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Service Call (DE666 & Tyr)

Tyr

Tyr

Pulsar
Joined
May 17, 2009
Location
California
Malcolm Johnson, or as everyone called him Mack, had another emergency call for service this afternoon, his PDA already updating with the relevant information from the company. Being in heating and cooling, whenever the heat peaked so did the panic calls for a repairman. Mack was already sweaty and bit dirty after having crawled around two roofs and several side yards fixing various issues. The address was one in the very nice part of town, the kind of neighborhood where only those of substantial means lived, and definitely not an area where anyone he knew would live. From the notes and coding on the work order, it appeared the person calling in the felt it was a crisis deserving of immediate attention. The name on the work order was George Takamoto, which didn’t tell him anything, as he’d never heard of the guy.

The drive from his present job, would only take about 30 minutes, so he decided to stop off and get something to drink. Mack loved the job because he didn’t have anyone looking over his shoulder, and as long as he finished his jobs, no one bitched at him. Not bad for a guy who barely finished high school and spent most of his youth in and out of trouble. Luckily for him one of those socially forward looking government programs helped him get into a work program that taught him a trade. The heating and cooling business though not high paying, still paid well enough, and gave him enough money to survive, and once in awhile there were some perks to the job. Most times he went and worked on homes where there were wives or girlfriends that were in desperate need of some attention.

Driving down the broad street with large landscape meridian, each house placed well back from the road and many behind tall fences and large gates. If he weren’t in his utility repair truck he would have stood out, as there weren’t any brothers about. Mack pulled up to a large ornate gate, and was soon buzzed in as he drove the truck up the wide drive, which was all done in an ornate pattern of paver stones. Hopping out of the truck, in his blue coveralls, Mack still made an imposing figure, even if his tattoos were covered. He was a large tall black man with a broad chest and thick muscular arms. Taking off the sunglasses he hung them in a pocket as he grabbed the work PDA and walked up to the large double front doors to ring the bell.
 
It was just a little past noon and it was sweltering out and Robin was laying next to the pool, a silk fan in one of her hands as she fanned herself. The cooling system in the mansion had gone out in the early hours of the morning and it had been hell trying to contact her husband in order to get him to contact the repair company since George had the contact information. Her husband was always working, often traveling for business.

Robin was just a little older then 26 and all the men she's met would admit that the fiery red head was sexy as hell and any of them that made it into her bed would say she was a hellion in the sack. She liked it rough and passionate and her husband couldn't do it for her. She'd been married for almost four years to a man that was nearly twenty years her senior and she had a 17 year old step daughter who was a bitch, just like her mother. Robin hated her step daughter but she never showed it, deciding to do her best to tolerate the spoiled child the best she could but most days she just wanted to slap the child. With a sigh, the woman reached over and picked up her glass, taking a sip of her iced tea. A moment later she faintly heard the doorbell and sighed again.

When the bell ran, the front door was opened by a pretty young woman in a simple black and white maids outfit. She was Latino with smooth tan skin. "Yes?" she asked gently, gazing up at the black man that stood at the door in front of her. Her long black hair was drawn back in a long braid. The maid uniform made her look almost like one of those women from the adult films with its shorter skirt and smooth stocking covered legs, the dress showing her curves.
 
Mack waited knowing that rich fucking people took their time to do anything, and didn’t have a problem keeping working folk like him waiting. So he was pleasantly pleased when the wait turned out not to be too long, and the thing answering the door wasn’t bad on the eyes either. Mack turned his cold stern look into a large smile full of teeth as he tried to be pleasant.

Hi! I’m Mack from Action Air, a …

Mack looks at the PDA and gets the customer name.

George Takaamooto called and said you had an emergency problem with an air conditioner.

The man’s name somewhat mangled by Mack as he tried to pronounce it. Over his shoulder he had a tool bag, and stood there waiting for the maid to let him in, or throw him off the property. Since she wasn’t the one hiring him, and he didn’t even know if she spoke much English, his eyes took the opportunity to examine her feminine curves a little more as he waited. That was one sweet looking outfit on the girl, and if he was some rich guy, he’d find a way to have this sweet little number bent over, and him taking her from behind.

So is this the place?

Mack said dispassionately, as obviously the long hot day had gotten him to the point he really didn’t care, and he just didn’t have it in him to put up with any amount of bullshit. Now if no one was around and this sweet little thing wanted to play, then that was different, and that was unlikely, so this was just going to be a longer more miserable day.
 
The maid, Maria, looked up at the black man with a slightly guarded look on her face as she stood there in front of him. She tilted her head slightly as he began speaking. When he mangled her bosses name, Maria couldn't help but to giggle and smile gently. Tilting her head slightly, her short bangs fell in her eyes a little as she took in his appearance. He looked like a repairman. But as she was studying him, she noticed he was doing the same to her and she blushed a little, causing her cheeks to redden a little.

"Yes, this is the Takamoto residence. I'm afraid Mr. Takamoto is out at the moment." she said after a bit, brushing her bangs back a little. "But the missus is expecting you." she told him. "Please, follow me." Maria stepped aside so he could enter the large house before closing the door. The house was large and grand, having been decorated lavishly but with taste so it wasn't gaudy. Leading the way through the mansion to the door that led out to the large patio and the pool. "Wait here a moment." She smiled gently before stepping outside. Even with the air conditioning on the fritz, it was still cooler inside the house then outside.

Moving over to the pool side, Maria stood next to the deck chair where Robin was laying down so it would be hard for Mack to see the lady of the house from the house. "Ma'am. The man from Action Air is here." she said and Robin opened her eyes with a sigh before she looked up at the girl, a look of slight irritation on her face. "Very well." she muttered before she sat up. Reaching over, she picked up a sheer bathing suit cover before standing up.

Robin was dressed in a skimpy light blue bikini that showed off her pale creamy skin and her sexy body. Stretching, she ran a hand through her long red hair before she wrapped the cover around her waist. Turning, she walked towards the doors. She looked like a woman from the magazines. Beautiful and sexy. Many men would say perfection. As she walked, her full C-cup breasts bounced gently with each step and her hips swayed seductively. When she was close to Mack, she stopped and looked up at him through her sunglasses. "You're from Action Air?" she asked him, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him.
 
Mack followed the hot looking babe in the maid outfit as she guided him through a small portion of the immense structure. He didn’t know what the place cost to buy or build, but he did know to cool it was probably more than he made. These people probably owned the fucking utility company or could buy it, were his snide thoughts as he followed the dark hair woman. Finally he was guided to the huge pool in the backyard where the maid left him to go talk to her mistress.

Mack stood waiting, a bit surprised when not some old wrinkly Asian woman approached but a fucking hot redhead. His first thought was, damn look what money could buy. The way she moved and held herself, immediately speaks volumes to how she felt about herself and people such as him. Mack had seen this before, some stuck up rich bitch, that thought herself special, because she whored herself out to some rich fuck. Still he couldn’t help but admire her voluptuous body, every part of it meant to keep a man’s attention, and probably meant he thought to get everything she wanted. If she wasn’t high maintenance, she had high upkeep he thought. The woman asked him if he was from Action, there were probably a lot of smart, intelligent answers that would have been diplomatically correct to give, but Mack was too tired, sweaty and annoyed, and just gave a quick snarky answer.

That’s what it says on the outfit.

His hand rising up and point to the patch above the front pocket on the jump suit he was in. He would probably get shit from the office, if she complained, but there was no taking it back now. So he just stares down at her taking in her fucking nice tits as he tries to distract her to reduce the damage done.

So where is the unit? Has it been cooling at all?
 
Robin could hear Maria hurrying after her as she walked, not even looking to see if the shorter girl was keeping up with the red heads longer strides. The woman had been raised in a well respected family and she was taught how a 'lady' should hold herself and act. While she wasn't a loud and abusive woman like many of the rich women in the area, she was firm and she had a dominating personality which was why the servants always listened to her and they knew better then to slack off and not do as told because even though her husband wrote their checks, she was the one that would fire them without a second thought. If asked, the servants would say that the lady of the house had her husband by the balls, so to speak. She was the controlling one in their relationship.

And for Robin, that was the problem. George was soft and he didn't have a backbone. She liked her men rough spoken, dominating and just a tad forceful. That was why so many men came and went from the property. Mostly young men like the pool boy, a man from the cable company and several others. It was no secret among the higher social ring that she was cheating on her husband and instead of putting his foot down, George just looked the other way.

When Mack replied, Robin tilted her head slightly while placing a hand on her hip and gazing over the edge of her sunglasses at him while raising an eyebrow. She quickly noticed that he was staring at her breasts and she cleared her throat before answering him. "The unit is around this way." she said before turning and walking towards the left side of the patio. The unit wasn't too far away though it was carefully placed as to not take away from the house. It was one of Action Airs best units. "And no, it hasn't been cooling at all. It was acting a little funny yesterday but George... just dismissed it." she said with a roll of her eyes as she brought up her husband. "Then this morning it just completely stopped working."
 
The woman was confident, Mack was sure of that, simply by the way she carried herself. The woman indicates that the unit was outside, and heading off to show him where. Not that it bothered him in the least to follow after her, watching her ass sashay even though it was partially covered by her little skirt thing. Mack sort of listened as she droned on about her husband’s actions concerning the air conditioner, or lack thereof. It wasn’t long till they were part way around the house, and in an area where the machine noise wouldn’t bother anyone in the house.

Well let’s see if we can figure out what’s wrong with this puppy.

Mack sat down his tool bag and walked around the unit, there were no obvious problems, which wasn’t unusual. He stepped over to the power disconnect, and turned it off before, he started to work with the actual machine. The woman had shown him the unit herself, and not directed any of her staff to, which was a little unusual. Still he had a job to do, and he set about it, but there was no reason he could make some small talk, never hurt to schmooze the client, might be worth a tip.

When the cooling just stops, it’s usually a pump or other component giving out. If it just slowly gets worse and worse, that’s usually low coolant. Well at least you have that nice pool to stay cool in.

The conversation gave Mack as reason to look at her, and admire her very feminine curves, and the excellent way that she filled out that bathing suit.

Never hurts to have an excuse to hang at the pool and pound down a few brews.

Mack said as he swiped the sweat off of his brow, as he worked to remove the access panel to the unit. No burnt out wires, but there was some oil dripping from the compressor unit. He ran his hand around it, and it quickly got damp.

Yeah looks like the compressor unit has blown, probably toast. Well I guess you had it right, there was something definitely wrong with it.
 
While she was walking, Robin could tell that he was staring at her ass as she led the way over to where the unit was and it made her smile a little. It always pleased the red head when she could attract the attention of different men, even if she didn't know them. It meant that she was still attractive. Even though she wasn't a vain woman by all means, she did like the attention. Upon reaching the unit, she stood off to the side and watched him move to look at it. While standing there watching him, Robin could feel the sweat beading on her pale skin and slowly beginning to roll down her neck and down between her breasts. She hadn't asked one of the maids to lead him to the unit, wanting to get any information about what was going first hand instead of having to listen to her staffs attempt at remembering what the repair man said. Besides, she preferred to gain information.

She was quiet for a bit until he spoke and she looked at the black man. "On days like these, even the pools water is warm." she said, a tinge of disappointment sounding in her voice. "It's so hot that it hates up the water." She closed her eyes and wiped the back of her hand across her forehead with a sigh before she looked at him again just in time to see him looking at her again and checking her out. "But I suppose you're right. It doesn't hurt to have an excuse." she told him with a slight shrug.

After he went back to work on the unit, she took that moment to study him. He was well built... Very well build. And had was good looking in a way. She could tell he was a hard worker by the way he moved. As he told her about what was probably wrong with the air conditioning unit, she made a soft sound and shook her head slightly. "I look forward to telling George that." she said with a sniff. It was clear she didn't really have much respect, if any, for her husband.
 
Mack listened as he screwed around with the unit, it didn’t take much of his attention to inspect the fucking thing, or to remove the culprit part. She’d already made a comment about her husband, and now she made her second one that sounded like she wasn’t happy with him, and she was telling it to a complete stranger. Mack just kept to his task, occasionally looking over at her as he went about the job, her sexy and sweaty body bringing things besides the job to mind. Mack decided to draw the conversation out, as really had nothing else to do, while unbolting the compressor.

Well I appreciate it hot, keeps me employed and it makes people wish to be out at the pool in their suits relaxing.

The flirting comment, was made as he laid on his back and look up at her, while his large thick arms were reaching in to the unit trying to extract the pump. The jump suit clings to his thick frame as he worked and talked.

Could you hand me that wrench?

He asked as he continued to wrestle with the unit, the small confines a little difficult with a person of his size. He could have stopped and gotten it himself, but it was just a good excuse to get her closer, to have her in touching distance. So he waited for her to get the tool, one hand now in the unit, the other, reaching out.

Well not every guy knows his way around equipment or tools.
 
The corners of Robins mouth twitched a little and she flipped her red curls back over her shoulder though several silken locks clung stubbornly to her damp skin. "But suits are such a hassle." she murmured. "They leave such horrible tan lines." If there was one thing that Robin hated about women who tanned, it was the tan lines they often got and she always did her best to avoid getting them, though looking at her, it was hard to tell the pale, creamy skinned woman ever saw any sun. Her skin was smooth, flawless, with a pale peaches and cream complexion which kind of made her look like she were some kind of porcelain doll. Though a very sexy one.

As he moved, she lightly bit her bottom lip, her teeth catching the plump red lip for a moment before releasing it while she watched him move. His request made her blink and she pushed her sunglasses up so they were holding back her bangs while resting atop her head. Moving forward slowly, she moved next to the tool box before crouching down and reached into it. Her long fingers wrapped around one of the wrenches and she held it up. "Is this the one?" she asked while reaching out to him, placing the tool into his large hand.

His comment about not every guy knowing their way around equipment or tools caught her attention and she made a sound of amusement. "Tch, isn't that the truth." she muttered with a shake of her head. With her crouched down near the tool box, it was easier to see her breasts and he would even be able to smell the scent of her perfume which was a gentle peach scent.
 
The sexy thing was talking about swim suits being such a hassle, and he was thinking the exact same thing, except his reasons were a little different. That sexy set of melons was hanging down just so ripe and ready for the picking, he wanted to reach out and grab one of those and not the offered tool. Still his wasn’t about to get himself in a shitload of trouble over some white bitch's rack, even if it was one nice rack.

Guess we guys never give much thought into all the effort you girls make into looking so nice, and who would want tan lines. Nice figure like yours all marked up by the lines of a bathing suit.

Of course Mack didn’t care in the least, if the bitch had tan lines, this pasty white mama probably wouldn't tan up that dark anyways, and if you put any sun to her, she’d be as red as a ripe tomato. Not that he cared, he would have preferred to see her without the sexy blue suit, even if it didn’t leave much to the imagination. The tool she proffered wasn’t that heavy, but she handed it over with both hands, and he easily took it into one of his large calloused hands, the smell of her perfume coming with it.

Yep, that’s the one. Well don’t you worry, I know exactly how to take care of the problem, and I’m good with my tools and know how to keep anything I work on going and going.

Mack said as he played with her, unbolting the broken compressor from its mounting brackets so he could extract it for replacement. The muscles on his thick arms flexing as he lifted the cylindrical unit looking out of the access hatch, still on his back he sets it down alongside himself, and takes another look inside the unit to see if he was missing anything else.

Well I think we have found the problem, nothing else here looks broken or in need of repair, unless there is something else you know about that needs fixing or attention?
 
Hearing his comment about men not giving much thought into all the effort of looking nice, she laughed gently. "Oh, it's alright. Us women are used to it really." she said gently. "We usually just do it to make ourselves and our guys happy. That and the occasional nice comment." She smiled and stood back up, stretching a little with a soft sigh, stretching her arms over her head before looking down at the man again as he spoke once again. "Well... At least you know how to take care of things." she said with a shrug.

As she watched him, she found that she was enjoying watching him work. She could see that he knew his way around the unit and he had an air of confidence around him as he worked, something that she was rather attracted to. Someone confident and strong... Able to take the leade. The thought made her smile to herself and she brushed her fingers through her hair a little.

Seeing him lift the cylindrical unit, she tilted her head slightly so she was able to see better. Hearing his question, she crouched down again while looking at him. "Mm, I don't think I can think of anything." she told him. "But thanks fr the offer." Even though she said she culdn't think of anything, there were several things the large man could take care of however she didn't say anything about it. After all, her husband wasn't much of a partner so she went elsewhere for getting things done, as it were.
 
Satisfied that there were no more issues, he sat up, brushing by her as he rose up. Before she could even really react, he just stood up, his large imposing frame casting a shadow down at her, as he looked down upon her barely clad figure. His eyes enjoyed the view of her crouching before him.

Well let’s see what we have in the van to replace this thing.

Mack leaned down and picked up the compressor unit that had been removed, its bulky size seeming small in his large hands, the slight smell of sweat and grease mixing together. He was about to reach out and offer a hand to assist her in getting up, but realized how dirty it was, so he rubbed it on the leg of his coveralls before he held it out of her, the heavy metal unit now held only by one hand.

Good that there is nothing else, hate to leave a job undone. You know the Action motto, “Customer satisfaction is our only job!” Now I’ll be right back.

Though the type of satisfaction he had in mind had little to do with air conditioner repair. Jack headed to the truck, taking the near by side gate to the front yard. Looking through his truck, he didn’t have the right model compressor to replace this unit; he had a rebuilt, so he grabbed it, leaving the defunct unit in his van for disposal. So within a matter of a few minutes he was back, carrying the replacement.

Okay I don’t have a new compressor unit, I’ll have to order one, but I do have a rebuilt, that should last you till the new one come in, hopefully? I can put that in for now, and maybe get you out of the heat, will that work for you?
 
When he suddenly sat up and stood, she felt his body brush against hers and a faint, startled gasp escaped her lips as he towered over her. She didn't rise immediately, tipping her head back to look up at the large man and she felt her heart beat wildly as she swallowed while she gazed up at him, her eyes having widened a little which gave her something of a doe like look. She nodded mutely when he said about seeing what he had in the van to replace the compressor. As he picked up the compressor, she caught the faint sound of sweat and grease from him.

After he held out his hand, she looked at it before reaching out and she placed her hand into his. With her hand in his, her own looked so tiny and delicate, her pale skin such a stark contrast to his. As he spoke, she arched an eyebrow slightly before smiling slightly as he quoted the Action motto and she nodded slightly. "Well, that's good to know." she said gently before watching him head to his truck. "Now if only that kind of motto could be applied to other things in life." she muttered to herself with a sigh.

While Mack was at the truck, Robin turned slightly and called to her maid. "Maria!" she called and the girl appeared quickly. "Get me a drink." The Latina girl nodded. "Yes miss." she said quickly before hurrying inside. WHile she waited, Robin sighed and began fanning herself before turning again when she heard Mack returning. She was quiet as he told her about the compressor and she nodded again. "That will be fine." she told him. "How much will it cost to get the new compressor unit then?"
 
Mack smiled as he thought about the off-handed comment the woman made about the company motto. Each comment by itself wasn’t much, but as a group he was definitely getting the hint that this might be one lonely unsatisfied housewife. Maybe things were looking up on this hot nasty day. So as he returned he saw her standing there with a drink in her hand, selfish bitch didn’t even get one for him.

Probably three hundred dollars for the new compressor and another two hundred dollars for the service call, and I won’t charge you for the temporary one. How does that sound?

She obviously she was one self-important stuck up rich bitch, used to getting her way. There truly were fewer things nicer than taking down someone like her a few pegs, Mack thought as he stood there wondering what the next problem would be. Still he had a job to do, so he got back down on his back, and began to put the temporary fix back into place. Like everything else, these fucking units were built in China, and as far as he could figure they made everything so a midget had to work on them, his hands struggling to fit into the tiny spot.

Hey I need that wrench again. Can you hand it to me?

Obviously she had her hands full this time with a fan and drink, so the request was more intrusive, but Mack didn't want to waste any more time with this stupid thing. A bit of frustration with the unit coming through in his voice, as his request didn’t have quite the pleasantries it had the last time. He was just trying to get the job done, and for once wasn’t think about who she was or what she looked like.
 
(She was fanning herself with her hand, not an actual fan. Sorry if I didn't make that clear.)

Robin turned her gaze up to the sky. Being out in the heat and in the sun always made her feel tired. Even when she was younger she was always a little more susceptible to heat and if she was out for way too long, she'd get sick. Maria rushed out of the house with a tea in her hand and the red head smiled before taking it. "Thank you Maria." she told her and Maria bowed slightly. "You're welcome miss." she said before returning to her post near the door while Robin took a drink of the tea. She smiled a moment later when she caught the slight bite of alcohol in the drink and sighed happily. Her maid always knew how to make her tea.

While Mack began working again, she rubbed the ice cold glass against her forehead and closed her eyes before looking at him as he spoke about the price for the compressor and she nodded slightly. "Sounds cheaper then I thought it would be." she told him honestly. "And how much will it cost to have the new compressor installed after it comes in?" she asked him while tapping her fingernails against the glass in her hand.

After being asked about the wrench, she nodded again. Moving forward, she sat her drink down on a nearby window ledge before moving over to where the wrench was sitting and she picked it up. Walking over to his side, she placed the wrench into his hand, her leg brushing against his side for a moment until she stepped back. "How long do you think it will take for the new one to come in?" she asked curiously. "And when do you think you can come back out and put it in?" It was actually a strange request. Most women in her position would of asked for a different repair man or they would of asked when someone could come out. Instead, Robin was asking for Mack to come back.
 
Mack worked diligently to get the rebuilt unit installed, again taking the tool that sexy white woman handed to him. That she brushed against him didn’t go unnoticed as he worked to get the damn thing secure. That she wanted to discuss scheduling, was annoying, didn’t she see he was busy.

Be right with you, just need another moment to get this thing in.

He was caring less and less about putting this thing in, then putting his thing in something else, that specifically wore a hot little blue bathing suit. Finally though it was in and connected, and he could extract himself from the tight confines and sit up and discuss what was going to happen next.

Okay, done.

Mack stood up and began to collect his tools and closed the access hatch.

They’ll just charge you labor probably a few hundred at most, and the part shouldn’t take more than a few days to come in. We might even have it in stock, if so we can come back as soon as you want.

Mike wipes his sweaty brow with the sleeve of his shirt, as he stands there discussing scheduling and pricing.

I can call in and see if they have one, or when they can get one, and I can schedule another time to come back and take care of you. How does that sound?

That wasn’t all Mack wanted to take care of.
 
Robin didn't notice right away that he was getting annoyed, most of her attention on trying to ignore the heat of the day. When he spoke, she merely nodded and moved back a bit, turning slightly to look out over the grounds. When he stood and looked at her, he'd be able to see that her bikini was actually a thong bikini and the wrap around her waist was fairly see through. Hearing him speak again, she turned nce more to gaze up at the large black man.

She looked thoughtful when he told her what the company would charge for labor and she nodded. "Okay." she murmurs. His offer to schedule another time to come back and take care of her caught her attention and the corners of her mouth turned up a little as she tilted her head. "That sounds wonderful." she told him. "I'd really hate to take up too much of your time. After all, with this weather, I'm sure you're a busy man." As she spoke, she nodded slightly and she moved to pick up her drink though the ice that had been in it looked to of melted a bit and she sighed.

"Why don't we finish this conversation inside? That way I can make sure the schedule is open for when you come back out." she said, motioning towards the patio that led inside. "And you can make what ever phone calls you have to."
 
Mack could see through the sheer thing that this sexy red head was wearing and see the sweet little thong underneath. There was no doubt that this rich bitch knew exactly how to get a man’s attention when she desired, her very being reeked of power and manipulation. Mack wasn’t totally immune to her feminine charms, but so to he wasn’t totally susceptible either, rather he perceived her as a thing that exploited her best asset being of course her hot body to get exactly what she wanted. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t do her, what guy wouldn’t; he just wasn’t going to let any bitch, especially some rich white one take advantage of him. She seemed to him to eager to have him return, which boded well. Finally both of them perspiring, she offered to finish the conversation inside, an offer he was more than willing to accept.

Sure that sounds good, it will take the unit a little while to bring back down the temperature. And don’t worry; I set my own schedule, so I’m as busy as I want to be. If I have something else more important to take care of then, I can make time.

So Mack headed back into the palatial home following the sexy flirtatious young woman. Mack was making little effort he hide his visual inspection of her body as they entered the house.

Even if it isn’t cold yet, it’s still cooler in here. Damn it’s hot out there. At least you’re in a bathing suit, these thing are terrible.

Mack indicated his jump suit as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone. While he’s flipping it open to give the office a call he talks more with Robin.

Plus if I had a body like yours I’d wear fewer clothes too.

Mack’s now obviously flirting, call his office, the conversation is quick, and it’s obvious that the new part is in stock and available. He flips the phone close, and looks at the sexy thing, with a smile, almost a smirk.

We’ve got it, so when would you like me to take care of you?
 
"Well, when you say it like that." she said with a faint, breathy laugh. "Hear I was thinking that season would make schedules cramped with so many people wanting serviced. Why, just the other day my neighbor told me that the man that came out to fix her unit was two hours late because their schedule was so backed up. Then again, she also didn't get her unit from Action Air."

With a quick smile, she turned with her glass in hand and led the way back to the patio then into the how. Because her pale skin was damp, stepping back into the cooler house sent a chill through her and she shivered a little, goose bumps raising on her arms while her nipples even began to harden a bit. As he spoke about how hot it was, she nodded in agreement. "I know. It's horrible." she said before turning slightly to look at him as he indicated to his jump suit and she nodded. "It must be horrible having to work in those." she commented.

Turning back around, she led the way through the house to a rather large office which was obviously her husbands if one went by the masculine, japanese design. It made the office so much different from the rest of the house which meant that the 'man' of the house didn't decorate anywhere but in the office. Macks comment about wearing fewer clothes if he had a body like hers and she laughed gently. "I usually do wear fewer. But I was expecting your arrival." she told him, looking over at him with a grin before moving behind the desk and opening a book.

WHile he spoke on the phone with his company, she flipped through the pages in the book quickly. "Hmm, well.... Tomorrow George is having business partners over for dinner so that day is busy." she murmured while flipping through it. While she read different entries in the date book, she wrinkled her nose slightly and her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth a little. It was a cute face and it was obvious that she was thinking. "How about in three days?" she asked him. "If that day is okay with you? I can clear that entire days schedule so you can come when ever you want."
 
The office that the woman led him to was sort of weird looking to Mack, the décor left a lot to be desired in his opinion. Still it was different from the rest of house, which just meant that she did all the decorating, which made sense, it was pretty obviously to him who wore the pants in this family or bikini in this case. She moved behind the desk telling him that she usually wore even less than she had on when normally sun bathing, something he knew he would have like to have see.

If I’d known that I wouldn’t have told you I was coming.

Mack grins as he finishes his phone conversation, and continues to flirt with the sex white girl. He stood patiently as she looked through her scheduling book, her perky nipple pressing against the thin material of her top, in the cooler room. Finally she told him she could make the whole day available to him in three days, which sure implied that there was more available than just repairing an ailing air conditioner unit.

I don’t see a problem with that, I think we can find a way to make sure everything is taken care of with that large a block of time. Say early afternoon, I’ll knock out my other jobs, and free up some time to come over here and finish up this job, and make sure your happy with my performance.

The knowing smirk he was giving was showing that he was assuming there was going to be more going on than a simple repair. His eyes watched her, as the hunger for her body was increasing, because for him, there was always something special about fucking around with a white woman, especially a rich one. Mack never wishing to pass up an opportunity was always bold around women; cause if you didn’t try you didn’t get any.

So nothing else I can do for you before I leave?
 
The woman knew that Mack was still checking her out even as she stood behind the desk looking at the schedule book. In all the years that she'd been married to George, she'd tried numerous times to get him to let loose and fuck her in places like the living room and his office... especially on his desk. But the man was so up tight and straight laced, refusing to have sex anywhere but in the bedroom. He said it wasn't proper. So she had vowed to herself that she'd do it anywhere and everywhere she could with her affairs. She knew that the maids watched her and the women knew what she was doing, having caught them numerous times watching her and her lovers and she'd caught them gossiping about it. When she heard they were planning on telling George, she threatened to fire them. Ever since, there hadn't been a peep from the maids.

"Oh? Is that so?" she asked him. "But it's only polite to announce when you're coming." Her eyes glittered and she smirked slightly with an amused look in her eyes. She was purposely saying sentences with double meanings and she was sure he would catch her meaning. She was quiet as he spoke and she nodded again. "Oh, I'm sure I'll be very happy with your performance." she said with a nod. Bending over the desk a little, she began writing in the book, scratching out the other appointments that had been written in.

Once she was dne, Robin looked at Mack again and nodded again. "Okay, so I have you all penciled in and I'll expect you're arrival then. Say around.... eleven?" she asked. "Give or take a bit?" At his question about anything else he could do for her, she shook her head with a smile. "Oh no. I believe everything is all set."
 
From his side of the desk Mack couldn’t see the thong that was probably riding up her ass as she bent over the desk, but what he could see were the excellent pair of firm tits hanging down as she wrote in the scheduling book. Mack just watched and waited till she was done, and confirmed the appointment for three days later. The flirting looks and words with double meaning continued between them, as they both knew or thought they knew what was going to happen the next time they got together. Though he doubted she knew what she was getting into exactly or what kind of guy he was, but she’d find out soon enough.

Good, I have a work order you need to sign.

Mack pulled out a tablet that contained his current work order, needing her to sign to show what work he had completed. As he held out the table for her to sign, he smiled, because he was soon going to have this rich white bitch exactly where he wanted her, her little sexy body impaled on his cock. Personally he didn’t care if they got it on now, but she may have been playing some fucking game, or her husband was returning, or she wanted the staff to be gone, he didn’t know and didn’t care. Mack stepped to the side of the deck, one hand held the tablet, another the pen, as he took an opportunity to physically touch her when he handed over the pen, he large hand easily taking her into his for just the briefest of moment, his long dark fingers touching her pale skin as he intruded on her personal space.

I’m glad we worked this out.

His mind thinking how nice it would be to have her bent over this desk, and his manhood buried in her tight pussy or sexy white ass.

Now that I’m leaving you can return to making sure you don’t have any tan lines.
 
Robin brushed her hair back behind her ear while she leaned over the desk before straightening back up and placed her hands on her waist. Even though she had a tiny waist, she had wider hips that were what her husband called 'perfect childbearing hips', thus giving her the perfect figure and that was what attracted the old fashioned Asian man. After being told she had to sign something, she nodded before moving around the desk a little. Reaching out, she took the tablet from him and turned it to look at it. After skimming over it, she nodded slightly before looking up and she reached out for the pen in his hand.

When their fingers brushed against each other and his hand took hers, she stared up into his face for a long moment before pulling her hand back. "I'm glad we worked it out as well." she said softly. "It's refreshing to talk to a man that knows what he's doing." she said before writing on the tablet, her handwriting neat and elegant. After everything was in order, she held it out to him. "When will they be expecting payment?" she asked him while handing his things back.

His comment about returning to make sure she didn't have any tan lines made her laugh softly and she shook her head. "Oh, I think I'll go up and take a nice long bath instead. To help... cool down a bit more and then perhaps I'll see to dinner." Even though she had servants and they had a personal cook, she still enjoyed cooking herself and she was pretty good at it. After all, she'd taken lessons to cook in order to try and surprise George early in their marriage. Besides, it helps her to relax.
 
They will send you a bill, after I turn my paperwork in. So I wouldn’t worry about it.

Mack was thinking about how he would love to have her pay the bill, and that it be done over several installment payments. Still there was no way he could ever afford to keep a bitch like this, especially with such expensive taste, now if things worked out he might just get to borrow it for awhile.

I’m glad you are happy; I’ve always just been good at working on things. Plus I always bring the right tool for the job.

Mack eyes trail over the feminine curves of her body smiling as he prepares to leave. That he was checking her out was obvious as he finished up the paperwork.

Well, you stay cool and have a nice day. I’ll be back in a few days.

Leaving Mack determined was probably the best choice, he didn’t know what was going on, but figured his chances were far better when he returned. So rather than press things and get himself in trouble, he begins to turn to move to the door to exit. Then at the last moment he turns back and pulls a card from his top pocket and hands her his card.

Oh, if something comes up, and you need me to fix it, this is my card; it has my direct cell number on it.

Unless something else happens he leaves.
 
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