Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next.
It had been another tiring day at the office for Xanthe. Endless paper trails crossed her desk and her ear was worn out from all the constant phone calls. She was looking forward to getting home having a drink and collapsing in her brand new Jacuzzi.
She had left early that morning as a couple of big burly workmen carried their tool boxes and materials into her sixth floor city apartment. As she arrived home on the bus she noticed that the workmen’s van had already left, raising her expectations of a relaxing dip in her new toy.
After a tedious ride in the elevator she fumbled with her keys and opening the door to her apartment, number nine. As the door swung open a strange scent greeted her, an unfamiliar perfume wafted to her nose mixed with the smell of a heavy industrial glue. Xanthe stepped in the door and quietly eased it shut behind her, the faint sound of music carrying to her ears.
She placed her handbag and keys on the kitchen counter and flicked the switch which ignited her gas fire place. She turned and looked down the hallway towards her spare room where the Jacuzzi was being installed. The door was partially shut, a small crack of light breaking through. As Xanthe approached she could see a shadow move on the wall behind the door, someone was still hard at work.
With a little trepidation Xanthe gently rasped on the door with her fist and gave it a nudge opening it slowly. The faint music was now a loud roar as a figure bent over the Jacuzzi making some final adjustments in the tub. The figure stood back away from the tub, noticing the open door and Xanthe standing at the door. Xanthe was shocked to see the figure’s long flowing blonde hair and feminine figure.
“Hi there,” greeted the beautiful blonde woman. “I’m just making a few minor adjustments then it’s all yours.”
Xanthe gazed on, still a little stunned that a woman was finishing off the work on her new Jacuzzi, after all she had only seen a couple of men come into her apartment. After regaining her wits Xanthe realized that she hadn’t introduced herself and stepped into the room careful not to disturb any of the tools lying around the floor near where the woman was working.
“Hi I’m Xanthe,” met Xanthe in a warm and friendly voice. She couldn’t take her eyes of the gorgeous figure of the woman who again bent over to get into the tub. “This looks great,” Xanthe offered trying to stoke up a conversation and acknowledging the work done.
“Yeah it’s turned out really well. I must admit I found the location a little different when I arrived,” replied the blonde with her head still buried in the tub. She turned to face Xanthe, “Oh I’m sorry, my name is Jacqui.”
Xanthe smiled at Jacqui who again turned around to finish what she was doing. Xanthe stared at her gorgeous tight rear end pushing up against the little green shorts she wore as part of her work uniform. There was something alluring about this hot woman in her green shorts, button up short sleeved shirt and tan hiking boots.
The light shimmered off her long smooth sexy legs again drawing Xanthe’s eyes to her cute ass. Xanthe could feel her thong bunch up under her skirt, a subtle tingling and dampness spreading through her sex.
“So what did you find different about the location?” inquired Xanthe with an innocent tone.
Jacqui stood up, obviously satisfied with what she had been fiddling with. She was taller than Xanthe by a long way, at least five foot ten compared to Xanthe’s five foot three. She turned and smiled at Xanthe as she wiped the dust off her hands on the sides of her tight little shorts. Again Xanthe couldn’t help but admire her hot body.
“I’ve been working with the company for about three years now, and this is the first time I’ve ever had to finish a Jacuzzi in someone’s bedroom,” answered Jacqui. She crouched down and foraged for her scattered tools. “I was a little shocked when you first arrived, I sort of thought this had to be a guy’s apartment. Although the decorating is too tasteful for a man,” giggled Jacqui paying Xanthe a compliment which was graciously received.
Jacqui was referring to the spare room that she found herself working in. In the corner next to the large window with its breathtaking view of the city at night sat the new Jacuzzi. At the other end of the room was a huge kidney shaped bed. A big home theatre rested against the wall and a few sunken wardrobes finished a very neat but modern room. For an outsider it looked like an amalgam of a bedroom, living room and bathroom, but to Xanthe it was known as her “room of sin.”
“Well it’s a spare room I’ve put together with a few things in mind,” explained Xanthe watching Jacqui closely as she put away her tools and dusted herself off. The sight of Jacqui brushing her body made Xanthe feel moist; how she longed to touch her. “It serves as an entertainment room and a spare bedroom,” Xanthe said diplomatically. She didn’t want to scare Jacqui off by explaining the real purpose of the room.
“It’s an interesting concept, I sort of thought this would be the kind of room a guy would put together to entertain … how do I say … lady friends,” Jacqui laughed as she stumbled over her own words. Xanthe smiled politely in response, Jacqui wasn’t far from the truth.
“So is the Jacuzzi ready to go?” asked Xanthe trying to prolong Jacqui’s presence. She had no coherent plan on how to get intimate with the gorgeous blonde, all she knew was her inner desire was beginning to surface, making her a slave to her sexual needs.
“Actually part of my job is to fill it up and demonstrate the functions to you before I leave, so if you’ve got something to do it will take a few minutes to get set up,” offered Jacqui. She threw the taps open and water began to pour into the deep tub. “There, it usually takes about a good ten minutes to fill up the first time.”
Xanthe took Jacqui’s hint and quickly thought of how she could drag the blonde away from the Jacuzzi to continue her flirting. “You wouldn’t happen to be thirsty would you?” asked Xanthe nodding back towards the door in a gesture to get Jacqui to follow. Jacqui graciously accepted Xanthe’s offer and followed her back down the hall to the kitchen where they could still hear the water flowing.
With a cursory glance in the fridge Xanthe grasped a bottle of champagne. She popped the cork and poured two tall glasses of the effervescent liquid. Jacqui looked a little strangely at the selected drink, Xanthe quickly explaining away that she had bought it to christen the new tub. Jacqui appeared to accept that excuse and took a sip from her glass.
“Isn’t it a bit odd for a woman to be doing your kind of work?” questioned Xanthe trying to stir up a conversation and distract Jacqui from how much champagne she was drinking. Whilst Xanthe knew better than to get someone drunk so she could have her way with them, she did acknowledge that alcohol often lowered a person’s inhibitions.
“Well I am the only woman at my company, but I like to think that my boss likes the little finishing touches that I perform. You’d never get a guy to do that,” replied Jacqui. She appeared to be a very happy go lucky type of person, very comfortable in other peoples company.
“From what I’ve seen you do a very good job,” complimented Xanthe. “Another glass of champagne?” Before Jacqui could offer an answer Xanthe had topped her glass up and slid it back towards her. As a guest Jacqui felt obligated to accept although her chirpiness belied a little light headedness.
“So what do you do?” Jacqui asked taking another reluctant sip from her glass.
Xanthe stifled the urge to giggle like a school girl after a smutty thought crossed her mind. “I work in the city for a big company, pushing paper mainly, and chasing other people to get things done.”
Jacqui nodded along as Xanthe told her details about her job. Xanthe could see the champagne was having some effect. She found it hard to peal her eyes away from the trim blonde, her sparkling green eyes and supple tanned skin, Jacqui was remarkably clean considering her job and the fine dust left lying around the tub.
“I’d better go check that tub before it overflows,” interrupted Jacqui, placing her tall wine glass down and leaving the kitchen. With a devilish grin Xanthe topped up both glasses and followed Jacqui to her room of sin.
Xanthe arrived to find Jacqui shutting off the taps and testing the water with her hand. She turned and noticed Xanthe who had now snuck up behind her, looking over her shoulder into the Jacuzzi. It was a three person model which fitted snuggly in the far corner of the room. It offered an unparalleled view of the city lights and the light traffic which passed on the road across from the high-rise.
“Water’s nice,” smiled Jacqui as she repositioned herself near the large window so she could demonstrate the Jacuzzi’s functions whilst facing Xanthe. Xanthe thrust a glass of champagne towards Jacqui, who again accepted albeit reluctantly. “Anyway, when you want to start it up you …”
Xanthe was spellbound by the Jacqui’s beauty. She had flawless olive skin, wavy blonde hair and her dust covered work clothes hid what Xanthe knew would be a well honed body. It was like being caught in a silent dream, Jacqui’s mouth projected no sound and Xanthe could do no more than smile and nod along.
The fizzy bubbles of the champagne crossed Xanthe’s tongue and it all seemed so clear. Xanthe had to have Jacqui. “So I’ll be able to use it tonight?”
“Yeah there should be no problem with that. Just try not to splash too much water on the tiling, it may still need a little longer to settle,” Jacqui added. “Got company coming over to christen the new tub, have you?”
With a wink in reply Xanthe knew that the alcohol must be getting to Jacqui. After a moment to review what she had said Xanthe could see Jacqui’s demeanor change a little, obviously embarrassed that she had made such a personal suggestion. It was the opening Xanthe was looking for.
“Well I was kind of hoping that I’d have some company to join me in the new tub. They could help me drink the rest of this champagne as well,” beamed Xanthe. It was her warm inviting voice together with her disarming body language which has so often worked like a charm. Xanthe could see Jacqui processing her statement and trying to reconcile what was being inferred with the situation she found herself in.
