"Don't get in the way, you hear me, I'm telling you," the skinny tall man picked up his coat as the nice but plain looking woman fussed round trying to help him, "Get off woman, now you understand?"
The woman smiled nervously, "Yes, yes I understand," her fingers went to her lip nervously touching her mouth, mean while he buttoned up his coat, "I don't want to hear that you have been talking or distracting them in any way, they are doing me a favour,"
The two workmen busied themselves unpacking the materials as the woman put rubber gloves on and ran water in to the sink, she muttered to herself, "Honestly I do understand."
The two men tried not to look as he stood beside his wife, "You better understand and I better not hear anything or you'll get another taste of Saturday night only this time I'll mean it," one of the men couldn't help but notice how the woman whinst when her husband squeezed her arm.
He looked at the workman, "Bob, Terry, thanks again, I'll see you in the pub around 8 tonight, settle up then, O K?"
Bob nodded, "O K, no problem," he turned and gripped the door handle but before he turned the handle he looked back at them, "And take no nonsense from her, she will chatter all day if you let her but that's nothing that giving her a good clip, I can't put right."
Grinning at the two men he left. She busied herself washing the breakfast dishes as the two men moved their kit in to the front room. As Terry put the piping down he looked at Bob, "You know she ain't a bad looking woman, wonder what got her stuck with a nasty shit like Charlie Carpenter?"
Bob was busy with a tape measure, "Some woman like to be dominated, and I'll tell you this I wouldn't mind clipping her one."
Terry put his hand up the chimney, "Oh yes, nice body, good tits, shapely ass, take those glasses off and she would scrub up nicely, shit that's not, it fucking is."
Bob looked at him, "What the fuck are you on about?" Terry pulled his arm out pulling a large ball of wadding with it, he did the same again and pulled out more, "You know that borrowed flue that pratt's paying us to fit, well there is one up there all ready, the fucking thing was stuffed up by this."
Bob grinned, "Oh dear, so if we hide our pipe then we can do nothing all day and that cunt can pay us."
Terry smiled, "Why not?"
Just as they started to hide their pipe the woman came in, she caught the pipe sending it clattering to the floor, Bob panicked, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Her head dropped, her hands went to her mouth again as she blubbered, "Oh I'm so sorry please forgive me, please don't say anything, promise me you won't say anything, I'll make us a cup of tea, oh I'm so sorry," she all most bowed as she backed out of the room.
Bob watched her go, as she shut the door, his head slowly turned to Terry, "She's scared shitless, we could do anything if we put a mind to it."
Terry looked up at him, "And as it's going to be a long boring day, would help pass the time."
Bob smiled, "I'll keep her busy you lose the pipe in the back of the van."
Bob waited close to the door; he heard the handle turn and made his move. As she pushed through the door he bent down, she never saw it coming as she tripped over him; the tea cascaded all over his back.
The howling and pain was worthy of an academy award, the woman almost passed out with shock, the word sorry kept repeating out of her mouth, Bob carried on, "Jesus your old man warned us about you, you wait till we see him."
The woman was shaking, "No, no please I'll clean it up, are you burnt, is there anything I could do?" those last five words were just what Bob wanted to hear, "Yes there fucking well is, where's your bathroom?"
Still playing the indignant fury Bob marched past her and up the stairs; she hurried behind still being apologetic. Bobs eyes caught sight of the bedroom to his left as he followed her directions to the bathroom.
Once in there he pulled off his shirt and slung it on the floor, then he did the same with his trousers making no move to close the door, she stood out side.
Bob bellowed, "You, what's your name," a little muted, "Pauline," came from the outside, Bob was loving this, "Get in here and take these clothes and wash them, you can't expect me to work in them can you?" he heard nothing, "I said can you?"
She stepped around and in to the bathroom, her hands again in that characteristic position at her mouth a sure sign of domestic servitude, "No, no, I'm sorry, I'll do them right away."
As she bent and picked the buddle up she pulled them to her, forcing her breast's up, Bob stared as the two creamy globes rose to the top of her dress, he could have dived his mouth in to the cleavage there and then but she turned and hurried down the stairs.
A quick wash and the sticky tea remains were gone. Bob, in just his boxers looked out the bathroom door, down the stairs and saw what he wanted to see, nothing, so he moved in to the bedroom.
He looked around the smart room, the big double bed seemed to take over everything; the posts at each corner and the bar that joined them top and bottom made it look massive, he struggled past the bottom of the bed making for the tall set of draws beside the small dressing table.
He stood silent for a moment, still no sound from downstairs so he opened the first draw, nothing of interest, blouse's, jumpers etc, then he moved down, tights, slips all boring, he moved down again.
As he pulled the next draw open he giggled, "Oh yes, you dirty little bitch," he pulled out a peek a boo bra, sexy panties, suspender belts, and nylons, he pushed around and found more, the draw was full of the sexiest underwear he had only ever seen in Penthouse.
He heard some movement on the stairs, he quickly opened the bottom draw, he stared at boxes, pictures of sex toys plastered on them, he was imagining what was in the box's when Pauline called out, "Bob, Bob where are you."
Bob was about to move when he heard Terry, "You lost him love, he must be some-where what do you want him for?"
Bob heard her stammer, "I, I have his shirt."
He shouted so both could hear, "In here,"
A second later Terry pushed her through the bedroom door, "Here he is," he smiled at him, "What you got there mate, change of clothes?"
Pauline looked in the same direction, "Oh no, please no, you mustn't."
Bob stood up, naked but for his boxers and that left nothing to the imagination of the other two that he was getting a hard on, he dangled a suspender, panty set off his fingers.
Pauline dropped the shirt and tried to get around the bed but Terry was in the way, "Please, stop no, put them away."
Bob laughed at the panic in her face, "No, this is fun, are you wearing something like this now?"
Terry was deliberately getting in her way as she shouted at him, "No, no of course not, I only have to wear them for my husband, please put them away."
Bob's left hand sneaked back in the draw and pulled out the peek a boo bra, "What do you think Terry, be a interesting chat with Charlie, what do you think he will say, me in my boxers and his Mrs showing us these skimpy undies, must tell him how we liked the pink bows"
Pauline stood still, her face a picture of panic, "No, no you wouldn't, you couldn't."
Terry winked at Bob, "Well we might not tell him if we saw you in them," she looked open mouthed at him, "Oh come on just a little fashion show for us no harm it that, after all its your fault we are in this mess and it wouldn't do for Charlie to find that out."
Pauline rung her hands in desperation, "You, you promise you won't tell anyone, I have your word?"
Bob smile grew across his face, "My word is my bond, what about you Terry?"
Terry mockingly put his hand to his chest, "Not a word to a sole, cross my heart," he looked over to Bob, "Pick something real nice for the lady."
Bob rummaged in the draw until he found a black pair of high cut pants, a black and red suspender belt, he still had the black peek a boo bra; the next draw had some seamed stockings, he took the packet out and threw the whole lot across the bed.
As Pauline bent to pick them up Terry said, "With all this lot there must be some high, high heels somewhere."
Turning to the wardrobe Bob opened the door, he caught sight of something in the corner of the robe but choose to keep it to him self; there at the bottom were a pair of red ankle strapped high heeled shoes, the spiked heel was silver and they were, as expected very high, he picked them up and turned, "Now I thought Charlie was a kinky bastard but these are the business."
Bob loved the look of total embarrassment on Pauline's face as he watched the smile on Terry's face widen as he helped her reluctantly pick up the sexy bits of lingerie.
She almost ran to the bathroom, Terry looked at Bob and thrust his hips back and forth, Bob waved his hand and whispered, "Take your time, we will have some fun with her but first lets play her in, like all good anglers never loose the catch when its this close to the shore."
Bob was looking down at the toy draw, he bent and picked up a box, there was a picture of two long rubber cocks bending out of a bulbous end, one cock fatter than the other, "Bet that makes your eyes water?" When suddenly they heard, "You promise now, you just want to see me in my Saturday night stuff and you won't tell on me?"
Both men waited, the anticipation killing them when Pauline walked in, the sharp intake of breath from Terry was almost deafening, it was Bob who couldn't help but speak, "Fucking hell, I knew she would scrub up fucking gorgeous."
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