Life in the City
Living the life of a bachelor comes with its own price. Especially if you are a young, well educated and with a good job bachelor who has recently moved from the rural area of Albuquerque, New Mexico to live in a penthouse in Los Angeles, California. I wouldn’t dwell on the beauty of LA in comparison with the rural life of New Mexico, but on the forces and temptations coming from all directions in to my abode in LA.
Life in LA was amazing and soon I was able to easily blend in and with no time, I started going out with co-workers on Friday evening for a night out. We would take shots of tequila and other drinks and the following morning, I would wake up with a heavy head due to the hangovers. I used to do my laundry on Saturdays morning, but the Friday religious partying(s) were not letting me have the energy to do laundry anymore. Having no washing machine in my house, I decided to engage the services of a laundry cleaner as she was a bit cheaper than taking my clothes to the numerous laundry cleaning agencies in LA.
That’s how I enlisted the services of Ms Lauren to help me with the cleaning. I really love her work because she is ever thorough and the best thing about her was that she didn’t look forward for a ‘bigger’ tip – 2 or 3 bucks just did the trick. She is in her late 40 or thereabout.
For the past two months after ‘contracting’ her for her services, she would come and just do the laundry and leave the clothes hanging in the lines and leave after pay. She usually noted the different ladies that accompanied me for a sleepover and I would read disgust in her face. This made me to drop the habit, because she usually made me feel guilty.
A Tempting Bounty of Luck
After the initial two months, she suggested that she would also be helping me clean the house. Within no
Things took a different twist three weeks ago after she had done with the cleaning. She suggested that next time she would come in the company of someone who would help her do the cleaning more ‘faster’. Whatever that meant, I had no problem with that as long as the fees remained constant and so was the quality of work. Next Saturday I was up to some surprise. She came in the company of a nice looking girl who was introduced to me as her daughter. You know how bachelors have a glowing face when they get introduced to 20 something girls. Through my infra-red eyes, I could see the curvaceous shape of her body. But I wanted to be suspected of nothing, so I tried my best to act normal, though I could tell that my facial expression was selling me out.
As her mother divided the roles for her, I could tell that she had a low ‘mileage’ – bachelors can easily deduce this by observing how a girl walks, sits among other factors. It’s just like reading an envelope before tearing its seal. I just wished I had her for myself, but there was a lot to respect, so I reserved my adulterous feeling to myself. Her mother directed her to clean the house and wash the dishes as she took care of the laundry. I was comfortable with that.
Satan is Bad
I sat went to nurse my hangovers in the sitting room watching Looney Tooney where she went ahead to clean the rooms. I could hear her pushing and shoving furniture as she scrubbed the walls. Soon she was done with other rooms and she came to the sitting room. She gently and politely requested me to move to one side of the room as she cleaned the other. As much as I tried, I couldn’t resist peeping at her swinging butt as she did the cleaning. She just swept me off my feet.
After she was done, she rearranged the room neatly and at one point I really blushed as she collected some earring and placed them on the table. She had the audacity to intermittently throw a glance at me when doing this thus making me feel guiltier. That’s why I will never accept any hoe to come to my place donning earrings. Wait, and also will not accept those who love leaving lingerie at my place.
She then went to the kitchen to do the utensils. After she was done she asked if I needed some coffee. Of course, it sounded a good idea. Some minutes later, we were in the sitting room together sipping coffee as we waited for her mother to finish the laundry. We had a casual talk, nothing suggestive until her mother was done. As she passed by us, I could see her smiling at her daughter and refused to know what was going on.
Then the girl suggested that she could pass by in the evening and press the clothes for me. What an irresistible offer. I obliged and gave her my number in case I decided to go out for an evening stroll. She did come that day and ironed the clothes and left then neatly arranged.
All that happened last week and throughout the week she would text me to say hi or wish me a good day. Tomorrow is Saturday and Satan has been tempting me all through the week. I want to maintain my chastity, but Satan has a way of winning corrupt mind. He wants me to make a move. But I still don’t understand if the mother has been all along trying to ‘gift’ me with her daughter. Let me wait for tomorrow, I hope Satan will be reasonable at least once in his lifetime.