Mark slammed the faucet handle, cutting the flow.
“No hot water!” he yelled and flung the water off his hand for emphasis. “I can’t believe it.”
He yanked a towel off the oven handle and wiped his hands.
“No hot water upstairs either. Sink or shower, both bathrooms.” Fred leaned his hip against the granite countertop. He shook his head.
“This vacation home had top ratings online.” Mark threw the towel onto the counter. “Then I get here, and problems come with me. My fucking luck.”
“And the rest of the team will be here in two days,” Fred said. “They’ll want hot water.”
“Yeah, thanks for being so fucking obvious, Einstein.” Mark grumbled and shook his head.
“What are you going to do?” Fred asked.
“Me—I’m calling the property management agency. Give them a piece of my mind and tell them to get their plumber out here tout de suite.”
“Good thinking.” Fred tossed Mark’s phone across the kitchen. “You deal with that. I’ll get my jobs underway. Groceries and alcohol. Adios, muchacho.” He gave an offhanded salute and left.
An hour after hollering through the phone at the office receptionist, Mark answered the door.
“Hi, I’m Charlene, with Asset Realty. I was advised of a maintenance issue you’re having.”
Mark let in the lean woman in a business jacket and skirt. He eyed her dark hair and tanned skin.
“I didn’t expect to have you come. I was expecting some big plumber who was ready to work,” Mark said, holding back a snarl.
She gave a flat smile. “Yea, sorry to disappoint, but this is—this is my job.”
“You got a wrench in that jacket?” he said sarcastically.
Charlene walked to the kitchen sink, flipping on the faucet. The water gushed out.
“Looks like you have water,” she said.
“That’s not the problem. Did I not explain it well enough on the phone?”
“You weren’t speaking to me, so I got an update second-hand.”
“The issue is, Charlene,” he said harshly emphasizing her name, “I’m not getting hot water. Turn on the faucet again and see.”
She didn’t respond. She raised the lever and water gushed out. She shifted it from right to left.
“Yep, no hot water. Just like you said.”
“What, you think I’m lying? Ha! I just want to get hot water.”
She took in a deep breath. “Got a towel?”
He pointed at the damp hand towel.
She dried her hands. “I’m sorry this is happening, but I—”
He interrupted. “Stop. Do you understand how frustrated I am?” He pressed his hands against the cool granite. “And now you come in here all, like, you don’t care. So flippant. I’m paying a lot of money to lease this place for the summer. I expect certain things. Especially at this cost.”
“I am sorry. I did not mean to come across that way.” Charlene bent her knees slightly to hang the towel on the handle of the oven. Her skirt curved with her hips.
She countered Mark and remained frank. “I can understand your frustration but I am in a bind too.”
“What’s that?” Mark said forcefully.
“As you know, it is the holiday weekend. I cannot get a plumber out here right away. It won’t—”
Mark raised his hands to stop her. “You mean you, your company, a property management office, doesn’t have an on-call plumbing service! A plumber with experience?” he said exasperated. “What kind of place did I get mixed up with?”
“As I was saying,” she said calmly reacting contrarily to Mark’s frustration, “yes, I can get a plumber here. It just would not be until Monday, at the earliest. That’s just a couple of—”
“It’s Thursday today!” He began to count on his fingers. “I’d be waiting for the rest of today, then Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and finally, hopefully, Monday I might get hot water—if there aren’t any mess-ups!”
“Yes, that is correct. That is the holiday weekend.” She gave her flat smile. “That’s the situation I’m in.”
“And you don’t happen to have a plumber on-call in case of emergency!” Mark turned away, regained his senses, and then turned back.
Her eyebrows were raised slightly, leaving a wrinkle across her forehead.
“You see, Mark—isn’t it Mark?—the service agreement with the plumber encompasses emergencies, such as broken pipes and flooding—issues that can destroy property imminently—but not—”
He thudded the heel of his hand against his forehead in disbelief. “You don’t think this is an emergency!”
“I’ve lived without hot water for a weekend before. Even when the weather outside wasn’t too bad. It’s nice now.” She walked to the windows. The still pool water reflecting the sunlight.
Mark noticed the smooth contours of her ass and long legs that were emphasized by the mini skirt, although the business jacket covered much of her. Despite the tempting view, Mark didn’t let it overtake the problem.
“This water issue may not ruin the property but with enough one-star reviews online and the dirty details, your Asset Realty will get a reputation,” he threatened.
“If you want the issue fixed immediately—”
“So there is a way!” he interjected.
“—you can pay out of pocket. The cost would include hourly pay, plus after-hours pay, and holiday pay. It’d be like triple the cost. Waiting until Monday, the cost would not—”
“So I’m stuck with cold water and a bunch of pissed off people when they get here.”
“More people?”
“And they all can complain across the web about Asset Realty. Who is your boss by the way? I want to talk to him.”
Charlene stood still, shoulders steadied. “Well, the holiday …”
“I want to talk to the guy who actually gives a fuck about reviews. That’ll be the one who gets my problem solved at no out-of-pocket cost to me.”
“But it’s the holiday, and I am here to, you know, fix things,” she said sultrily.
“You’re not fixing a fucking thing! Nothing whatsoever. You don’t even give a damn.”
She raised her finger. “Wrong, Mark. I am concerned. I want to solve this issue—your emergency.”
“Don’t raise your finger like that. I’m not some kid. I am a paying customer.”
Charlene put her finger over her mouth, quieting Mark.
“Is anyone else here right now? Are you, are we, alone?”
“No one’s here. But they will be here in a few hours, maybe sooner.” His eyebrows curled in a combination of anger and confusion. “Is there a solution to the hot water?”
“Since no one else is here, I have one more option.” She paused briefly, letting her comment linger. “I am sure it will fix everything that’s wrong.”
“Then let me get my phone so you can make the call to—”
This time, she interrupted him by touching his forearm lightly.
“I want to make you happy, Mark.”
“But …”
“I’m pretty sure there’s a way—No, I am definitely sure there’s a way we can compromise.”
He stopped speaking when her other hand brushed his shoulder and moved to the waist of his jeans. She gave one strong tug on a belt loop.
“What …”
She unbuttoned her suit jacket. Underneath was a thin, flowery tank top.
“I can offer you some very special gifts,” she said smoothly.
Mark noticed her pointy nipples that pressed against the fabric.
Tauntingly, she maneuvered her jacket open, so her breasts were the center of his attention. Her areolas were petite and capped the glorious globes perfectly.
As Mark was dumbfounded, Charlene grabbed his jean loops and tugged him even closer by that belt loop. She then let go.
Her hands slid over her body and then pressed her breasts together. She raised them as though they were precious.
“Can you keep a secret?” she asked in a luscious whisper.
“I … I can, yes.” He bumbled his response.
She unbuckled his belt, letting the leather snap and the buckle clack. “Then let’s secretly solve the problem now.”
She went to her knees. She unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. She reached into his boxer shorts to find the thickened cock, capped with a narrowed crown. Her face brightened, her eyebrows raised. There was a joy in her eyes at seeing it. She put her hair in a ponytail.
She pooched her lips and placed a soft kiss on the very tip of his dick. She glanced up.
“A good compromise?” Her words were almost inaudible.
He grabbed the top of her head and pulled her forward. She opened her mouth and took in his large cock. She bobbed on his dick as his hand forced.
She moaned and groaned despite a closed mouth.
Soon she pulled off to catch her breath. She stroked him fast.
“You like this?” she asked again softly.
“Good, so good.”
She kissed his dick head again, like it was a good friend. She loved on it with her lips and tongue. She then massaged her own breasts and her narrow nipples.
In her personal pleasure of pleasing, her hands, spread wide, slid up his body and then her fingernails dragged down. They finally centered around the base of his cock.
She pulled her mouth off of him and stroked him hard and fast. She admired its size and the thick veins running along its length. A quick smile crossed her lips. Mark saw her eyes sparkle.
She sucked on his dick again, twisting her head side to side, as if French kissing the throbbing stiffness.
She pulled off again. She was breathing quickly.
“Hey, um, Mark, trust me, I’m not usually like this.” She gave a quick chuckle of embarrassment. “But you know it’s been a while for me. Long work hours and no relationship. It’s tough, so …”
“So what?” he said calmly. “I can’t assume what you’re asking. You need to be clearer.”
He crossed his arms.
“You have a … I typically don’t see such—or I haven’t recently—seen—touched—such a nice cock like yours. Will you please …”
“To be the plumber that you need?” Mark grinned.
She flushed red on her brown cheeks. She covered her mouth, playfully embarrassed.
He helped her to her feet, and she led him to the bedroom.
By the time they arrived, her jacket had been left on the floor and her skirt was unzipped. It hanged to her body by a hip. He only had his cabana shirt left on. His erection tottered side to side at each step.
At the bed, her skirt slipped to her feet. She fell back to bounce on the squeaky mattress and set her feet on the edge of the bed far apart.
She reached out. “Don’t make me wait.”
His calloused fingers grabbed her panties and yanked them off her.
The single move forced a deep groan. “I need—”
He tucked them into the front pocket of his shirt. He stroked his dick and then slapped it on her expectant pussy.
She reached out her petite hands and stringy fingers toward him. Taking hold of his forearms, she tugged him.
Mark wasn’t one to wait. He pushed into her juicy pussy.
He made her back arch and her face wince. She looked to be brought to tears. He didn’t offer any soft and smooth pleasurable thrusts. He fucked her hard and fast.
“This giving you what you been needing?” he growled.
She grunted and groaned. She wailed aloud and screamed wildly. Her head twisted side to side and she bit her forefinger. Her lips frowned.
She swirled her hand over her clit, adding more pleasure to the experience.
Mark pulled out and turned her over.
“I want to see that ass,” he ordered.
She raised up to her hands and knees. She pushed out her round butt and wiggled her hips. She cried out at his harsh slap.
He slid back into her pussy. With a thrust forward, he got a hold of her long hair. He held her tight while he had his way with her.
“Yes, yes!” she bawled. “You are so good. I need this.”
His body slapped against her tight ass roughly. Mark remembered that Fred would be back soon. There was no waiting. He drove into her as deeply as he could and fucked harder and faster.
He knew he had hit it right when she twisted her head. But he still wouldn’t let go of her hair. Instead, he pulled harder.
She yelled out, as she was caught between hard sex and pain. “I’m gonna … I’m …” There was a screech and loud moaning and a cough. He released her hair. Her head fell forward onto the bed. She flattened out.
Mark saw her ass tightened and relax as the waves of orgasm pulsed through her.
He forced her onto her back.
Standing above, Mark jerked his messy dick. His chest tightened and his teeth gritted. With a loud grunt, he shot his cords of sloppy cum onto her stomach. One clump landed beside her navel. Another plopped onto her shaved pussy.
He stroked out the last bit and flung it on her right thigh.
She looked up at him. She smiled.
“So what was the issue with this place?”
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