I had just moved into my new place in a large apartment complex. What with the moving expenses, new furniture, and some minor repair costs, I was living fairly low budget. The building was in good repair, but not exactly upscale. There were a few damaged walls and a slight odour, but nothing I couldn't fix myself. I had just moved in a week before and had yet to meet any neighbours or my super, although that was soon to change.
I was only about half unpacked, with a vague idea where my furniture was going to end up, but boxes were still littered around the apartment. Although the plumbing had been fine the first few days I had started to notice a drop-off in the water pressure in all the fixtures. I wasn't overly concerned, it was a big building, but I figured I should call down to the super and ask about it. I spoke to him on the phone, and he said he was busy but would make a trip up to my 9th floor apartment later in the day.
Well, as I should have guessed, he didn't show up that day. I was a bit peeved, but figured he'd get to it the next day and went to bed. I awoke, unhappily, to realize that my water was now totally off, and I wasn't able to have a morning shower. Unwilling to show my face in public, and increasingly unimpressed with the super, I sat near the door drumming my fingers waiting for him to show up and fix it. Three phone calls and 2 messages I left went unanswered.
As I waited impatiently, I heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. I rushed to the door and peered through the peephole, spying a large, burly man in a blue shirt that said 'Joe's Plumbing' on it. My temper now flaring as he meandered his way down the hall past my room, I yanked the door open, and he turned around to face me with a start.
"In here!" I exclaimed, "You're supposed to be fixing my plumbing! How long do I have to wait for you to get around to it?" I was being more of a bitch than usual, but the stress of moving, and waking up to no washing water really ticked me off.
The big guy just stared at me in confusion for a moment and I saw his eyes drift up and down, taking in my body. Oops. I had forgotten to get dressed for public since I didn't shower that day. I was just in my sleeping clothes, a tight little pink t-shirt and some fuzzy red booty shorts. While somewhat revealing since my 36 D's weren't strapped down with a bra, I hardly thought I looked very sexy, my unwashed hair a mess, and what I consider to be my too big thighs and butt awfully evident. My anger began to fade and I blushed under his scrutiny. He finally spoke and broke the silence.
"Well okay little lady, lead the way."
I turned and led him into my apartment, very aware of his imposing size. He looked tall and powerful, like a strongman rather than a sculpted bodybuilder. His mere presence exuded a manliness that I found both attractive and in this case, a bit disconcerting as he entered right be hind me. He was very close and I could smell his manly scent; the scent of a working man. I was very aware of his close proximity and could almost feel his eyes follow my butt as it wiggled a bit while I walked. I got very self conscious and grabbed a robe as I passed my bedroom door.
As I started to wrap the warm thick robe around me, I was startled by a very strong hand on my wrist. I gasped slightly and turned to face the man who was now gently but forcefully pulling the robe from my grasp.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, my voice cracking a bit with my anxiety.
"I wanted to see more of the bitch who thinks she can order me around!" was his reply.
He casually tossed my robe to the floor and pulled me closer to him, leering now at my body. I tried to push him away, but he was far to strong, and my feeble shoves actually brought a smile to his lips.
He pushed me back against the wall, and held me there. Again he didn't hurt me, but he was forceful enough to let me know what would happen if I tried to struggle too hard. I whimpered slightly and asked what he wanted from me.
