It was early in the morning, the sun had barely risen on the cold day, but Calvin had already had a hell of a fight with all the dumping that the tenants thought they could get away with. Dumping things which easily fit in the dumpster was one thing, but dumping a perfectly fine bookshelf like he just dealt with was another. After a good hacking with a hammer, he was off to his tiny closet office to take a quick break and maybe warm off.
Trudging his heavy boots down the hall, he adjusted his brown baseball cap as he saw another piece of garbage just laying in the hall. Although it was a rather nice building, he had a bit of a problem with finding cans and bottles laying in the halls, and his boss would give him hell if there was even a speck was found which didn't belong. Reaching over, he picked up the sickly pink bottle and gave a swirl. The liquid which laid inside looked like it hadn't even been touched and yet laid there wasted.
Looking around for any witnesses, he made the split-second decision to take the bottle for himself. His actual apartment was way worse than these units and if they wanted to waste alcohol like this, they should have to pay for the consequences right? They didn't really tip around here, even during Christmas time, so he felt like this was an early present to him, or perhaps payment for having dumped that furniture before.
He placed the bottle on his tiny table which laid in his office and gave himself a well-deserved rest on the wheeled chair. Opening his thermos, he poured out a still piping hot cup of joe into a stainless steel cup and tiredly looked at the steam rise from it. Giving the bottle another look, he looked at the booklet attached at the top.
Change your life with P.L. and forget your troubles.
WARNING: Do not heat P.L. and do not put it in the freezer, or in direct sunlight. Do not mix with water. Do not consume more than 3 glasses a day. For refill information, please go to www.P.L.cum.
“What a crock of shit...” he said, the insecurities of being single at 31 rushing into his head. He considered that the woman reading this vomited, and the boyfriend was forced to throw it out. At least he was pretty sure no one would miss the bottle.
Now Calvin was a professional at whatever he did, and considering drinking on the job was not a thought he ever even wanted to entertain. However, the more he looked at the bottle, the more he just desired to do what the booklet said. He worked hard so early, and he would do anything to forget any troubles which could arise. What could a little Irish in the coffee hurt anyways?
Popping the cork with incredible ease, he found the apparent wine inside was as pink as the bottle, so he braced for a sweet twist to his black coffee. Taking his first sip of the cocktail, he was pleasantly surprised at the subtle taste it added, just a slight fruity kick to give the cheap coffee a more expensive scent and taste.
He mused back, embracing the buzzing which immediately entered his head. He nodded and hummed at himself for the good decision and properly relaxed while giving his phone a little look. The old blackberry thankfully gave him little fuss at the moment as he checked the Toronto Maple Leaves' stats for last nights game. It was the start of the season and they hadn't gotten their shit together yet again, but he would never truly admit that, cursing that he had to miss last night's game on the TV just for this early morning job.
His mind began to wonder, dreaming of simply a better world for himself when there was a quiet knock on the door. He tried to not curse loudly at the disturbance, and slowly got to his feet. Turning the cold metal knob, he was greeted by a warm sight. Right in front of him, a hot wet messed dripped onto the carpet.
“Excuse me, sir?” The young woman looked at him with big eyes filled with curiosity and respect. She was soaked from head to toe, messy black hair tangled and hanging over her gorgeous face, “My shower is broken... No hot water and terrrible water pressure.”
She obviously just came from her apartment, quickly throwing on a white Marple Leaf's jersey and just that, the shirt hardly even went past her mid-thigh. Calvin rubbed his head, it was difficult to act professional or even usual with such a erotic scene laid out in front of him. She was a gorgeous babe, and hopefully she could appreciate the effect this look would have on people.
Calvin tried to push back the heat he felt in his cheeks, “Yeah... Just let me grab my tool-bag and I will follow.”
“Oh thank you so much sir!” She beamed at him, like she was trying to melt his heart, “I will totally make this up to you soon!”
“No need... 'tis my job.” He tried to play it off as cool as possible.
Following her sexy, dripping body, he was inside unit #412's bathroom in no time. He dropped his bag, and knelt over to search through it, he couldn't help but feel the short young woman's gaze tight on him. He gave her another quick look up and down. She looked some kind Latina, he wasn't well traveled but he guessed Central America? Like below Mexico but not South America. He just loved her bright green eyes which were amplified by how big and cute they were, “So... What's your name?”
Looking down at her feet shyly, her toe made tiny circles on the floor, “Maia.... What is your name sir?” She saw him as authority figure, unlike every other tenant and he loved that. He continued to fumble into his bag, looking for a wrench to make it appear he knew more about what he was doing, when suddenly the woman giggled, “Wow that is a big tool... I bet you have a lot of big tools though!”
Was this girl flirting with him? “Calvin, nice to meet you Maia.” He cursed that he didn't dress up a bit more, maybe give a better first impression for this hot Maia babe. He turned the tap on, which turned on normally with normal pressure. He gave it a couple more tests, but it seemed to be working perfectly which would have been a fact which annoyed him, if it wasn't Maia who told him to look at it.
Before he could say another thing though, Maia had slammed the door shut and gave him a big hug, “Oh my god you fixed it! So fast too!”
He hadn't done a damned thing though, was this girl that dumb? He took advantage of her naďvety and rubbed her back, “Um no problem? I mean it was just a simple fixing of... a quarter-inch... micro... screw...”Nailed it
She looked back awestruck, “Wow you must be good! I didn't even see you remove it!” Her cheeks blushed as she bit her lip, “You know its a silly question...” She reached at the bottom of her jersey and slowly pulled it over her head, letting her fit and glistening nude body to be soaked in by Calvin's bulging eyes, “... But you look a bit sweaty yourself and I was wondering if you would like to shower together Mr. Calvin sir.”
Trying to stop his left eye from twitching and his heart bursting, he just dumbly nodded, “Uh yeah sure sure! My schedule is free... You sure though?”
Just giggling she started the shower again, “Of course silly! You are so rugged and I love a man with a beard wearing flannel... But you also need a shower so take that dirty thing off!”
Calvin just stood there dumbly as she undid his red button-up shirt, never taking her lustful eyes off of him. What had he done to deserve such a blessing? Nothing even close to a moment like this outside of his browser history. Had his years of not going to church finally paid off? Or had that bottle been exactly what it advertised?
Either way, his observations of something odd going on were confirmed when he saw what happened next.
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