Katrina had already been running that day, at a fresh five thirty in the morning before the summer heat had a chance to permeate through the air. Now the suburbs were sticky with humidity and the mid-afternoon air hung heavy, wearying her as she jogged through the bright, hot streets. Not the most sensible time of day for this -- but she had come out again anyway. The workmen weren't out at five thirty in the morning. They would be, now.
She had been running the same route in the afternoons for the past week, which took her past the house on Cherry Street where the builders were working. Big, bare-chested, broad-backed men, sweat glistening in the sun upon their beautifully-moulded, muscled shoulders. The enjoyable view made the heat rise inside her, to rival that already caused by the seasonal sun. They obviously enjoyed the view of her, too, from the wolf-whistles and comments that they directed at her lithe and leggy form as she loped past. It had caught her by surprise the first day, and awkward nervousness had lent her more speed as she ran on. But the nervousness had quickly transformed into excitement, and she had allowed the men much more of a view of her on subsequent days.
In her very early twenties, five foot nine inches tall with a slim and athletic - but still very feminine - frame, thick raven hair, big blue eyes and a flawless complexion, Katrina had been very aware of her own beauty for a long time. And she was not being subtle about flaunting it today. Black jogging pants covered her legs, but they rode low at her hips, exposing much of the bright pink thong beneath. A tight, skimpy tank top in matching pink clung tightly over a black sports bra. She felt very self-conscious, but she had been daring herself to do this all week. Would this be the day?
She reached Cherry Street, and neared the house where the builders were working. There were three of them in the front garden and two perched on the roof. She felt flushed with anticipation, still unsure of how bold she would let herself be. At the driveway where their big white van was parked alongside a skip piled with debris, Katrina stopped and bent down to tie the shoelace on her running shoe. She had paused at the last corner to untie it. The first of the men noticed her, and gave an appreciative whistle. She looked up at them all and gave them a big, warm smile, her blue eyes glowing bashfully.
"Babe," shouted one of the men, a handsome young blond."You look hot! Hoooh yeah!"
"When are you going to come on over and make friends with us?" another man called, bald-headed and leering. He beckoned to her. "You been teasing us all week -- we'll take care of you."
Katrina took a deep breath and licked her full lips thoughtfully. "I am kind of hot today," she replied. "I could use a drink."
The faces of the men lit up with big grins. They looked at each other, nodded. "We can take a break," said one. "Come on in."
The two men on the roof descended their ladder hastily. Katrina swallowed nervously as she walked up the drive and allowed the men to lead her inside the house. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought. "Just stay in control..."
The interior of the building was bare and undecorated. Several walls were still in need of plastering, and wires sprung out from unfinished electrical outlets. Dirt, dust and muck from the builders' boots was tramped all across the floors.
Looking around at the grimy mess, Katrina suddenly started to have doubts about what she was doing. "Umm... I'm not sure I should be in here... look, I'm sorry..."
"Aww come on now, don't go!" one of the men whined.
The handsome blond looked around him and an expression of understanding warmed his face. He smiled reassuringly. "It is a bit nasty in here, isn't it? Stay there -- I'll be right back."
Katrina watched him leave, then looked around at the four other men.
"What's your name, love?" one of them asked.
"Katrina... Kat. People call me Kat."
"Very nice to meet you, Kat. Do you... like to drink cream?" He smirked.
She smiled back. "Yes, I like to drink... cream."
"Do you lick it all up like a good kitty?"
She nodded slowly and managed to give him another sultry smile. He was tall with dark hair, and not bad-looking.
The blond man returned with some plastic sheeting. The others hurriedly helped him spread it over the floor. "A little better?" he asked.
She nodded again. She was still nervous, but the thrill of what she was doing hadn't left her. She knew why she was here. They knew why she was here. Despite that, there was still an awkward pause. Katrina looked down at the floor again and shyly started smoothing out a crease in the plastic with the toe of a running shoe.
"You know," began one of the men, "you have a great body -- why don't you show us a little more of it?"
"Yeah," another chimed in, "why don't you show us those pretty tits of yours? You didn't come in here just to tease us now, did you?"
Katrina took a deep breath and hooked her fingers under her tank top. She slowly lifted it up.
"Very nice. And the bra, baby."
