On The Job by BMYJC | SlutteryTales

ON THE JOB

CHAPTER 1

My name is Warren. I am 50 years old. I'm an electrician and work for myself. I also have a young man named Henry helping me who wants to learn the trade and go into business for himself later on, also. He is 20. I am married to a lovely lady named Whitney. We never had children.

My wife and I were washing up the dishes one evening after supper when my work phone rang. I answered it and a man introduced himself as Delbert Simmons. He said a friend of theirs had given him my number and gave me a very high recommendation. He said, "My wife and I are wanting to add more lighting in a couple of rooms and also some outlets and lighting in the basement as we intend to convert it into a family room. Our friend said you did some work for them and did an excellent job and were reasonably priced. I was wondering if you'd be interested in taking a look and giving us an estimate."

"Sure. I'm almost finished with the job I'm on right now, so I'm looking for the next one. I can come out Friday if that suits you."

"Yeah. Friday will be fine. I'll be at work during the day if that's when you come. My wife will be here and I'll be home about 5:30."

"Yes, it would be during the day if that's okay."

"That's fine. Sherry knows what needs to be done. She can show you what we want. It's kind of up to her anyway."

"Okay. Give me your address and I'll be there about 10 AM if that suits. And can I ask who referred me?"

"10 AM is fine." He told me who referred me and I told him I remembered them well. And that they were very nice people. Then we ended the call and I told Whitney that it's amazing how things work out. I had been worried about where I might find some more work after finishing the job I was on and here it is, turning up without me even having to go out looking.

CHAPTER 2

Friday morning I got Henry started on what needed to be done and went to look at the new job Mr. Simmons had called about. It was across town in a pretty upscale neighborhood. The house was pretty big and looked to be fairly new. The yard was very well maintained. In fact, there were a couple of people there mowing, trimming, and mulching. When I rang the doorbell a lady of about 45 or so answered and I told her who I was. She said, "Come in and have a seat. Mrs. Simmons will be with you shortly."

"Oh. You aren't her?"

"No. I am Lucinda, the housekeeper. Mrs. Simmons is dressing. She won't be long. Can I offer you something to drink? Coffee? Or something cold?"

"Coffee sounds wonderful."

"Very well. Have a seat and I will be right back with it." I looked around the living room as I sat waiting. It was quite a nice house. And nicely furnished. It appeared that the homeowners were pretty well off. Lucinda came back with my coffee and said to make myself comfortable.

As I was sitting drinking my coffee I saw a lady enter the room whom I assumed was Mrs. Simmons. She asked, "Mr. Wentworth?"

I stood up and extended my hand. "Yes. But, please, call me Warren. And you must be Mrs. Simmons."

"Yes." After shaking my hand she said, "Please. Sit. And you can call me Sherry. Lucinda, could you bring me a cup of coffee and refill Mr. Wentworth's?"

Sherry was a very pretty woman. Probably about 40, nice figure, brunette hair tied up in a bun on the back of her head, about 5 foot 8 or so, and nicely dressed. She wore black, silky looking slacks and a baby blue blouse. Earrings, a necklace, and 3 or 4 rings, as well as a couple of bracelets on her wrists. Which all looked quite expensive. She appeared to be a very elegant, classy lady. I appreciate the beauty of women and I always check them out, right or wrong.

She sat and we made small talk for a few minutes. About the friends that had referred me, where I lived, how I came to be self-employed, and such. I told her they had a beautiful house and a lovely yard. She said, "Thank you. Lucinda keeps the house very nice. She's been with us for about 5 years now. And we have a lawn care company take care of the yard. We bought this place 5 years ago when Del got promoted and transferred here. He's the vice president of Amwell Enterprises." I won't go into detail about what that is but it explained why they had such a nice house in an upscale community. And a housekeeper and a lawn care company.

Then we talked about the work they wanted done. She showed me the rooms where they wanted to add some lighting, where they wanted to change a chandelier, and where they wanted a couple of outlets added. Then we went to the basement and she showed me what they had in mind there. I made some notes and told her I'd be back in touch with an estimate at the first of the week. Then I went back to help Henry finish up the job we were on.

I called the Simmons' phone number Monday morning about 9. Lucinda answered and I told her who I was and she said she would get Mrs. Simmons. When she answered I said," Good morning, Mrs. Simmons. This is Warren Wentworth, the electrician. I have an estimate ready for you."

"Good morning Mr. Wentworth. And I told you to call me Sherry."

"Very well. Sherry. And I'm Warren."

"Good morning, Warren. Now that we've got that out of the way, what have you got for me?"

"If it's okay, I'd like to come out and discuss this with you a little."

"Of course. You mean right now?"

"Yeah, if that's okay."

""Sure. I'm here all day."

"Great. I'll be there in 30 minutes." When I got there Lucinda let me in and went to get Sherry. She came in dressed in white slacks today and a green blouse. Some jewelry but as much as last time. Today her hair was tied back in a ponytail and it hung down to about the middle of her shoulder blades. We sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and I showed her some fixtures in a catalog so she could pick out what she wanted. And she showed me what chandelier they wanted.

I added up the cost of the fixtures and the chandelier. I had already figured the time it would take and the labor. I said, "Well, it looks like it's going to be in the neighborhood of $6000, give or take a little depending on the current price of the fixtures. And the chandelier will have to be shipped in, so there's a little added cost there. So it may vary a couple hundred dollars one way or the other."

"Really!? That's nowhere near what we expected. We thought it would be $10,000 or more, which would have been fine."

"No. If you went with one of the major contractors it probably would be that much. But I don't have the overhead they have so I can do it a lot cheaper. But it does take me a little longer because it's just me and my helper. If you need it done quickly you may want to consider one of the others."

"Oh no. We're in no rush. I mean, we want it done before Winter, but it doesn't have to be done in a week or anything. And we like to support the local businesses."

"Good. Then if you're okay with the price and the timeframe I can get started right away."

"Sounds good. Whenever you're ready."

"Great. I can start tomorrow if that suits you. I will warn you, there's going to be some dust from cutting into the drywall but we'll try to be as neat and clean as possible."

"That's okay. I expected that. If necessary Lucinda has a sister that comes and helps her sometimes. I'm sure you won't be too messy and between the two of them they can get it cleaned up. And, yes, tomorrow is fine."

"Great. I'll pick up the fixtures and get the chandelier ordered today, and I'll see you about 8:30 tomorrow morning. Is that too early?''

"Not at all. That's perfect."

CHAPTER 3

The next day Henry and I showed up at the Simmons' at 8:30. Lucinda let us in and we carried our tools and stuff in to start in the den. Mr. Simmons came in and introduced himself. He said he was going in late today. He wanted to meet me and my helper and make sure everything was lined up. I told him it was and thanked him for calling me. He appeared to be several years older than his wife. Probably in his sixties I guessed. I guess that's what money will do for you. After talking for a few minutes he left to go to work. Sherry came in about 9 and said, "Good morning, guys. Do you need anything? Breakfast? Coffee?"

"Good morning, Sherry. No, we're good. Already had breakfast, and I brought a thermos of coffee with me. But thanks."

"No problem. Just holler if you need anything."

"Thanks. Will do." Today Sherry was wearing a skirt. This was the first time I had seen her in a skirt and I couldn't help but look at her legs. It seems my eyes just automatically go there. The skirt wasn't short, it came to her knees, but she looked good. It was dark green and her blouse was white. I watched as she walked away.

We had been working a couple of hours when Lucinda came in carrying a tray with muffins and tea. She said, "Mrs. Simmons said to bring you guys a snack. I'll just sit it here on the table."

"Thank you. That wasn't necessary, but it looks really good." We both got a muffin and a glass of tea. We sat down to eat and drink. As we were just getting started working again Sherry came in. She had changed clothes and was now wearing a red dress. It was low-cut enough that I noticed a little V of cleavage between her breasts. The blouses she had worn before were loose fitting and I had not noticed how nice her breasts are. But now, with the tighter fitting dress and the cleavage showing, I saw that she had quite a nice rack. Not huge, but more than a handful. And her butt looked pretty darned good, too. It did in the slacks she wore before, but this dress showed it off even better. And her legs below the dress looked quite lovely, too. She had a black belt around her waist, and wore earrings, a necklace, bracelets, and rings on her fingers. All in all very lovely.

She asked, "How you guys doing? Everything going okay?"

"Oh yeah. Just fine. You look very nice. Going out?"

"Yeah, actually, I am. I'm going to have lunch with a girlfriend. Lucinda can fix you guys some lunch when you're ready."

"Thanks, but that's not necessary. We'll run down to McDonald's and grab a burger."

"Nonsense. Lucinda's already cooking. She said it'll be ready about noon."

"Okay. Thank you. Enjoy your lunch."

"Thank you."

Tuesday Henry and I were working in the master bedroom upstairs. They wanted 2 more outlets added and the ceiling light and fan replaced. About 11 Sherry came in and said, "I'm sorry, but I need to get some clothes. Something came up and I need to go out. I'll just grab some clothes and shower in the downstairs bathroom. Again, I'm sorry to interrupt you."

"No problem. It's your house. You do what you want. We'll just slip out to the truck and get a few more tools we need. You take your time and do whatever you need to do."

"Thank you."

Henry and I got a few tools from the truck, then went back in to work. Henry had to go back out for another tool we forgot. While he was out Sherry came back in. She had a towel around her head and another one around her torso, tied above her breasts and hanging down to a few inches below her ass, leaving a pair of long, gorgeous legs bare beneath. "Sorry. I forgot something." I watched out of the corner of my eye as she opened a dresser drawer and pulled something out. She held it up and said, "Can't get dressed without these." She was holding up a pink bra and panty set. "Well, I guess you could, but I usually don't. She left then to get dressed downstairs. She came back one more time before leaving to see if we needed anything. She had been wearing a pair of red and white, loose fitting slacks. The kind with big legs. Almost like the old bell bottoms. And a pink blouse. She always dressed nice, even at home. She had changed into a yellow skirt and a white blouse. Again the skirt wasn't short but I couldn't help but look at her legs as she walked away. Her hair now hung loose around her shoulders, where before she had it up in a bun on the back of her head. I must say I much prefer a woman's hair down. She got in her Mercedes and left after apologizing again.

We finished in the bedroom and were cleaning up and getting ready to go when Mr.Simmons got home. We talked a little bit then headed out.

CHAPTER 4

Friday Henry was working in the downstairs bathroom changing out the lights. I was installing new lights and a camera on the front porch. Sherry came home from being out somewhere and had another very pretty woman with her. She introduced her as her sister Dolores. I said, "Pleased to meet you. I see beauty runs in the family."

"Thank you. And it's a pleasure to meet you, too." They went in and I continued working. I went around and entered the house through the back door to get to the circuit panel in the utility room. Sherry and her sister were sitting in the kitchen at the table and apparently didn't see or hear me come in. I tried to be quiet so as not to disturb them.

I was hooking up the wire for the new light on the porch when I overheard them talking. Not eavesdropping, but they were just in the next room, with no door to block their voices. Sherry's sister said, "That electrician is kind of cute. And he's got a nice body. If I weren't married I'd be all over that." That made me smile and made my ears perk up. I DO try to take care of myself. I go to the gym once a week and play softball on the weekends. I have short, black, wavy hair, about 6 foot 2, weigh 215, and usually have a scruffy beard.

Sherry replied, "Dolly! Behave yourself. But, yeah, I admit, he is quite attractive. But you ARE married."

"Yeah, but I ain't dead. I can look, can't I? And don't try to tell me you've never looked at another man."

"Oh yeah. I've looked. To be honest, I look quite a bit. I mean, I love Del and all, and I'd never cheat on him or anything, but I miss the sex life we used to have."

"What!? You guys don't have sex anymore?"

"Oh yeah. We do. But not as often, and it isn't like it used to be. I understand that Del is 63 years old and doesn't have the stamina he once had. But I'm only 42, still in my prime. And, well, I sometimes wish it could be the way it used to be. You know, sometimes a girl just needs a good, hard fuck."

Dolly laughed and said, "I'm sorry. I'd miss it, too, if Duke ever got to the point that he couldn't keep up. But I'm surprised to hear you talk that way."

"Well, it's true. You're fortunate. You married a younger man."

I finished connecting the wire and slipped out quietly so they wouldn't know I had heard. After finishing on the porch I went in to help Henry finish up in the bathroom. I told Sherry that I was finished on the porch and we'd be out of her way soon. She said, "Oh, you aren't in my way. Dolly and I are just sitting and talking."

Dolly said, "Yeah, don't rush on my account. You aren't bothering us."

"Thank you. I might even take my time. It's not often that I get to be in the company of 2 beautiful women at the same time. But it IS kind of distracting." After hearing them talking earlier I was flirting a little.

Dolly laughed and replied, "Well, maybe we should just let you hang out in here with us."

"As much as I'd love that, I guess I'd better keep working. I mean, after all, your sister hired me to do a job, not to sit and talk."

Sherry chimed in, "Don't pay any attention to my sister. She's just a big flirt."

"Nothing wrong with flirting a little. I enjoy doing it myself."

"I see that."

I went down the hall to the bathroom. I heard them giggling and talking but couldn't make out what they said.

CHAPTER 5

Over the next couple of days I got to know Sherry a little better as we talked. She worked out or jogged at home several days a week. She looked pretty darned good in her yoga pants and tank tops. Her hair was always in a ponytail when she worked out or ran. Depending on where we were working in the house I sometimes was able to catch part of her workout. Bending, squatting, sit ups, push ups, leg lifts, and running in place. Some of these positions looked quite sexy, or made her boobs bounce. I tried to make it a point to pass through or by the room when she was working out. I flirted with her a little along the way, also. All in fun, of course. I didn't expect anything to come of it as I had heard her tell her sister that she'd never cheat on her husband. And I was faithful to Whitney. But I had to admit that our sex life wasn't all that great anymore, either. She had had a miscarriage about a year ago and it seemed like she had lost interest in sex ever since. We made love about once a week now but it didn't seem like her heart was in it.

And it appeared as if Sherry was doing a little flirting of her own. She started coming into where we were working more often. Under the pretense of checking to see if we needed anything. Or to bring something to drink, or just to check on our progress. She had always dressed nice, but now it seemed like she was dressing in sexier stuff. More skirts and dresses, and they were shorter. And shorts. And tighter blouses, sometimes with a button or two undone at the top. She started standing closer, and touching my arm when she spoke. She always wore perfume and smelled heavenly. One day she came in wearing a short, black skirt and a tight, grey pullover top. She asked, "Does my hair look better up or down?" It was up at the time and she took the tie loose and shook her head to make it come loose and fall around her shoulders. She said, "Del likes it up, but I prefer it down. What do you think? I just need somebody else's opinion. I'm trying to change the way I look a little."

I couldn't help letting my eyes roam up and down her body, even though I was supposed to be looking at her hair. She looked amazing. I said, "You don't need to change a thing. You look beautiful. You always do. But, to answer your question, I guess I'd have to say I prefer it down. It's all a matter of personal taste, though. You look really elegant and classy with it up, but sexier and more down to earth with it down. And your hair is beautiful. I think it shows it off better down."

"Thank you." She put her hand on my arm as she spoke. I watched her ass swaying as she left the room.

She came back about an hour later. I was down on my knees wiring up an outlet and didn't see her come in. She said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Warren, but can I get your opinion on my dress? I bought some new clothes and want to know how they look. I'm sorry. Do you mind?"

I turned and looked up when I heard her speak. I eyeballed her as she finished speaking. She was wearing a knee-length black dress. It had a split up the side and the way she was standing with one knee cocked out showed a fair amount of thigh. Her blouse was sleeveless and had a V-neck, showing just a hint of cleavage.

"Mmm. Very nice," I told her. "You look great."

"Thanks. I didn't mean to bother you."

"No bother at all."

I watched her ass again as she left. In a half hour or so I heard, "I'm back. Sorry to be such a bother, but can I get your opinion again?" I was kneeling installing another outlet, and when I heard her and turned the first thing I saw was black high heels. Then her legs. A long expanse of long, luscious legs encased in black stockings. Then up to her skirt, which was shorter than any I had seen her wear before. It was red leather and ended about 10 inches or so above her knees. I tried to raise my eyes and took in the mounds of her breasts under a pink tank top. It was low cut and showed a fair amount of cleavage. She turned so I could see the whole outfit. Her ass jutted out and looked incredible. I let my eyes wander down her legs and back up. I saw a red bra strap around her back where the tank top didn't cover it. In that tight, low cut top I saw that she had very nice breasts and I wondered if she had had a boob job. At last I found my voice and said, "Wow! You look amazing. But you always do. This is quite a bit different from the way you normally dress. At least what I've seen, anyway. You always dressed... classy, I guess is the word I'd use. And you looked really beautiful. This is a lot more... shall we say... sexy? Why the big change? If you don't mind my asking."

On The Job

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