My boss received a call from someone who had an electrical problem and wanted someone to come out and fix it immediately or even sooner. I was in the area so I was the bunny nominated to go and find out what the problem was.
I fronted up to the house and the door was answered by a very pretty young lady who introduced herself as Erica. I'd guess she was in her early twenties. She was also rather, ah, skimpily dressed, shall we say. Properly covered, I might add, but not the sort of clothing I'd want my daughter to wear, assuming I had one. Not that I was going to object at all. It was her house, therefore her rules. The fact that I thoroughly appreciated the view was entirely incidental.
The power problem was that the previous evening they suddenly lost power to everything except the lighting. They flicked the switches in the fuse box and the power came back on. Ten minutes later they lost it again. This happened several times before they said the hell with it and went to bed. The lights worked perfectly right through. When they tried the power this morning it came on and stayed on, but they were a little wary and wanted to know what went wrong.
Obviously they had an intermittent short somewhere and I started investigating, trying to see if I was getting any crook signals from the switches.
While I was doing the bell rang and the woman admitted another young lady. About the same age she was obviously a friend with the same taste in clothes. From the squealed greeting I took it that this was Karen. The two girls sat in the kitchen chatting away, every so often interrupting me to ask how long I'd be because they wanted to make some coffee. They didn't seem to appreciate being told it would take as long as it took.
It was a stinker of a problem but I traced the potential fault to a new air conditioner. When I opened the box switch on the outside wall I found the box half full of water. Stepping back and looking at the wall I could see water marks down the wall next to the drain-pipe. What had happened was this. There'd been heavy rain the previous night and the down-pipe was blocked somewhere. Water had backed up and overflowed, running down the wall, and over the switch box. There was a small hole on the top of the box and the rain water seeped in and when it reached a certain height it shorted the power. When the rain stopped for a while the water would seep out of the box and the short would disappear. I simply drilled a hole in the bottom of the box to expedite future water removal, if required, and filled the seepage crack on top of the box with goo to seal it.
I told Erica that the problem was fixed but that they needed to get the down-pipe unblocked. Then I sat down to fill out the invoice as Erica wanted to pay immediately. I have no objections to customers paying up on the spot.
While I was filling out the invoice the two girls were chattering away. You reckon men can be bad talking about women? That's nothing to the way women talk about men. These two were dissecting their husbands and their performance in bed. The poor bastards seemed to be lacking in all areas and the girls seemed a bit down on this.
I'd just finished off the invoice when one of them said, "What about?" and nothing else.
"Yeah, I'd try him. You?" came the reply, followed by a burst of giggles.
I looked up to see both the girls were looking at me. Surely they weren't referring to me? I mean, they were in their early twenties while I was a big beefy man in my thirties. I wasn't fat, but I was very solid. I probably weighed in heavier than the pair of them combined.
I gave Erica the invoice and ran her credit card through my reader. It came back accepted and I returned the card and scribbled paid on the invoice, thanking her for the custom.
"Thank you for coming so quickly," she said, and then both she and her friend started giggling again.
I sighed. "Listen, girls," I said, "what makes you think that either of you could handle me? Stick to playing with your husbands. It's safer."
Perhaps I shouldn't have added that bit about it being safer. They both promptly got their backs up.
"What do you mean, safer?" snapped Karen. "I'm sure we could take anything you could dish out." She then gave a disparaging look at my groin.
"Really?" I asked. "To be thinking about mucking around with me means that you're thinking of cheating on your husbands. That makes you a pair of bad girls. I would just naturally spank the pair of you before I got down to fucking you so hard you'd be walking with wobbly legs for the rest of the day."
"You'd spank us, but fuck us anyway?" asked Erica, sounding surprised.
"Of course I would. Hell's bells, woman, look in a mirror. I can honestly admit that I'd take great delight in both spanking and fucking both of you."
"Both of us together?" asked Karen.
"Of course," I repeated. "You're both here after all. I might never see you again after this so it would be my one chance and I'd have to make the most of it."
The girls looked at each other again and giggled.
"You wouldn't dare," Erica decided.
"Oh, we're playing at dares, are we? In that case, Erica, I dare you to take off Karen's clothes."
The pair of them froze, looking at each other and blushing.
"Uh-huh. I win it appears. How about you, Karen? I dare you to strip Erica."
The pair of them were now giving me irritated looks. Karen suddenly jumped to her feet.
"Fuck him," she snapped. "Stand up, Erica."
To my surprise Erica did so, blushing as she stood. Turning her head to look at me Karen lifted Erica's wisp of a skirt, grabbed her panties and pulled them right down, returning to lift Erica's skirt to show that her panties had indeed gone down.
"Mm, a start," I said, wobbling a spread hand a bit to indicate doubt.
That was enough to set Karen off. She did something at the waistband of the skirt and it slithered down of its own accord. Then she peeled Erica's top up, demonstrating that she hadn't been wearing a bra, which was what I'd suspected ever since I walked in and saw the ways her breasts bounced.
Erica was blushing and trying to cover herself while Karen was giggling away. I looked rather pointedly at Erica and said, "Well?" nodding towards Karen.
Erica actually perked up a little at that. She turned to Karen with a nasty smile and said, "Your turn."
Exactly the same events happened, with Karen standing there and blushing while Erica stripped her. I was amused to see that the first item that Erica took off Karen were her panties, lifting her skirt afterwards to show me. Then it was off with the rest of her things and I finished up with two young ladies blushing and naked.
Oddly enough, now that they were both naked, neither of them was trying to cover up, standing there and showing off what they had quite proudly. I had to admit that they both had something to be proud off. I know I liked what I saw.
I slowly circled a finger and after looking at each other they both did a slow turn around.
"Very nice," I murmured. "You do realise that after I spank you you'll have no choice as to whether I fuck you or not."
"What do you mean?" demanded Erica.
"It's perfectly simple. I'm going to spank you for being bad girls. Once you've been spanked you'll just naturally have to show me just how bad you are. What's the use of being spanked if you don't also get to be bad?"
"You do realise that the logic in that climbed out a window and jumped?" Karen told me but I just shrugged.
"Why don't the pair of you bend over the table, bottoms lifted, so I can start the spankings," I suggested.
"We haven't agreed to being spanked," snapped Karen and it was my turn to laugh.
"If you weren't agreeing then why did the pair of you get undressed? Not that I'm complaining. Seeing you naked is its own reward."
"What will the spankings be like?" Erica wanted to know and I shrugged.
"How would I know? I've never received one. You can tell me afterwards what you thought of them."
I don't know if they'd noticed but both girls' nipples were peaked and pointing at me. The whole thing about being naked in front of me and each other and the talk of both sex and a spanking was getting them aroused. Hopefully the spanking would get them even further aroused.
Once again Karen took the lead, turning around and bending over the table, sticking her bottom out in a very pert manner, almost daring me to smack it. I touched her lightly just inside her ankle.
"Legs further apart so you're nice and steady on your feet," I told her, keeping a straight face as she adjusted her stance. The fact that this further exposed her vulva never crossed my mind. I suspect it didn't cross hers, either.
"Erica," I said, pointing to the table next to Karen, and she slowly took up the same position, legs nicely parted, bum lifted and offered as a target.
"Okay," I said. "I'll just be spanking your bottoms here," rubbing my hand lightly over their cheeks. "It would be remiss of me to spank you here," my hand sliding between their legs and rubbing their vulva's, "so I'll do my best not to. Okay."
They both made little protesting sounds when I rubbed them so intimately but didn't actually tell me to back off. Neither did they try to move away from my hand. My personal thoughts at the time? I just couldn't believe that two strange women had not only stripped but were going to let me spank them. Were they really so bored that they'd let me fuck them? Surely not.
I started off by delivering one firm spank to each bottom, resulting in each young lady giving a little cry. They were also, I noticed, twisting their heads about, trying to see what was happening to the other.
