Vicki was curious,she didn't know why or what drew her to leaving the shop and heading right, instead of left and walking around the block , she wanted to see if Mr Painter actually lived there or was a contractor working in the area. It turned her on that he'd watched her from the window, her naughty sexual devil was intrigued to want to know more.
As she turned the corner, the kerb seemed littered with a string of cars like a taxi rank, halfway down the road and sitting higher than the surrounding cars was a van with ladders on the roof. Clutching her bottle she wandered down the road, the white van getting closer with each step, till she was virtually standing in front of it. It seemed too far down the road to be his, the house he was working in, she'd past a couple of houses ago, she knew by the horrible shade of green the window sills had been painted in. She read the sign writing on the side of the van
G.Proctor, Professional Painter and decorator, the font was done as if they had been brushed on. No job too small, free quotes and his number underneath.
It must be his she thought.
Vicki got her phone out and put the number into it, then walked back again trying not to look suspicious.
She opened Loads ndas front door and went in, putting the wine on the kitchen table then going up to her room.
Her curious mind got the better of her, she went to the window and stood just behind the tatty curtain, looking across the gardens to where he was working. No sign of him now, she went to dial them paused.
What are you doing? she muttered.
Go on dial it said the little sexual imp in her head,as usual he won and she dialed it, it was ringing, her heart beated heavy, why she didn't know but that imp told her to wait till he answers.
Suddenly a voice came on the line
Hello!!
Vicki paused, she didn't know what to say, then suddenly Mr Proctor if that was him, appeared at the window holding his phone to his ear.
Hello!! he said again
Oh er hi is that Mr Proctor?
She could see his mouth mime the words, Yes speaking.
It was him.
Er hi Mr Proctor my name's Vicki Williams I live locally and saw your van parked in the street behind me and it says free quotes.
Er yes that's right
Suddenly he looked over at her window, supposedly hoping it was her, Vicki ducked behind the curtain, certain he hadn't seen her.
Well I was wondering if you could come around and have a look at my living room it's looking a little tired and give me one, a free quote that is. She tried not to giggle.
Oh er certainly Miss, if you let me have your address I'll see what I can do. I'm busy this afternoon, would this evening around seven be alright?
Perfect!! She said in her sexy little voice
Vicki gave him Linda's address. And hung up, Mr Proctor looked over at her window again just making sure it wasn't the girl he was hoping for and she watched him switch his phone off.
Vicki felt that naughty streak running through her again, why Mr Proctor? Why some old workman instead of a handsome young stud that could satisfy her beyond her dreams, she didn't know, only that sexual devil that lived inside her could answer that. Maybe it was too easy, maybe she liked the challenge.
Linda finished her shift and arrived home,her tired weary body welcomed the invitation of a takeaway and something red and fruity to wash it down with, she went upstairs and showered.
It was six thirty and the doorbell went. I'll get it said Vicki, leaving Linda in her white towelled dressing gown and matching towel around her head.
Two meat madness pizzas and one garlic bread?
Thank you
Linda heard the door close and Vicki wander in with the boxes stacked on top of each other.
No you sit there! She went into the kitchen and grabbed two plates and some cutlery.
Hey can you imagine Charles sat here now?
I know laughed Linda, he'd have your guts for garters, they both chuckled.
Oh bollocks, I've forgotten the glasses.
Vicki came back in with the bottle and two glasses.
So what's this in aid of?
Well I've got a bit of a surprise!!
Linda's eyes lit up
What?
Were going on holiday!!
What? What do you mean?
Me and you
Linda looked puzzled, where?
CALIFORNIA baby!!!
What? When?
Next week.
But..but I can't I've got work
Oh no you haven't
Linda didn't understand.
I've sorted it
What do you mean?
I've sorted it, you've got two weeks off.
But..how?
Let's just say your nice boss Mr Lewis owes you.
What do you mean?
Oh Linda I'm not spelling it out, this weekend your going shopping for holiday clothes and when I get back I expect your case to be waiting, ready and packed and sitting by the front door.
Linda was stunned, so er when?
Next Tuesday!!
Oh god Vicki this is sooo exciting, her pizza nearly went on the floor.
Oh shit, your passport is up to date isn't it, I completely forgot
Yes, I renewed it when Keith left, was going to treat myself to a holiday but never did
Now you don't have to!!...tbc
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