Kim trots off to get the man his beer. She finds him slumped on the sofa watching TV.
"Here's your beer, sir. Is there anything else you need?"
"Yeah, some peace and quiet. My friends will be over soon. I expect you to be wearing something sluttish by the time they get here."
Kim goes to change. She strips down and opens her wardrobe. She puts on some hold up stockings and check how they look in the mirror. Satisfied, she puts on her shortest skirt. So short that it shows off some thigh above the top of her hold ups. Next she puts on a crop top, followed by some heels. She hopes that underwear will not be required for the rest of the day.
She goes to find the repair man, who is still sat on the couch with his beer. She stands by the door unsure of what to do next, not wanting to interrupt him like she did the last time.
"Well don't just stand there," he says without taking his eyes off the TV. "Go and get me another beer."
Kim walks over to the fridge and gets him his beer. She saunters back in and leans over him suggestively as she hands him the beer.
"Where's my glass?" he snaps.
Kim totters back to the kitchen in her heels and fetches him a glass. On her way back to him, he crushes his empty can and throws it across the room and on to the floor. He takes the glass out of her hand and starts to pour his next beer.
"Clean that shit up, will you. I don't want my friends coming to a shit tip. What kind of house are you keeping here anyway, you filthy slattern?"
"Sorry, sir" says Kim as she moves over to pick up the empty can. She bends over at the waist to pick it up, keeping her legs straight as she slowly lowers herself down. Her short skirt rides up over her firm ass, allowing the repair man a glimpse of her beautiful pussy.
He watches her all the way as she walks past him towards the kitchen. Kim can't help but feel very sexy as she struts past to take the empty can to the bin. Just as she passes him, she hears the other can get crushed and then clank on the floor.
"You missed one." he sneers.
Kim sashays back over to the other side of the room and picks up the can in the same, sultry way as before. This time running her left hand slowly from her hip, down the back of her leg to her calf. She looks over her shoulder at him and sees that his eyes are glued to the television. Downcast, she picks up the can and strides into the kitchen whilst being studiously ignored by the repair man.