It was Friday. One more stop and my day was done. It had been a long week, but that is what being your own boss is all about. It was one of those projects for an owner that has a vacation house, and they were rarely there, so I didn't have the option of rescheduling. Supposedly, the a/c wasn't working right and they wanted to have it checked out.
I rang the doorbell. It seemed that every light in the house was already on, and judging from the number of cars in the driveway, the house must be full of people.
Emily answered the door. I had met her a few times before. She was one of those women, in her early forties that was just naturally attractive. She had a quiet demeanor, but had a naughty look in her eyes, something you don't see too often.
As the door swung open, it bounced off the door stop. Right off I heard the chatter and laughter of other women come from the adjacent room.
"Oh, come on in!" She said. "I am glad you were able to make it, and even on a Friday!" She appeared giggly or at the very least in an extremely good mood.
I stepped in, and out of respect took my boots off. As I started saying: "I heard your A/C is giving you trouble...?"
Around the corner, a tall woman, with lots of blonde hair appeared.
"Nancy, please meet Kevin, our airconditioner guy." Emily said.
Nancy reacted by enthusiastically offering her hand and leaning forward, showing off her low cut shirt.
Giggly, she said: "So glad to meet you, Emily said you were coming."
The three of us walked into the living room, and a quick glance into the kitchen showed why they were in such a good mood. Several bottles of wine on the table, some glasses, mostly half empty or better and three more women sitting on bar stools at the island.
They waved and greeted "Hiiii"
It looked like their wine party was already going on for a little while.
Emily blushed slightly and said: "We are having a girls weekend, just for the holidays."
Nancy added: "And we just finished listening to Emily's stories" as she winked to Emily with a smile that would tell a tale all by itself.
Suddenly, I wasn't comfortable. "Should I come back some other time?" I said.
"Oh, noooo!" Nancy and one of the other girls said from the island.
"You may have just gotten here at the right time," the brunette said raising her glass while looking at Emily.
Emily blushed to a deep crimson.
"OK, now you got me curious." I said, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Emily was telling us stories, fantasies really, and now I feel like betting." Nancy said, as she looked at me, then Emily, then back at me.
Emily looked like she just died. "Husssshhhh!!" she uttered.
Lots of giggle erupted from the kitchen island.
Nancy stepped between the girls and Emily and I. She said: "She was telling us naughty stories."
Oh, I had pretty much figured that out by now. Just like any male would have, by now, I had gotten way interested.
I decided to go out on a limb a little and asked, "And by chance, do any of those stories include a guy, a stranger maybe?"
Nancy, the tall blonde with the lower cut shirt, which she filled beautifully I must admit, put Emily on the spot. "Emily, that last story, was that built around this guy?" she asked with a grin that told volumes.
Oh, this was not your average A/C service call, I thought to myself. A bunch of tipsy chicks and this blonde, wearing her skin tight low cut shirt and yoga pants, she was out to stirr it all up!
"Hi, I am Lesly, or Les for short." The quiet brunette had made her way from the island to Emily, Nancy and I and somehow commanded respect. Her posture was proud, and made her look taller than she really was. The others were intently watching, anticipating really, what was going to happen next.
