“Damn this slow sink!” Ashton said, stomping her foot as if that would hurry up the draining water. Ashton was already having a bad day, and a slow draining bathroom sink wasn’t helping matters. She had gone to a party the night before and came home only to pass out on her bed without setting the alarm clock to wake her the next morning. And now she was running late for an important meeting for a modeling job she really wanted.

Ashton Lane was a professional erotic model. She had been on the cover of a couple different small time men’s magazines and did a few low-budget porn flicks. She was looking to make a name for herself in the porn industry and get to work with some of the bigger names that she had seen videos of.

Ashton had always loved sex and was very promiscuous; as far back as she could remember, she was a wild child and boys were her main weakness. She lost her “cherry” at an early age and had never slowed down. And despite her amorous nature getting her in trouble at school many times, she was able to finish high school and graduate - a feat both her parents were more than a little astounded at.

Ashton went into the next room and called the condo office from her bedroom telephone. “Hello? Is this the office?” she said when a woman answered the phone.

“Yes it is, can I help you?” she said.

“Yes, This is Ashton Lane. My bathroom sink is stopped up and I am late for an important job interview. Can you send someone right up so I can get it fixed and get to my interview, please?” Ashton told the woman.

“I’ll see if I can reach the super and let him know about your sink. Which apartment are you in?” the woman asked.

“I’m in apartment 6C, just off the elevator to the left,” Ashton said.

“Very good, and what number can he reach you at?” the woman asked. Ashton gave the receptionist her number and hung up. Then she got on her cell phone and called her agent to let her know about the problem.

“Hi Angie, listen I am having a problem here with my apartment plumbing. I have the super coming to check it out, but I’m afraid that I won’t make the interview for this modeling job. I really want it though – could you please call them up and see if they will reschedule? I want this job and I will meet them at any other time. Please try to convince them to give me another chance to interview,” Ashton said.

“I’ll see what I can do. Good luck on your plumbing issues,” Ashton’s agent said.

“Thanks a lot, Ang ... you’re a dear!” Ashton said and hung up. She hoped that the people doing the interview would give her another shot. This was a good job and would go a long way towards giving her reputation in the business a much-needed boost, not to mention another good payday.

Ashton changed clothes from the short, sexy form-fitting black mini-dress she was planning on wearing to the interview, to her more casual grey jeans and white top. She decided to keep the stockings and her heels on, she was planning on going to the store after the super fixed her plumbing since she missed the interview anyway.

Ashton fixed herself some breakfast and ate, hoping that the food would help settle her stomach a little. I really overdid the partying last night! she thought to herself. I probably should slow down one of these days! Of course, she was only fooling herself – Ashton had no intention of slowing down anytime soon. She liked the party life and she liked being part of the action. She craved attention and she didn’t care if it was from the men or the women – she was just as comfortable with either sex.

She also didn’t limit herself to one partner or even one at a time. She had been in straight, lesbian, threesomes, foursomes, and even a gangbang or two. She had roleplayed as a whore, a naughty Catholic schoolgirl, a sex slave in BDSM scenes, the sexy secretary, and even as a baby girl. Anything that at the moment sounded sexy and fun she was up for! Ashton Lane was a slut and she was proud of it!

Ashton finished her breakfast and put the dishes in the sink. With one plugged sink, she didn’t want to risk running any water for fear it would back up and flood someplace else! She wished she could take a shower, but she decided to wait until her sink was fixed. So after breakfast, she sat down to watch some television until the super got there.

It was about a half hour later that there was a knock on the door to her condo. Good, he’s here! she thought to herself and went to the door. She peeked through her door’s peephole viewer just as a precaution – a girl in her line of work learns quickly to be careful.

Standing on the other side of the door was a young man around twenty-eight or so Ashton figured. The regular super was considerably older. However, this young man did have a large toolbox in his hand and she was expecting a repairman.

“Hello? Who are you please?” Ashton said through the intercom under her peephole.

“Hi, I’m David Conners. I’m the new super. You called about a clogged bathroom sink?” the man on the other side of the door said.

Ashton opened the door. “Hi, come on in. It’s the bathroom sink off the bedroom. Follow me,” Ashton said. When she turned around she had a huge grin on her face. This new super was a hunk and she was very glad now that she had missed her interview!

“What happened to the old super, Mr. Wilson?” she asked as she led the new man through the apartment.

“Oh, he has retired and moved to Florida ... I guess he has a sister down there,” he said, as they walked into the bedroom. “Right over here,” she said, showing him the offending sink. He sat his toolbox down on the tile floor and opened the vanity doors to crawl in and have a look.

“Well, I can see one problem right off the bat. Your P-trap needs to be replaced. It’s nearly rusted through. I’m afraid if I mess with it too much, I will crush it! How long have you lived in this apartment?” he asked.

“About four years now,” she said.

“I see. Well, this is going to be a little more involved than just snaking your drain to clear the clog. If I tried snaking it with that rusted P-trap, I would probably punch a hole in it right away. So I will have to replace it and then we can see what we can do to get the drain cleared,” he said.

“Oh damn! How long will that take?” she said.

“About an hour if things go right. If it gives me trouble taking it off, it might take longer. It’s been on there a long time, I’m afraid. But the good news is that I have the parts downstairs in the maintenance room, so I don’t have to go to the hardware store to buy them. That will cut the time down some,” he said.

“I guess I don’t have much choice. Okay, do what you have to do. I need to have the sink working,” Ashton said. Ordinarily, this would be have been a terrible inconvenience for Ashton, but with this very attractive man doing the work, she didn’t mind so much!

“I will go down and get the parts I need and be right back. Should only take a few minutes to gather what I need,” he said, standing back up.

“Okay, I will be here,” she said, walking him to the door. Once he had left she closed the door and watched through the peephole as he went to the elevator to head downstairs. When the elevator door closed Ashton turned around leaning back on the door, fanning herself.

“Oh my God!” she said aloud. “He’s gorgeous!” Ashton’s mischievous mind began working ... she was going to get this guy out of her bathroom and into her bed! She just needed to figure out how to do it!

David was gone for about ten minutes before Ashton heard another knock. This time she didn’t preview who it was through the peephole before opening the door – her excited libido had replaced her caution.

She opened the door and walked behind David this time, her eyes firmly locked on his as in the tight jeans he wore. He didn’t see it, but Ashton licked her lips as he walked through the apartment. When he got to her bedroom and walked past the bed, she almost stumbled, picturing her in bed with him.

Let him get his work done, Ashton ... then you can reward him! she thought to herself, trying to calm down and not let on what she was planning.

As David got his tools out and began to get busy, Ashton tried to be cool and nonchalant. “Well, I’ll let you get to work then. Call me if you have any questions or anything,” she said, hoping her shaky voice didn’t give her away.

“Okay,” he said, keeping his attention on his work.

Good, he hasn’t noticed how silly I am being! she thought as she turned to go into the other room.

The way the apartment was arranged, Ashton’s dresser was out of sight of anyone in the bedroom’s half-bath. So while David worked under the sink with his head in the vanity, Ashton rummaged through her dresser drawers and got out some of her favorite lingerie. Then she went into the main bathroom down the hall and proceeded to prepare his “reward”.

Ashton got out of her jeans and white pullover blouse, and then put on her tiny black g-string panty and her sheer black bra. She was glad she had decided to keep her stockings and heels on –it made the transformation a lot quicker.

Once dressed, she went into the kitchen, keeping an ear tuned to what was going on in the bathroom. She didn’t want him to come out for some reason and see what she was doing. Fortunately, he was keeping busy working on her bathroom sink and she was able to work without being discovered.

Ashton poured a couple of glasses of wine and put them on a silver serving tray, taking the tray into the bedroom. Then she went into the half-bath and, after checking her makeup and her outfit, she was ready for the reveal.

“So how is it going under there?” she asked.

“It’s going okay. I’ll be done in a little while,” he said.

“Well, I brought in a couple of drinks, if you’d like to take a little break,” she said. David slid out from under the vanity cabinet and saw Ashton in her new attire.

“What the...” he said, as he looked up. Ashton stood there dressed in her very best lingerie, looking every bit the erotic model and centerfold she was. She had a mischievous smirk on her face – a “well do you want to play or not?” look that was inviting and yet impatient.

“Take a break and come sit with me for a bit, won’t you?” she purred, tracing the top edge of her sheer bra with a long red fingernail. David stood up and she smiled, taking his hand and leading him the few steps to her bed. He saw the two glasses of wine sitting on the tray. She offered him one as he sat down on the edge of the bed and she took the other.

As they sipped their wine, Ashton began asking him about himself. “So David, how long have you been the super here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around too much. But then I’m not always here – I go on a lot of shoots in different places. I don’t know if you were aware of it, but I am an erotic model, so I go wherever the shoot is.” she said.

“I’ve only been the super here for a couple of months. I’m still getting to know the people in the building slowly. I thought I recognized you. I’ve um ... seen you in a couple of magazines,” he said, suddenly feeling very self-conscience. He looked down and was a little embarrassed that he admitting seeing her that way.

“I see. So, tell me, David ... what did you think? Of me – how did you like my pictures?” she asked smiling broadly now that she knew she had him at an uncomfortable disadvantage.

“Of course! You’re beautiful! And those pictures were smoking hot!” he said, adamantly.

“Aww, thank you, honey!” she said with a big smile. “It’s nice to have fans ... especially strong, handsome, hunky fans like you,” she said, placing her hand on his thigh just above his knee. Then a wicked thought entered her mind and she began slowly sliding her hand up his thigh.

David froze, not knowing what he should do in this situation. He watched her hand as it crept close and Ashton watched him for a reaction. Her hand kept moving higher and higher ... eventually, it reached his crotch and she lightly brushed her fingers across the huge bulge that had risen there. She slowly ran a finger around and over the lump with just enough pressure so he would barely feel it.