It started with an innocent enough comment from someone on Twitter:
Well, the AC man is due here any minute. Guess I better put some clothes on. Damn
— Sensual Sammie (@SammieSC2) October 8, 2014
I of course had to respond:
— Jayson Dean (@jaysonfdean) October 8, 2014
@SammieSC2 You might have inspired me to write a new short story. ;)
— Jayson Dean (@jaysonfdean) October 8, 2014
And so here is the story. If you like this story and want to see more that I've written, I have actually created a collection of my previous erotic shorts called "Three to Tango." It's available for your Amazon Kindle e-reader or if you have an Amazon app for your smartphone or tablet. You can purchase my book here.
Service Call
It was the last service call of the day for me, and what a day it had been. It was approaching 5pm and I had been working 10 hours straight. Apparently everyone’s air conditioning decided to go out today in the middle of an early fall heat spike. And when you live in Las Vegas, it’s easy for your air conditioning to get overworked and give up the ghost at any time—especially at inconvenient times.
I pulled up to the house, grabbed my clipboard and toolbox and hopped out of the truck. I double checked the address against my call sheet as I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. I stood there, waiting. Nobody came to the door. I rang the bell again, a little more impatiently this time.
I couldn’t believe my luck. “The perfect end to a hellish day,” I muttered to myself. All I wanted to do was go home, take a shower and have a beer and some dinner. I rang the bell one more time and knocked twice.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” I heard a voice say from behind the door. I looked down at my clipboard to check the name of the customer. The door opened a few seconds later.
“Hi, Miss Baker? I’m Quentin from Southern Nevada HVAC Repair. I’m here to check out your system….” I said. My voice trailed off as I looked up from my clipboard.
