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.
