“Yes” Dillon answered, offering her his hand. “I don’t think we were properly introduced the last time we met.”
“Oh really?” her boss asked, dismissing the entire thing. “Well, just the same, we have to talk about the Fritz mansion.”
“Apparently Mr. Dillon here says he was very impressed with how quickly you were able to sell his property.”
His property? The words stuck in her head. She looked over at him and he just smiled knowingly.
“He insisted on meeting you to thank you in person” her boss continued.
She looked up and his eyes were dancing, “I would like to take you to dinner,” he suggested casually. “The last time we met, we didn’t have a chance to talk about how we are going to move forward” he said with a wink.
She smiled as she realized his meaning “I would love that,” she answered.
As he smiled at her she realized her life would never be the same.
Built Big
Megan sighed with frustration as she sat in her oppressively hot kitchen and looked at her watch. She had been waiting nearly all day and the electrician still hadn’t arrived.
She considered calling Chris again, but finally dismissed it as a bad idea. After all, he was the one who had gotten her into this mess! When he offered to rewire her AC for a six-pack of beer, she thought she was getting a bargain. But after she saw his work, she realized she had overpaid.
The AC turned on, but it shut off at random intervals and half the time it blew warm air. Even worse, he actually ran the wires on the outside of the wall. She had never seen anything like it. Finally this morning, she had tried to fix it herself, but that only made matters worse. Now the AC wouldn’t turn on and there wasn’t any power in the bedrooms or the bathrooms.
She sipped at her ice water sullenly as she realized just how bad things had gotten. When she bought the huge house, she moved in thinking it would be her dream home. As costs mounted, she realized it was turning into a nightmare. It seemed like every time she tried to do something herself to save a few dollars the problem would only get worse.
Now, she had been waiting almost the entire day and was just hoping this repair would be affordable. When the bell finally rang, Megan jumped to her feet and nearly ran to the door.
When she opened the door, she was surprised by the man on the other side. His biceps stretched the too-small T-shirt to its limit. His broad chest tapered to a flat stomach and powerful legs. Megan took a deep breath and for a moment forgot what she was doing.
“I’m Brian. Did you call about an electrical problem?” he asked with a charming smile.
“A what?” she said, her mind not working quite right after that smile. She stared into his light green eyes and idly wondered what it would be like to run her fingers over those large muscles.
“Your electric,” he asked simply, with a confident grin, “is it broken?”
Suddenly Megan felt incredibly foolish as she realized how she had been staring. She wondered what had come over her. She gathered herself together and opened the door wider.
“Yes, of course, my electric,” she stumbled, “the problem is outside,” she said as she pointed to the back door.
He smiled again, and Megan nearly melted. When he walked through the house Megan couldn’t help watching him. He body was all strength and sinew. She found herself wondering if all of him would be that big and hard and then caught herself.
She led him outside to where the air conditioning system was sitting and he looked it over quickly.
“Wow, who did this?” he asked with genuine surprise.
“I had a guy hook up the AC yesterday.”
“Well, if you have his license number, he could probably be thrown into jail for this.”
Megan smiled weakly. “Well, no, he was just a friend.”
He continued to stare at the mess “and why did he pull the wires out of the wall?”
“Well,” she added her cheeks flushing, “I actually did that part this morning when I was trying to fix it.”
He looked at her and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”
“What do you mean?” she asked with surprise.
“The thing is, I’m not supposed to touch a problem this bad. Electrical work of this magnitude requires a permit from the city. But after that you can probably get it done for under a couple thousand dollars.”
She was still thinking of how long it would take to get a permit when she realized what he’d just said. “Wait, a couple thousand dollars?”
He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the exposed wires. “These wires aren’t even rated to carry this much current and will need to be completely redone. If your guy used that grade wire here, I’ll need to re-check the entire house and that isn’t cheap. When people cut corners like this, people can die. To be honest, I’ve done electrical work for years and I have never seen a mess this bad.”
Megan was overwhelmed by the enormity of the problem. She leaned back against the wall of her house, slid down to the ground and put her head in her hands. She was out of money, she was out of credit and her house was about to spontaneously combust.
“Isn’t there anything you can do?” she asked looking up at him, “I just don’t have that kind of money. Is a permit really necessary?”
“Look, I would love to help out, but, I could lose my license,” he said seriously, looking down at her.
Tears began forming in her eyes and she looked away. “What am I supposed to do?” she asked, more to herself than to him. The silence hung between them.
“Sometimes you need to be creative,” he said pointedly.
“What do you mean?” she asked, looking up with hope in her eyes.
“Just how much do you want my help?” he asked suggestively, his thumb casually resting inside the waist of his jeans.
She felt a surge of hope and looked up at him.
“Well, I don’t suppose anyone could blame me if I helped out a close friend” he said.
Megan looked at him in confusion but suddenly realized what he meant. Butterflies ran through her stomach and her mouth dropped open.
“No, I can’t,” she started and corrected herself, “I mean, I won’t,” she said more firmly.
“No problem. Just trying to find a way to help,” he said simply and he turned away and started to collect his things. “Remember to shut off the electric as soon as possible before this thing starts a fire. I will report this to the city tomorrow morning so they should be by later in the week.”
Megan looked down, realizing the severity of her situation. She hated the idea of trading herself like this, but she didn’t see any other choice.
“No please, don’t leave,” she said still sitting on the ground, “Please, I’ll do anything if you will help me.”
He walked back over and stood in front of her, his eyes locked on hers. “Really?” he asked looking down at her.
She gulped and wondered just what she had gotten herself into. “Yes.”
“Then show me. Unzip my pants.”
Megan eyes opened large with surprise but raised herself onto her knees obediently. Her head was now directly in front of the large bulge in his pants and she just stared, hesitating.
“Well, should I go?” he said.
“No,” she said quickly and swallowed hard. “Please don’t.”
Her hands slowly moved up to the top of his stomach, touching hard muscle along the way. She undid the button slowly and took a deep breath as her fingers found his zipper. She could feel him beneath her hands, his cock, large and hard and wondered what he would look like. As she undid the zipper, she realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and tingles ran down to her stomach.
She pulled the zipper down all the way and his large member jutted free. She looked at his hard cock with surprise as she realized just how thick and long he was and felt her panties get damp. She had never seen a man that big before. She found herself wondering what a cock that large would feel like inside her and her pussy muscles contracted tightly.