Upon the knock, you ask who is there. The voice says he is the handyman. You open the door, and a well-built man steps into the room, carrying many tools. You confirm the shower is giving you trouble, and he disappears into the bathroom.
You are glad all the equipment is turned off, so you look like a computer geek. You think you should have dressed a little more discrete. While you aren't stacked like Pamela Anderson, your breasts are tenting your top.
The handyman steps out of the bathroom, and tells you the problem is fixed. You walk into the bathroom, followed by the handyman. He tells you the shower head was clogged, and replaced it with a new one. He warns you the pattern is wider than a standard head.
You reach for the water control, and open it quickly. The handyman barely jumps back from the spray, which hits you strongly. Before you can stop it, you are drenched. Not thinking, you turn towards the door. The look on the handyman's face told the story. Grabbing a towel, you cover up, but not before he sees your nice figure through a transparent shirt.
After a moment, he quits replaying the scene, and asks if you have any other problems. You tell him you think you are fine.
Without hesitation, he says, "Young lady, you are fine. I wish you hadn't grabbed that towel so quick. If anything else breaks, please call the Front Desk.", as he walks out the door.
Alone, you unwrap the towel and look at yourself in the mirror. The wet fabric has molded itself to your figure, and see why he liked the view. You peel off the wet shirt and step into the shower, setting the water temperature. You stay in there for a long time, feeling the water run across your body.
Finally stepping out of the warm spray, you dry off and decide what to wear to pick up dinner. |