The Handy Man – No job too Big by buckkelly
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They hired me to fix there house, I fixed there marriage , I pulled into the small driveway. I looked around. The Royals lived in a nice neighborhood. I got a call from them last night before I went to bed. Mrs. Royal best friend – Mrs. Diane Smallwood. Gave her my number. I just got done remodeling the Smallwoods house. I did some small repairs around there old house. I fixed up the spare bedroom. I remodeled another room into a new baby room. Mrs. Smallwood is expecting any day now. I originally was called to put on a small wooden back deck in the back of there house They loved my low rates and expert service. That was close to 9 months ago and 5 remodeled rooms later.
I tucked in my tight black wife beater shirt. It molded over my athletic 6ft 4inch frame. I put my tape measure inside my front pocket on my knee length tan cargo shorts. I had a new pair of tan work boots on. I fixed my short hair as I opened the driver side door. I walked up to the front door.
I knocked twice before I saw the door knob turn. “Good morning sir. You must be Mr. Kelly?” said a male voice. I tilted my head down. There was a young man standing in the door way. He was maybe 25. He was about 5ft and weighed about 100lbs. “I’m Sam Royal. This is my wife. Alice.. Alice!! Where are you? The handy man is here. Hurry..” said Mr. Royal. He moved. I then heard some wooden clogs tap on there new wooden floor getting closer. “Hi!” said a very pregnant woman. She was holding the door knob with her left hand. Her right hand was on her hip. She was wearing tight white booty shorts, that were two sizes to small on her thick thighs and huge ass. She was wearing a tight purple halter top. It had a big scoop in the front. Showing off her extra, extra large breast. I could see her cheetah print bra trying to keep her huge breast from flopping out of her halter top. She had a big gold hoop belt that fit tight around her perfectly round stomach. It matched her small gold hoop earrings. Her dirty blonde hair hung down to her shoulders. She had fiery red lips to match her long finger nails. I glanced down to see her toe nails were painted red. She was wearing 4inch cheetah print wooden clogs. I smiled.
“Hello..Nice to meet you. You have a very nice house.” I said. “Come on in honey. Don’t be shy. We don’t bite. Any trouble finding the place?” said Mrs. Royal. “No!” I said. Mr. Royal closed the door behind his wife. He then lead us into there living room. “How’s Diane? We heard she is do anytime now. I can’t believe there having a baby. We thought they had given up. With Mr. Smallwood shooting blanks. Listen to me. Gossip Gossip. My husband calls me the gossip queen.” said Mrs. Royal. I smiled. “Your right. She is do anytime now. There suppose to call me when she goes into labor. I’m there emergency contact. So what are you folks looking to do with your new house?” I said. They smiled. “We were hoping you could fix a few loose doors. Maybe remodel the kitchen and our master bath. We also love to add a hot tub out back next to our new pool.” said Mr. Royal. “Sounds good. I could do all that with no problem. Can you give me a tour of your house?” I said.
I spent most of the tour staring at Mrs. Royal big ass, and huge breast. If her husband knew me. He would have never invited me inside. We finished back in there living room. “When can you start?” said Mrs, Royal. “Any time. When are you do? If you don’t mind me asking.” I said. “I’m do in about 4 months. About half way now.” she said. I smiled. “Wait! How much is this going to cost. I hate to ask. But I have a new job. Want to make sure we stick with in our budget.” said Mr. Royal. “Good thinking.” said Mrs. Royal. I put my hand to my forehead. I knew the job was going to be easy. Might take me a week tops. But I had to see how far I could take it. I had to figure out a way to get into Mrs. Royal tight booty shorts. Her cheetah bra was looking straight at me. “Mmmm.. There’s a lot of work to be done. Maybe 30 thousand for the material. Maybe another 30 for my expert craftsmanship.” I said with a big smile.
“What?? Wow that allot!! I mean, we already had another handyman gives us a quote. He was 6 times cheaper than you. He could do it for less than 10 thousand.” said Mr. Royal. “Hmm. He’s probably not as good as me. Sometimes the lowest bidder is not always the best. What if he leaves in the middle of the job or takes your money and never starts the job. Plus it might cost more to repair his work.” I said. “Mr. Kelly we talked to the Smallwood. They said you were great and had very reasonable rates. Your prices seems a little high.” said Mrs. Royal. “Mmmm. You can’t put a price on peace of mind. You will never have to hire anyone to redo my work. Plus Mrs. Smallwood would never steer you the wrong way.” I said.
I watched as Mrs. Royal talked to her husband. He kept looking up at her. I do the whole thing for free if I got to see her naked. I smiled as she shook her finger in front of her husband face. She then looked over at me. Her husband stopped talking. “Mr. Kelly. Is there anything we can do to lower your rates? What did Diane have to do? I know her husband is Mr. Cheap. When it comes to money. I’ll do anything for a cheaper price. This is our dream home.” said Mrs. Royal. I smiled. “The Smallwood fixed up a spare bedroom and let me live there. While I worked on there house. I got the work done much faster and I took some money off my original estimate.” I said. “We could do that. We have a big spare bedroom next to the master bedroom.” said Mrs. Royal.
I put my hand on the front pocket of my cargo shorts. ‘Did they do anything else to help get a better price?” said Mrs. Royal. “Mmmm…I don’t know. Have you ever done anything to get a lower rate on something?” I said. I looked right at Mrs. Royal. Her husband gave me a dirty look. “Let me think. I once got free cable and all the movie channels for free. I just started dating Sam. I was living on my own. Of course, I’m no longer a single woman.” said Mrs. Royal. “What?? Alice you never told me about this.” said her husband. “It was no big deal. We had not even gone on our 3rd date yet.” she said. I smiled. I had a feeling she was keeping more info from her husband. “What did you do?” I said. “Ok! Honey don’t be mad. It was very innocent. The cable guy flashed me his small penis. I than gave him a hand job. It was very quick. Maybe 1 minute at the most. He was over after 2 to 3 strokes. Just like you honey.” said Mrs. Royal.
There was a big smile on my face. I could see Mrs. Royal crack a smile. Her husband had a big frown on his face. “That is quite a story. Any more naughty stories?” I said. “Alice.!!! How could you?” said Mr. Royal. “I needed to pay the bills. I was young and broke.” said Mrs. Royal. “Was that the only time you have done something like this? Be honest with me….Alice!” said Mr. Royal. “Promise you won’t get mad… I once flashed the lawn boy. It was so innocent on my part. I forgot he was mowing the lawn. I fell asleep on the couch, naked. I woke up. He was starring at me through the double glass doors. Then he ran.” said Mrs. Royal. “That why he never charged us. Now he won’t mow our lawn. Alice your in big trouble. I can’t believe this.” he said. “Maybe he was scared you might beat him up. I’m sure it was not me.” said Mrs. Royal. “I’m sure it was not you.” I said. I was still smiling.