactly, they pulled out of the driveway and headed to the airport. One of the biggest three day weekends of the semester, and there I was on my very first job as a house-sitter.
My mother always said one never truly respects anything until they have to get off their ass and work for it. For this reason, since my freshman year, whatever hours I had during the summer and in between classes, I was working to make sure I had some extra money to get my school supplies and a little bit of college student fun with my friends. The tasks set before me had ranged from easy (dormitory front desk-watch) to downright disgusting (bussing cafeteria trays)! Fortunately, in my junior year, my luck changed for the better. An ill timed headache got me an appointment with our campus doctor, and a well-placed smile and glance of my big brown lovelies got me a job for Columbus Day weekend. (I never trade on my looks, but I had enough firm and tasty curves to be considered a hot piece. Guess the doc really liked what he saw!)
Since they were leaving Thursday evening and would return on Tuesday, I would have the run of the place for four days! And boy, did they ever have a place! It had a duplex setting with a huge picture window in the living room, plush carpet everywhere, a downstairs rec room with a big-screen tv, full bar and a backyard pool. We’re talking heaven on earth, here! And for the weekend, it would be all mine!
Thursday afternoon, I flew out of my last class for the day. The docs were heading out of town that night and needed to go over the house rules once more. It was a short drive from campus, which meant it was still way too far to walk, so I asked my guy-friend Glenn if he could give me a ride over. His face curled into a wicked grin, but whatever wiseass crack he was thinking of, mercifully, he kept it to himself. We reached the house at 4:30pm, and for some reason, he gave me a delicious kiss on the mouth. “For later”, he said.
“For what? You know I have to work…”
“You’ll see. It’s a surprise.” Then he winked and blew me a kiss as he drove off. Doctor Spencer helped me with my duffel and gave me a big smile as I came inside. But his wife gave me a high-nose once-over like a Queen bee inspecting one of the workers. Man, it was a good thing I wore my shorts and tank top hidden underneath my long-sleeve blouse and ankle-length skirt! I knew once they left, I could walk around the house any way I wanted, and this weekend, I fully intended to wear as little clothing as possible!
As soon as they left, I ran downstairs, kicked off my shoes and wiggled my toes in the lush carpet. Instantly I felt better and bolder, so I went to the bar and poured myself a shot glass of Stoli Vodka. It burned my throat as I downed it in one gulp, but slowly, the warming sensation spread all over my body. Taking a deep breath, I let loose with a howl of joy, threw off my blouse and skirt and began to do cartwheels all over the den.
Suddenly, my joyful stupor was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Hmph! It figures. All those brains between them, and they still forgot something.” Throwing my skirt and blouse back on, I went to answer the door. But instead of the docs, my guy-friend, Glenn, whizzed past me and slammed the door shut.
“Whew! About time! I thought they’d never leave! How many more house rules did they give you, anyway?”
“Glenn!” I shouted, “What are you doing here?!”
“That’s okay, you don’t have to thank me. You didn’t think I’d leave you all alone this weekend, did you?” Before I could stop him, Glenn bounded upstairs and gave the whole first level of the house a complete going-over. “Hmm, let’s see now…living room, bedrooms, kitchen, backyard pool…” He stopped to give me another kiss and smacked his lips. “And judging from the taste of your lip gloss, fully stocked bar! Am I right? Tell me I’m right!” he shouted, lifting me into the air and swinging me around in his arms.
“Glenn, you crazy thing! Put me down! What are you doing?”
“I thought I was helping you enjoy your weekend. Now point me to the stereo, and let’s get this party jumping!” He leaned in to kiss me again, but I dodged him this time and made him put me back on my feet.
“Now wait a minute, blonde boy! You know I can’t have anyone else stay here! I’m not allowed to have…”
