Erotica
Screw the Working Class
a blue collar woman is pleasured by her rich boss
Tammy tapped on the beige door. Her tool bag twisted in her hand. There was no way out of this pain in the ass.
“Service call. Maintenance.” She knocked louder with a sigh.
“It’s open,” came a reply from within.
She opened the door and stepped inside the apartment of the most beautiful man in the world. He hated her, and the feeling was entirely mutual after months of bullshit. But the maintenance job at Avery Towers paid better than anything else..
“Mr. Von Clarke, what’s the problem?”
Every week something was less than perfect in his place, and despite his utter disdain for her, he also insisted she be the one to address each issue. Problems never repeated, so it was not her workmanship.
“Faucet in my master bathroom.” Emphasis on the word master. Yeah, Trenton Von Clarke considered himself king of the world.
“I trust there is no one in your bedroom this time.” She once entered to find a naked blonde in his bed. More than she wanted to know about his extracurriculars.
“Just you in a minute.” Her head snapped up, and she met his dark glare. Heat flooded her, chased by a shiver.
