Damn, another service call. I was hoping to get the afternoon off but this damn beeper won't let me go.
Calling in to the Service Center, the dispatcher tells me that there is a call in the newer section of town that I need to catch.
I try to get them to send someone else but the other service men are still on other calls and I am the only one available. Fuck! There goes the afternoon.
"This better be an emergency!" I am thinking to myself as I turn into the newer subdivision with its fancy cars and two story homes with manicured lawns.
Finding the house, I pull into the driveway. A Jaguar sits in the garage.
"Probably some rich bitch." I mutter to myself in utter disgust.
Pushing the doorbell, I adjust my clothing to some resemblance of a person who cares about the company he represents. The door swings open and I see her for the first time. She is about thirty five or forty years old, blonde shoulder length hair and a fitness trainer toned body. She holds her hands out with her fingers extended. Her finger nails freshly painted, she is trying to air dry them while answering the door.
"Yep, a rich bitch. Nothing to do but paint her nails." I mutter to myself again.
"Oh, you must be the service boy." she says in her most derisive voice.
"Boy Hell!" I think to myself.
"What can I do for you?" I ask the bitch.
"My power is out in the back room and I need to go in there to exercise. The lights or the stereo wouldn't come on." she told me while looking past me as if I were an intrusion to her.
"I'll have it repaired in no time." I reassured her wanting to hurry and get the hell out of there.
"I expect so. I don't have time for this." she responded as she turned and started through the house.
Following her, I noticed that the house was furnished in a feminine style. If a man lived here, he was obviously not around very often. There were no pictures of men on the walls or shelves, not even a spoiled little dog.
"This bitch must live alone. All alone to her pampered self." I thought.
Reaching the exercise room, I try the light switch and the stereo. No response so I check the circuit breaker.
"I already told you that the light didn't work!" she barked. "Good God, they could have sent someone with a brain!" she continued.
"Look lady, I don't know who you are and I don't give a damn, but I need to check things out methodically. Now if you will just leave the room, I can get to work." I told her in the coldest tone I could muster.
"I'm not going to leave this room, it's my house and I'll stand in any damn room I wish!" she complained putting her hands on her spandex covered hips and leaning forward as if trying to help project her words. Leaning forward, her breasts stretched the fabric of her T-shirt giving me an outline of her bra and their contents.
"Strange I didn't notice those tits before." I said to myself as I felt an urge towards her.
"Do as you please then." I told her as I took the cover plate off the light switch to check for current.
"Anyway, how else will I be able to keep an eye on you while you work?" she retorted.
"What? Do you think I'm gonna steal something?" I asked astonished at her forwardness.
"Who knows? I don't know you from Adam. You might be a thief or a rapist." she responded.
"Uh huh" I thought. At that moment, I decided that I was going to teach this bitch a lesson.
"This circuit is not getting power. It is tied into the room next door." I told her.
"That's the spare bedroom. Do you need to go in there?" she asked as she headed for the door and turned towards it.
"Yes." Entering the room, I saw the huge brass bed taking up the majority of the space. I removed the cover plate of that light switch also.
She sat down on the bed and watched me some more. I started for the door to find the electrical panel when she stood up again and said, "Where the hell are you going now?"
"I have had enough of this bitch. I'm going to teach her how to treat a man!" I reassured myself. Closing the door, I locked the door knob without her noticing. Turning around, I saw her eyes begin to open wide as I walked towards her.
"What the hell are you doing?" she cried.
"You are a bitch and I'm going to show you how I treat bitches." I stated as I removed my belt. She tried to stand but I pushed her back down on the bed. Using my body weight, I sat on top of her while her arms flung wildly at me. Taking a few blows, a grabbed her arms and tied her wrists to the bed with the belt. Her legs began flailing wildly as I went back to the exercise room to get a towel. Returning to the spare bedroom, I used my pocketknife to cut the towel into long strips. I got back on the bed with her wildly swinging legs and began to catch them one at a time to tie them up by her ankles. After a couple of minutes and a couple of kicks to my shoulders and arms, she was restrained. I stood above the bed and looked down at her laying spread out and helpless.
