Now after the initial problem with Trish and Debbie asking questions about the tapwasher job I did at Mrs Gloria Parker's house I thought I was in the clear.
Trish kept teasing me about older women, giving good "customer service" and all that. So when Kim rang a second time to request a return visit by young Nick, Trish's radar locked onto this immediately.
Like I said earlier at some point, a return visit means either you cocked the job up, or as it was in this case the lady of the house wants your cock up her....and these were pretty much the words Trish used, now feeling much bolder in her interaction with me.
It was when I got back from the second job at Kim's place, and spending a good bit of time making love to her, that Trish decided to up the ante.
"So Nick," she started late that afternoon, "how was this job at Ms Kim Jacobsen's house then. Blocked drain one day, then a return call for something else, what was it this time young man? Perhaps a leaking dishwasher connection, or was it simply a case of she needed her flange screwed huh??"
Trish was always pretty direct but she seemed to be gaining in confidence when it came to me, using more filthy lingo towards me, perhaps she saw thru me, cause she ended with this warning: "If Debbie finds out you are screwing customers on company time she's gonna fire you!!"
"Who is gonna fire who," Debbie asked as she came within earshot. Trish looked at me with some concern, then turned to Debbie and calmly said; "oh, nothing boss, we're just screwing around here."
"Well, as long as any screwing is done outside company time I don't care," Debbie grinned, as she walked out for the day, leaving Trish and me alone.
This made me feel uneasy, as usually Debbie was somewhat uptight about sexual innuendo, almost as though both Trish and Debbie knew fulwell what I had been up to.
It was when Trish walked to the front door and locked it that she jokingly said: "Just locking the door so nobody will find us doing it on the reception desk....clicking her heels together and sashaying back to her desk for good measure....unless you're too chicken that is Nicky baby"... leaving the words hanging in the air....
"Too chicken for what," I said, pretending to be engrossed in finishing off my paperwork for the day.
Trish wasn't annoyed at this at all, she just calmly stated: "Yeah, that's what I thought, too chicken to give old Red a quick screw on the reception desk huh?"
