"Hello, Mrs. Barrett?" You call out as you slide the master key into the lock, turning it carefully and opening the door a small crack. "Hello, is anyone home?" You ask as you let the door swing open enough for you to poke your head into the apartment. "Mrs. Barrett?" You call out as you hesitantly enter the apartment.
"I'll be right there," you hear a voice call out from one of the back rooms. You gaze around the apartment, noting how nice it is compared to the barely habitable room you have. The apartment takes up one half of the fourth floor of the building and is split into several rooms. The entry way that you are now standing in leads into a living room that seems to be about four times the size of your entire apartment. You wonder where Mrs. Barrett has disappearred too when suddenly you see her crossing the living room towards you. "Sorry about that, since the sink clogged up, water is getting everywhere and I was trying to mop it up," she explained as she walked up to you. "I'm Victoria Barrett," she says smiling at you as she offers you her hand.
"Hi, I'm , the new super," you say as you take her hand. As you shake her hand you look her over quickly. She's tall and slender, almost as tall as your 6'3" with long dark brown hair that falls around her face in tight curls. She seems to be in her late thirties or early forties and rather attractive. "Sorry about yelling into the intercom like that," you apologize as you look at her. For being so thin she seems to have surprisingly large breasts, a fact emphasized by the tight white shirt that she's wearing. You ogle at her toned body for a few seconds before you realize she's standing in front of you, seeming to wait for something. Was she waiting for a response to something she had said while you were preoccupied by your lecherous thoughts of her body? You try to think back but you can't recall what was the last thing said before your attention was drawn to her bosom. Shaking your head, and hoping inwardly that you hadn't missed anything important you ask "Now where's the sink that's clogged, Mrs. Barrett?"
"Oh, please, , call me Vicky, almost everyone does," Mrs. Barrett says with a smile, looking at you in an odd way. "It's in the bathroom, follow me," she instructs you as she turns suddenly and crosses the living room. You hurry to catch up with her, your eyes straying to her shapely ass as she walks in front of you. The sway of her narrow hips is so hypnotic that you almost walk into her when she suddenly stops and turns toward you. "So what do you think?" She asks you, as you quickly tear your eyes from her body to look her in the face.
"Huh?" You ask, cursing yourself for not paying attention to whatever she had been saying.
"The sink," She says gesturing through an open door looking at you as if you're a moron. "Do you think you can fix it?" She asks doubtfully as you step past her into a large bathroom. The large porcelain sink is full of soapy water that has splashed over onto the countertop and dripped onto the floor. |