An Original Story
All characters 18+
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I'd just climbed out of the shower when I heard the phone ringing. After a quick toweling off of my hair I wrapped the towel around my waist and padded out to the hall. Since I'd just gotten home from my summer landscaping job I hoped the call might be from a friend with something to do that evening which was why I decided to answer the phone.
"Hello," I said after hitting the talk button.
"Jake, you're home. Thank God," came the sound of my Mom's voice over the line.
"It's not for all that Mom. I sometimes do come home, you know."
"Yes I know Jake but I need a big favor so no time for smart ass comments, okay?"
"Sure, what's up Mom?" I asked while checking out my reflection in the hall mirror.
To be honest without being conceited I looked good. Since I'd started working out the previous year I'd developed some decent size to go along with the definition I'd always had from being naturally slim. Now working all day in the sun had only hardened me further as well as giving me a tan.
"Jake, your Father and I are out to dinner when you know who called me about some work."
"Angie?" I asked her.
"That's right and I need a big favor from you. It seems she lost or misplaced the file she needs to complete a project that's due tomorrow."
"Well, what do you want from me Mom? I don't know anything about the project. Besides I'm not really the type for office work," I teased her.
"Ha ha, no fooling. What I need is for you to go into my bag, the one I bring to work. I should have a disk in there with a copy of the file on it. Otherwise I'm going to have to come home and get it myself. And if I do your Father is not going to be happy with you. It's not easy to get a reservation at Le Snobisme, you know."
"No problem, I'll do it. Where's your bag?"
"It should be in the front hall Jake. Usually I just put it down when I get home unless there is some work to do that night."
"Okay Mom, I'm heading downstairs so hold on a minute."
Dripping water as I went I reached the front hall shortly after. Right there on the floor was my Mom's work bag just like she said. Once I opened it I saw that there might be a problem. There were three disks inside and none of them had any markings on them.
"Well your bag is here Mom but there are three disks and none say what they are."
There was nothing but silence on the other end of the line.
"Mom?" I asked.
"Hold on Jake, I'm thinking. I'm not sure so I'll tell you what. When Angie gets there just explain the situation and give her all three disks and let her figure it out."
"What, she's coming here! I was planning on going out tonight Mom. What time will she be here?"
"I don't know Jake. Just wait there until she comes. To be honest I'm surprised she isn't there yet. She really wants to finish that project and normally she drives like a maniac. Now with a reason I can only imagine how fast she'll be going."
"No problem. I'll wait no matter how long it takes, even if it costs me my social life."
"Oh how noble of you. Thanks and don't stay out too late. And stay out of trouble. Love you Jake."
"Don't worry Mother, I'll be good" I sarcastically replied before hanging up.
Turning I left the hall carrying the three jewel boxes and put them on the table just past the door. Before I could even reach the stairs the doorbell rang. Since I was only in a towel I was undecided on whether to hurry and put something on or get the door when two more rings came in rapid succession. Angie was living up to her reputation for impatience; that much was for sure.
Immediately I went to the front door and opened it a crack before peering out. Standing there with an annoyed expression was my Mom's boss, Angie. She was a short, thick woman who had big, black hair, fake nails, and a permanent tan with her most prominent feature being her very large chest. She looked at me with her brown eyes which were surrounded with so much mascara she almost had the look of a raccoon.
"About time you answered the door Jake. Have you spoken with your mother?"
"Good evening to you as well. Umm, yes Ms. Bertolli, but there's a small problem."
"Why of course there is. Why would today be any different? Well are you going to let me in while we discuss this or do I have to stand here on the doorstep sweating in this damn heat."
"Sure Ms. Bertolli I guess you can come in..." I began to say when she simply pushed the door open wide enough for her to rush right past me. All I could do was close the door behind her and follow after. She stood in the living room, impatiently tapping her foot, and once she saw all I was wearing was a towel she was speechless for a moment but that didn't last long.
"Nice outfit Jake, now what's the problem?"
While she said this I noticed her eyes were feasting on me like I was a ham sandwich. When her eyes wandered over my abs and even lower she actually licked her full, red lips.
"Ms. Bertolli I have the disk but there are three of them and I'm not sure which one you're looking for."
"First thing Jake you can call me Angie because I'm sure you wouldn't be calling me Ms. Bertolli if I wasn't here, right? You've been to more than one of the company parties so you're almost family. Second, do you have a computer so that I can figure out which disk is the one I need. Third, do you think you could get me a drink? I hate to be a bother but it's so hot and humid tonight."
"Sure, uh Angie. Is iced tea all right?"
"That's a Long Island iced tea right?" she replied while smiling at me.
"I'm not sure how to make one of those Angie. I'm only eighteen so I can't drink. If you tell me what's in it I can figure it out, I suppose."
"Plain iced tea is fine Jake, I was only kidding."
I went to get her drink but from what my Mom had told me I wasn't so sure about her kidding. She said Angie worked hard but she also liked to play hard. In fact she'd once been arrested for driving while impaired I'd heard. Figuring it couldn't hurt I poured some vodka into the glass before adding the iced tea.
She was standing there with the disks in her hand when I returned and she took the glass from me and as she did our hands touched sending a jolt through my hormonally charged teen body.
"My laptop is in my room Angie," I told her as I turned to go and retrieve it.
"Lead on Jake," she answered and without another word she followed right behind me.
I had expected her to wait in the living room while I got the computer which would also give me a chance to put something more on than the towel. However I already knew from my Mom that Angie was impatient and bossy and didn't take no for an answer so I just went along with it without protesting. The sooner Angie got what she wanted the sooner I'd be able to go out.
She followed close behind as we climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to my room. Considering how things had been, with me very busy lately, my room wasn't in terrible shape. There was a little disorder but I wasn't embarrassed with having someone see it. My laptop sat open on my desk though it was turned off. Hitting the on button I waited for it to resume. Without asking Angie commandeered the only chair in the room and sat down and as she did she pulled down her tight navy skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. She placed the jewel cases next to the computer as well as the untouched drink and waited until the screen was up.
"Jake you'll need to put in the password so I can use this thing," she informed me as if I was clueless.
"Hold on," I told her as I leaned down and typed in the required keys.