There was a startling snap, followed by firework-like explosions at several power stations along Seventh Street. Then the neighborhood went dark.
A supply shortage of power had caused a controlled shutdown on this section of the electrical grid. People had been indoors—leaving the streets empty—to avoid 100-degree-plus temperatures and the blaring sun that had heated the sidewalks to essentially frying pans. Inside, air conditioners had been blasting cool air, while residents watched multiple TVs in their apartments and played video-game consoles and charged their phones. Not to mention the other continuous household power-consumers like refrigerators.
With that loud snap and explosions of sparks, their TVs went dark, phone screens brightened, and the cold air stopped blowing.
As in the decades before TV and video games had taken over, residents began to spill out of their apartments. They hung out on the front steps of the row of apartment buildings. Battery-powered boom boxes blasted hip-hop and classic R&B hits.
Jump-ropes slapped the sidewalk in rhythm as kids chanted their rhymes. Young girls squealed and boys shouted as they played tag.
Mothers shouted.
“Get out my house, you ratty kids. Go, bother somebody else’s mother.”
The rest of the people’s chatter centered on neighborhood rumors like who went to whose place late at night.
Meanwhile, Ronald was 25 feet overhead in the basket of the power company’s boom truck. He was fixing the power boxes on the telephone poles.
While attending to work, he heard from plenty of residents. Many were outside simply to complain to their neighbors—and to Ron.
“When’s power gonna be back on?”
“Of all the days to have a power outage! Hottest temperatures of the summer.”
“Probably going to charge us extra for this. Power companies do that. All about squeezing more money out of my pocket.”
“Bigger bills! I can’t afford to pay more. I’m on a fixed income.”
“Mister, up there, if you fell, would you die?” a boy asked.
Ronald tried to ignore them and let his partner handle the street-level people. However, his coworker was sitting in the cab of the truck. The only one relaxing in cool air.
That was until Ronald noticed the third-floor apartment, which was about level with him. The lights were on. He could hear the AC in the window working hard. The big-screen TV was on.
A woman was sprawled on the couch. She lay in wait on her side. One leg was set on the couch back and her other foot was flat on the floor.
Ronald leaned to the edge of the bucket to get a better view. He slid his sunglasses up to his forehead. He wasn’t sure if the sun and heat were tampering with his vision and mind.
He wiped his face with a handkerchief.
Looking again, there she was, until a man blocked his view of her. He was naked, giving Ronald a full moon.
Ronald slid his glasses down to his nose. He didn’t look away though.
The woman’s bared legs snaked around the naked man’s waist and locked at the ankles.
The man’s butt tightened and loosened as he slowly moved against the woman.
Ronald could only imagine what she was cooing and begging.
Ronald heard someone from below.
“What’s happening up there? Something really wrong?” a man called.
Ronald overlooked the basket. “This takes time. It isn’t easy.”
“Well, we’re hot down here.”
“I know. Give me some time.”
Ronald looked back to the apartment window. Now, the man was seated on the couch, and she was standing. Her hands were on his head. She was enjoying what he was doing.
“Hey, minster, how high up are you?” the boy asked again. “Can you see forever?”
Ronald ignored him. Something better than forever was in front of him.
The woman’s clothing was gone. She had a round, heavy ass—large enough to cup at its bottom. Then a pair of large hands slid from around her and gripped deeply into the fleshiness. She relished the squeeze—her head easing to the side. The man stood, a head taller than her.
They exchanged places. She took the couch, and he stood.
To Ronald’s confusion, he didn’t stand in front of her. Instead, he went out of sight. Ronald saw him in the second window. He was overlooking the busy neighborhood streets. He looked back at the other window. She was gone.
He thought of a plan to get closer. He adjusted the controllers on the basket to lower it.
On the street, the people prodded him with questions about the power coming on again and if there were problems and why was he on the ground when the power was still out.
“Can I go up there?” the boy asked. “You used joysticks to go up and down. I play video games with controllers. I can do it.”
Ronald ignored the pest.
“I need to go inside the building. Front door unlocked?” he asked.
A bothersome senior gave him access.
He headed to the third floor and the couple’s apartment. He knocked loudly.
There was scrambling inside and muffled talk.
Soon, the door opened a crack and half of the man’s face appeared.
“Sup?” he said frankly.
“I’m with the power company.” He tugged at the florescent vest. “I and need to check why you had power when everyone else in the building is out.”
“We’re busy. Sorry,” the man answered.
“Knowing how will help me fix the rest of the building. I need to check the situation.”
“We got solar power—a generator on the roof. That an answer for you?”
“I need to confirm. It’s a regulation.”
“Give me a minute.” And the door closed.
He put his ear against the door to listen in.
“Do you hear them in there?” the pest asked.
Ronald stepped back from the door. “No.”
“They like each other,” he said.
“Go away.”
The boy ran down the hallway.
The door opened fully, and the man allowed him inside.
Ronald thanked him.
“I’m not here to find anything illegal, just so you know. I’m just … confused.”
The TV was off. The AC was running softly. Only small lamps were on. Other surprising lights were off. In particular, several ring lights and three rectangle studio lights on tripods.
“The connections are the window on the left there.” The man pointed. “The super gave us permission, as we requested. I don’t have documents. He gave a verbal okay.”
Scanning the room, the woman, who had been naked a half-hour ago, was huddled only the couch in a long robe. Her face conveyed she was disappointed or worried or even upset that Ronald had interrupted them.
Ronald walked to the window. A cord was stapled to the wall and disappeared through a hole in the ceiling.
“You making movies in here,” he said. “Looks like a movie studio.”
“We do some recordings, yeah.”
“YouTubers?” Ronald asked.
“No, not—it doesn’t matter, does it?” the man asked.
“Not at all. Just the lights and the camera over there. I’m not in here to tell my bosses. Don’t worry about that.”
The woman gruffed. “How long is this going to take?”
“Got plans? There’s a problem in the neighborhood. I just need to check things before … I don’t want to mess up the rest of the building.”
The woman looked up to her man. “We got to get on, like, now, before all the viewers are gone.”
“We told you, man, we’ve been cleared. Now we got work to do. We’re in the middle of a show.”
The woman stood. The robe opened and flapped behind her as she walked to each light. She flipped on the blindingly bright lights and brought the camera on its tripod to the couch.
“We got to go on again—whether or not he’s here,” she said.
The man turned to Ronald.
“Yeah, you’re cutting into our time. Killing our numbers.”
“I’ll stay out of view and be quiet. Go ahead do what—whatever it was—you were doing.”
The woman flung off the robe. She was naked again.
“A little interruption,” she said into the camera. “We’re back though. I’m so in the mood. No one can stop me—even this power guy in the vest.”
When she said that, Ronald forgot about the power, the generator, the problems in the neighborhood, and his job.
Her breasts set so nicely, with her brown areolas set near the bottom of the relaxed breasts.
Her thighs were thick and she had a slight smile at the bottom of her belly. They all triangled her pussy.
“Keith, get over here.” Her forefinger wooed him over. “Pull out your dick. Let me get it back in my mouth. Back to business.”
Keith shrugged at Ronald. “Look around. We’re working here.”
She went to work on Keith once more. Her head moved back and forth. Her tongue flicked his tip and dragged along his length. She sucked on him in a passion, like she could never get enough and feared she might lose it at any moment.
There were pings from a computer in the room, off-screen. Ronald saw the wide computer screen. These two were broadcasting their fuck live online.
Ronald was dumbfounded. Power, in the neighborhood or anywhere else in the city, was not of interest.
Keith moaned his pleasure. He spoke coolly, encouraging her on and then dominantly ordering her to do what he wanted done.
Ronald’s fingers remained on the black cord running up the wall. His eyes remained transfixed on the pair.
Keith glanced toward their guest.
“You like this?”
Ronald awoke and got to work.
“You want some? To suck on some titties?” He grabbed the globes and pulled on the hard nipples.
“Ava always wants another mouth on her.” He urged Ronald over.
But Ronald waved both hands to say no.
“I’m working.” He tugged his florescent vest as a form of proof.
“Take off that vest, man. No one knows you. If you knew all the guys who would give their left nut to put these tits in their mouth.” He pulled her again, stretching the heavy flesh. “One chance left.”
Ave pulled her mouth off the long, hard dick.
“Come on. For me,” she said lustfully.
Ronald knew it wasn’t smart. It would essentially get him fired from his job.
Ava lifted both of her tits and squished them together. She flashed her seductive eyes and then clapped those tits against the other.
“They’re yours.”
The pings on the computer sounded off, double and tripling in speed.
Ronald saw the work truck on the street with the people crowding it. His job. His work. But only a minute or two?
He shed the vest and knelt before the woman. The flesh was as doughy as the nipples were hard.
Ava’s arms encircled his head, as if protecting him from harm.
Ronald could not get enough of the luscious flesh. He sucked and nibbled. She jumped and yipped several times. He thought she may have been encouraging him on, but, because of her arms and the craziness of his mind, he never truly heard. All he knew was the steady and fast pings on the computer.
He backed off her to catch his breath. He lifted the tits with his own hands. She was gazing at him.
“They good?” she asked.
He nodded and gobbled the tit that had received less attention.
She widened her legs to let him slide into the center of them, so he wouldn’t have to lean over her thigh for the breast.
Ronald eased in the comfort of her legs, a safe place, despite his job being in jeopardy.
He leaned into her body to suck her tits.
Her fingernails slid through his hair. They tugged his ears and massaged his neck.
Her hands moved off him and Ronald felt her sit upright against him. There was a new sensation. He realized Keith was over him while Ava sucked his dick again.
The three were entangled in a cramped menage á trois.
Ronald dragged his fingers to her back and onto her ass—at least as far as the couch cushions would allow. She was fleshy and ideal for squeezing.
On his knees, he shuffled back in order to get his face into Ava’s forgotten pussy. Keith resettled on Ronald’s neck.
The pussy was hot and wet. The scent of wonton sex was intoxicating. He lanced his tongue into her. He then swooped it around—up one side and down the other.
The pinging continued on the computer, nonstop.
Keith back up, and she urged him to his feet. His face was sweaty, and mouth was sticky with sex.
“Take out your cock. Cum on my tits that you love.”
He did as told.
Ronald’s length was in her hand. Keith’s large dick was in her other hand. In a moment they were both in her mouth, heads bumping.
She could sense his exhortation. Ronald was close to the end. She started a fast stroking. Her hand had a furious grip on him. She dragged her hand along its length and then attend to just the reddened and bulbous head.
“On my tits. Got it in you? Give me a load!” she growled.
Ronald’s ass tightened as he tried to hold back. She let go and raised up her tits.
He took over the stroking. In a moment, he heaved and hissed, feeling that wonderful sensation rising up.
“Get… ready… now,” he said.
She raised her big tits higher. She was giving him a tray on which to lay his load. And he did.
He shot a heavy load of cum on the top, near her collar. The second shot landed at the upper edge of her areola. A last bit of jizz dripped onto the edge of her nipple—a perfect hit.
She let it dangle there.
“I know you liked it,” she said.
He nodded and scooted out of the way. Keith took his place before her face.
Ronald packed himself away and, as he zipped up, he hoped no one at the company would ever know. He closed the apartment door to let the couple finish their broadcast.
Returning to the utility truck, his partner asked where he had been.
“Checking on a place upstairs. It has power when the rest are out.”
“It took that long?” he asked.
“Said they had a solar-powered generator. I had to go to the top to confirm. It took a little longer than I expected.”
“We got the fix in the truck. Headquarters called to note the issue.”
“Then send me back up and I’ll install it,” Ronald said.
In the basket again, he watched Ava and Keith. They looked to be sprawled out on the couch, tired.
Once at the telephone pole’s height, Ava came to the window—this time in her robe. She waved. Ronald nodded his hardhat.
She then dangled his florescent vest from her middle finger.
She slid it on and turned. The company’s logo was plastered on the back. She walked out of sight.
In a half-hour, the neighborhood had power once more. Lights brightened windows. Busybodies had gone inside. No one was on the stairs. No kids shouted or jumped rope. No boom boxes blared, and no residents complained. The street was quiet, as usual.
As the utility truck’s engine grumbled to a start, an exterior apartment building door opened. Keith brought out the vest to Ronald.
“Leave no evidence behind,” he said.
However, they both knew Ronald had left plenty of his personal evidence upstairs. He knew, though, that he shouldn’t leave behind any evidence of the power company.
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