Lymon Dake felt an admixture of humor and worry as he went to the door. Who could be by so early and unannounced? He felt thankful that he had at least gotten in his shower and was reasonably presentable in robe and sandals.
"Good morning! We understand you just moved in?"
He blinked hard. "Why, yes."
"We're a welcome wagon. Welcome to the neighborhood!"
Now this, Lymon figured, was very interesting. The two ladies on his doorstep appeared to be in their twenties yet might be secretly a bit older. For not so long after the crack of dawn they were well made up, coiffured, and dressed. They were also each holding up a pie.
Lymon always approved of pie, but he was frankly a little more interested in how snackable the ladies themselves looked, all curvy and brick-house-built in their clingy dresses.
"We brought you something we hoped you might like," said the first one. "May we come in?"
"I guess so. I'm Lymon Dake."
"I'm Erin."
"I'm Erika."
"The kitchen's down there, maybe you could leave those on the table." He stood out of their way.
He felt like a bit of a heel, but he checked out the friendly strangers as they came in. They moved very nicely, very smooth and fluid and wriggly. Damn, but this neighborhood was starting to look good.
"I'm impressed," he confessed as they set the pies down. "Pumpkin and strawberry. Both with whipped cream. And they smell so fresh. That's a mean trick. Those are both very seasonal pies, they're not always easy to make."
"You're a pie aficionado, Lymon," teased Erin.
"We saw an opportunity, so we decided to jump all over it," added Erika.
"I've got to get you something. Sparkling water? Juice?"
"Beer or wine will be fine," assured Erin.
At this hour? He was getting more intrigued by the minute. The occasion seemed to call for wine, so he poured three glasses and brought them out to the living room.
"So, Lymon, what do you do?" There seemed to be a slight smirk behind Erin's question.
Don't get paranoid, he counseled himself. "I work for Purple Scimitar."
"You don't seem like the usual boring bureaucrat," Erin pushed.
"And what do you ladies do?"
Erika exchanged glances with Erin, then, "We're housewives."
He was impressed. Who owned up to that nowadays? "Hey, if that's what you like, more power to you."
"It does get kind of boring," Erika sighed.
"So, where do you like on this street?"
"Oh, we're not from around here," said Erin.
"That's right. We both live several blocks away. In fact, Erin and I only met a few nights ago."
That made a little sense to Lymon. It did not seem likely that he would land plunk down directly between two such hot women. That they might be the sexiest girls to be found for several blocks around appealed more to his sense of statistics.
"I feel honored that you know about me at all," he confessed.
You have HERO insurance, don't you, Lymon?" Erin asked point blank.
That seemed a bit personal, but he played cool. "I do."
"So do we," said Erika. "HERO alerted us to your moving in."
"I had no idea they had that service." Suddenly he didn't mind his premiums quite so much.
"Lymon, listen, we're sure you're a great guy and everything, but the fact is that we're over hear because we know what you do for Purple Scimitar."
He stared at Erin with a sinking feeling. "You do?"
"We know you're a Sex Plus worker," said Erika.
"I don't even know what that is." It seemed a bit silly at this point, but he was technically obligated to deny any rumors.
"Lymon ... Erin and I have seen you in action."
He sat back, suddenly feeling a bit like he was playing chess.
"Sex Plus work is a confidential but legal service."
Erin laughed. it was a silvery laugh and in spite of himself he lightened up.
"We're not here to blackmail you, Lymon. At least, not much." Erin crossed her legs, permitting a glimpse of thigh. "Erika and I can use your services."
"There's an official way of signing up," he explained as gently as possible. "Did you say you were housewives?"
"Yes, well, so long as you don't go running to tell our husbands everything, neither will we." Erika summed up the naughty proposal with a broad sweet sunny smile.
"Look, at some point you're just going to have to sign up the normal way, and I look forward to that. But I really do appreciate this visit."
"You doing anything today, Lymon?" There was a distinct glint in Erin's eye.
"I've got things to do."
Erin stood up.
"Can we be two of them?"
Lymon was impressed as Erin unhitched her skirt and let it fall off her silky legs, leaving her in skimpy lacy panties. He considered it unusual for a woman's strip show to begin below the waist rather than above, but he had no complaints.
"You've got me really, really, really looking forward to our first session, but ... "
Dayum! he thought as she pulled her blouse off. Her rack was already impressive, but even more in just a bra.
"The rumor is that you're a notorious boobhound," Erin teased softly. "You can't help yourself."
Her bra fell away and Lymon suppressed a whimper of awe and desire.
"If you need me for anything, I'll be upstairs in your bed."
As Erin left, he turned to Erika. "And what are you going to do?"
"Moi? I'm going to come up and watch you two! Lymon, I'm totally hetero, but even I have to admit how hot Erin is. You know you've got to hit that!"
What a blessed time to be alive, when women could be so forthright, Lymon mused. As he went up the stairs, Erika right behind, he was struck by an irony. The origin of the name of the insurance company was absolutely dull, Health Employment Residence Optimum, only yielding the acronym HERO out of sheer blind coincidence. That morning, however, he would need to summon his own inner HERO.
Sun Jun 07 04:26:07 2020