You show up at the Eta Pi house around 3PM, as agreed. When you arrive, you see that the work is already in full swing. The house is teeming with painters inside and out. Some look professional, but a good number of them look like college students tricked into it. Just like you.
You head up the steps and through the open front door, where you see the redhead Dana facing away from you and directing traffic.
It's unseasonably hot today, and Dana looks even more fabulous than yesterday. Her hair is tied up conservatively in a bun that time, heat, and sweat have begun to unravel. Fiery wisps of hair lick at her cheeks, and drape down the back of her slender, slender neck.
She has apparently surrendered her blouse to the sweltering heat. All she is wearing is a simple silk camisole that might be a bit too big for her: one strap has slipped off her shoulder and dangles off her upper arm.
She is wearing a skirt again, but this one is shorter and more sheer. Still, it's too warm for this weather, and the fabric, damp with sweat, clings to her perfectly round ass cheeks. You see no panty lines. She must me wearing a thong, because she just doesn't seem the type of girl to forgo underwear.
When she thinks no one is looking, she grips the hem of her skirt and fans her legs. You catch a glimpse of her naked butt, and begin to reconsider your judgment about her compulsion to wear panties.
You're now standing a few feet behind Dana, and she still hasn't noticed. You are debating whether to announce your presence when that bitch Loretta comes bounding in behind you, whining with that annoying Valley-girl lilt.
"Like Dana, why are all these dirty guys still here?"
Dana drops her skirt in mid-fan and whirls around to face the blond girl. She looks surprised to see you standing there too.
"Loretta, you know they're going to be here all week, and next week too," Dana replies with that same soothing, unctuous voice that she used to rope you into this job. "We'll be lucky if they're done by then, otherwise we'll all be out on the street. So be nice."
Loretta pouts and glares at you, as if it were all your fault. You can't help but look her up and down She may be a bitch, but she keeps herself in fine shape. She looks like she has just come back from a jog. Her lithe tan body is slick with sweat, her ass clearly taut beneath the confines of her skin-tight running shorts. Her limbs have not an ounce of excess fat. That distinction is reserved for her chest, which threaten to explode from her sports bra with enough volume for two girls her size. In fact, you doubt it is possible for nature to bestow such fantastic gifts to such a small girl. More likely, her assets come courtesy of some Beverly Hills' plastic surgeon.
Loretta huffs impotently at Dana and gives you a disgusted look before she bounds up the stairs.
"Oh, hey, it's you!" Dana addresses you for the first time. "Um..."
"," you prompt her.
"Right, , you're the one with the plumbing experience." Dana nods politely, then looks you up and down quizzically, and asks you, "Aren't you overdressed?"
You look down at your jeans and T-shirt, and shrug. "I guess it's a little hot, but..."
Dana interrupts. "No, I mean, you look overdressed for a guy who's about to crawl through a sewer pipe."
The expression on your face must say it all. Dana smirks, good-naturedly. "What, did you think you were going to just waltz in here and 'clean our pipes'?"
She says, "Come on, the contractor will explain what you have to do. I'll introduce you." Taking you by the hand, she leads down the hall towards the sound of pounding hammers.
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