Four for the Handyman Ch. 03

Sleep wasn’t an option. I hurried downstairs before anyone could wake up, glad of the numbing cream on my raging shaft. The cool air and goofy bobbling were almost as effective at calming me down, though I swore my nuts had grown to twice their already swollen size, surely a figment of my imagination.

Suzy wanted a romance novel hero. As a handyman, I supposed I fit into a certain category there. I tried to remember what I knew of the genre, not terribly much as it turned out. I suspected that I’d have to rope her into a ‘situation’ where I could ‘take advantage’ of her… in my handyman role that is. I thought it might be customary to give her a couple of ‘warm-up’ scenes first, where I pushed her to near ‘bodice ripping’ then let her back out, leaving her gasping for more, yet letting her think she was in control.

But then, I couldn’t actually say I’d ever read a romance novel or not. Maybe I was thinking of the sex novels I’d read in highschool when regular porn was hard to find. I wanted to peruse her collection, see what she was into, but frankly, with Tatiyana’s side deal, and Marie’s ‘rule’ that I wasn’t to touch the other women until after I’d succeeded with Suzy, I was growing a bit desperate for a release. Reading a bunch of books would take days, particularly since I had only a few hours alone to do so during the week.

On the other hand, the trading clothes for nude cooking was coming along well. Of course, Marie, true to her word, no longer ate with us, since I was already pushing past her ‘limit’. Keeping the treasure chest well under wraps, that girl was. I had to admit it was working. I’d pretty much seen everything everyone else had to some extant or another, yet I really… I do mean REALLY… wanted to see what Marie hid under her short shorts and tiny shirts, or under her swimsuit. It had to be somewhat annoying for her, given this heat, to abstain from further swimming gatherings, though to be honest, they had never quite approached the level of the first one, either in teasing or exercise. Of course no one tried to get my Speedo’s off anymore, they were still on the grass somewhere. I’d have to pick them up before I mowed.

I debated waking the girls with breakfast, in hopes of tightening the deal, but really I needed the distraction of work. Mowing it was then. Besides, that would give me an excuse to be sweaty, and from there the chance to negotiate on being allowed upstairs for a shower despite Suzy’s almost forgotten rule.

It promised to be another hot day, so I stuck with my shorts and some sturdy shoes, nothing else. I knew the sound of the mower would wake the girls up, if not right away by the time I had finished. That meant they’d be wide-awake, instead of half asleep, when breakfast time came.

An hour later, with eggs and bacon sizzling on the stove I greeted the two women that I had expected to feed directly. Karen was already naked, I doubt she’d dressed since she came home from school the other day, honestly. Suzy had argued with her about the ‘nastiness’ of putting bare cooch to the hard seat of the stool, but had lost when Karen had started rolling her hips against it like she was going to get off on the seat.

Suzy was in a summer dress, easy on, easy off, she was learning. She pouted when she saw I was still wearing my shorts.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the naked cook?” she asked with a pout. I smiled, stirring the bacon a little. Hot grease and bare skin were a bad mix, so I cooked it lower and slower to keep the spitting to a minimum.

“I will be, once you’ve paid my price.” Was my reply, a very minor twist on the usual game, and a necessary one I thought. Suzy smiled back, reassured, quickly pulling off her dress and tossing it aside ready to take her seat. She was wearing matching undies, a little sexy, a little demure, though she’d trimmed her bush back since I’d moved in. No more peek-a-boo hairs sticking out.

“Ah ah!” I held up a hand. “Fair is fair, you’ve been getting off easy, young lady.” I told her. “Bra, now.” I snapped. She blinked, ready to balk. “Do it, or the shorts stay on and you have to cook your own breakfast.” I could have gone for the full Monty, I’m sure, but I was playing it easy. I had all day, after all… all weekend if necessary.

“Surely Karen is topless enough for both of us! She hasn’t wore a bra at all!” she wailed in protest.

“Actually, Karen is setting the standard YOU should be meeting. I’m going easy on you. You want naked cooking, I want naked eating.” She flushed until her face threatened to match her hair then reached, slowly, for her straps.

“Just the bra, right?” she asked for reassurance. I didn’t dignify a response. I’d relent, if I’d intended to push the issue I would have opened with that bid and negotiated from there.

The bra opened with a faint pop, her breasts springing free with a firm bounce. Her nipples were hard, no mistake, but I didn’t dare check for wetness yet. I wondered if I was on to something, however, if something about the tone of our deal just now hit her button, or if she was like the sleeping beauty upstairs, and got excited by being watched.

God her breasts were gorgeous, magnificent, glorious. Karen stared openly, envious, lustful… take your pick. Suzy raised a hand to cover them instinctively, then with some effort relaxed. She didn’t sit yet, probably wouldn’t until I doffed my shorts, and I estimated that if I waited long enough she’d drop her panties on her own.

Marie chose just that moment, as if summoned by Tatiyana’s earlier prediction, to walk up and take her seat, fully dressed, and slide her plate across the counter.

“Food’s ready.” She stated flatly, almost ugly in her voice, though she managed to hide it a little. “I’m bored with this game.” She stared me in the eyes, challenging me. Yeah… she wanted Suzy to stop being the cock blocking prudish V, but when I started to come out ahead she panicked… just as expected. She’d made a promise she wasn’t quite ready to keep.

Behind her Karen first stared daggers into her back, then, smartly, began pulling Suzy away, upstairs. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to go through the entire ordeal over again, but I was pissed enough as it stood. As the other two made their retreat I slowly pushed her plate back.

“I don’t think so.” I replied evenly. “You don’t get to make that call. You can either play the game, or you can see to your own food. That’s it.”

“You telling me what to do in…” she started with a hiss. I slapped a palm hard against the counter, interrupting her.

“You were about to say ‘your house’? I’m sure the others might be a bit surprised to learn they’ve been cut out of the loop.” I shot back. “I’m not your slave, your guest. Cooking wasn’t even in the deal, I do that out of the kindness of my heart.” I slipped around the edge of the counter, she scurried out of her seat like a scalded cat. I heard doors open and close upstairs, almost violently as I stalked Marie, pushing her back with my very presence.

“Fine.” She managed, “Then…” I cut her off again.

“What? Get out? I can you know, leave you right were you were a week ago, with a bunch of broken toys, and a girl who can’t decide if she wants men or wants to run from them.” I snapped. “You want to break the deal? Hey, I can do that, you know. I can bend Karen right over the kitchen counter and wake the neighbors with her screaming. I can do Tatiyana on the front lawn… she’d like that. I’ll be back every night for weeks, months even, fucking the two of them… and where would that leave you? Suzy?” She ran out of space, backed against the wall. I could see the two women I’d just named out of the corner of my eye, Suzy hiding in her room if I didn’t mistake my guess. I pinned Marie, my arms trapping her in place.

“Do you understand me?” I snarled. “You’re going to play along, and completely this time, not like you are above all this. You’re going to stop the petty bullshit, the interference, you’re going to be meek… Is that perfectly clear?” I growled, inches from her face. She stared up at me, knees shaking, then slowly nodding.

“Good.” I snapped, reaching down to the neckline of her shirt, tearing it apart with a forceful yank. She gasped, hands covering her breasts before I could get a good look. No rush, though. She wasn’t dressing today, that was a given. I hooked my thumbs into the waist of her shorts and tugged them down, admiring the lack of tan lines, the sweet pussy bare but for a tiny trail of neatly trimmed hair forming a line right to her sex, directions. I had to lift her feet out of the shorts one by one, giving me plenty of opportunity to see how wet, how open she was. I took the shorts with me as I stood. I glanced over, seeing a sleepy, approving smile on Tatiyana’s face and I realized that this was ‘the moment’.

Still pressed close to the trapped ‘ringleader’ of this little group I began tugging my shorts down with violent jerking movements.

“What… are you doing?” She gasped, eyes wide.

“I’m making a few addendums to our deal.” I replied, still in full on snarl mode, cowing her a bit more than perhaps strictly necessary. I felt two pairs of hands behind me, tugging on the recalcitrant garment, helping me out of them, my angry, seeping cock leaping free to tap against Marie’s taut belly.

“First: If I’m naked, you’re naked. In fact, none of us should be wearing a fucking thing unless absolutely necessary until this is all over with.” I turned my glare on the other two, making sure they understood that it included them too. “And no hiding upstairs, either, no avoiding me just because you’re nude. Kinda violates the entire point, right?” I asked. I didn’t wait for an answer.

“Secondly: No more treating me like some outsider, some pet or stray dog. I live here now, for the near future, I’m not a guest. That means no more rules that don’t specifically relate to the deal, I’ll make up my own mind.

“Thirdly: When I’ve done my part, you WILL see your part of the deal through completely.”