Alex had been ignoring the maddening drip from her kitchen sink for weeks. At first, it was just background noise, something she’d learned to tune out. But lately the sound had twisted into torment — sharp, deliberate plink-plinks echoing through the stillness of her mornings. Each drop filled her head, nagging, insistent, teasing.
Frustrated, she slammed her cup down on the counter and pulled up a plumbing service on her phone. The first number she saw was enough. She didn’t care who showed up — she just wanted the silence back.
An hour later, the knock came. Alex opened the door, expecting a grease-stained man with worn boots. Instead, a woman stood there — all strong lines and easy confidence. Her jeans hugged powerful legs, her sleeveless work shirt dusted with the faintest sheen of effort.
“Afternoon, ma’am. I’m Jamie. Here to fix your leak.” Her voice rolled out low and warm, like whisky poured slow.
Alex’s irritation faltered, replaced by curiosity. “Kitchen’s this way.”
Jamie knelt beneath the sink, tools clinking in rhythm as she loosened valves and inspected the joint. The air thickened with the scent of metal and soap. Alex hovered nearby, pretending to scroll her phone, but her eyes kept flicking back — to the movement of Jamie’s arms, to the faint rise of her shirt revealing a toned strip of lower back.
“You’ve been letting her drip for a while,” Jamie said without looking up. “Could’ve gotten ugly.”
“Guess I like a little suspense,” Alex replied, leaning against the counter, half-smiling.
Jamie’s grin ghosted across her face as she tightened the wrench. “Suspense can be good. As long as you know when to release the pressure.”
Alex’s pulse jumped. The words hung between them, heavy and deliberate.
When Jamie finally stood, wiping her palms on a rag, the slow curve of her smile told Alex the conversation had crossed somewhere unspoken.
“Pipe’s fixed for now,” Jamie murmured. “But if I’m honest, it might need a more… thorough inspection. Just to make sure it doesn’t start acting up again.”
Alex stepped closer, her voice dropping. “You handle all your inspections this… personally?”
Jamie hooked a finger through a loop on her tool belt, her gaze steady. “Only when the client seems in need of extra care.”
That final spark was all it took. The air between them shifted — thick, electric, irresistible.
Alex swallowed hard, her breath unsteady. “Maybe you should make sure everything’s working properly then. Bedroom’s down the hall.”
Jamie followed, confidence radiating from every step — and this time, Alex didn’t even try to look away.
Once inside the bedroom, Jamie closed the door behind them with a soft click. Her eyes never left Alex’s as she unhooked something from her belt — a slim chrome device that caught the afternoon light filtering through the blinds.
“This,” Jamie said, holding it up with a wicked grin, “is my favorite diagnostic tool. For when things need… careful attention.”
Alex’s mouth went dry. She sat on the edge of the bed, heart hammering. “Show me how it works.”
Jamie approached slowly, deliberately. She pressed a button, and the device hummed to life, vibrating softly in her palm. “Lie back,” she said, her voice soft but commanding.
Alex complied, her body already tingling with anticipation. Jamie straddled her, the weight of her presence overwhelming in the best way. She leaned down, lips brushing against Alex’s ear, breath hot and teasing. “Ready for the real work to begin?”
Alex nodded, unable to form words. Jamie’s hands roamed over her body, the vibrating chrome trailing along her collarbone, down between her breasts, circling her navel. Every touch left fire in its wake. Alex arched into the sensation, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Jamie’s eyes darkened with hunger. She moved with purpose now, her free hand sliding under Alex’s shirt, fingertips tracing patterns on heated skin. The device buzzed lower, teasing along the waistband of Alex’s jeans.
“You’ve been neglecting more than just your plumbing,” Jamie whispered, her mouth finding the sensitive spot below Alex’s jaw. Her teeth grazed the skin there, just hard enough to make Alex gasp.
“Maybe I was waiting for the right technician,” Alex breathed, her hands finding Jamie’s shoulders, pulling her closer.
Jamie captured her lips in a searing kiss, tongue exploring with confident strokes that matched the rhythm of her hands. Alex wrapped her arms around her, desperate to feel every inch of Jamie’s solid body pressed against her own.
With practiced ease, Jamie’s fingers worked the button of Alex’s jeans, sliding the zipper down with agonizing slowness. She pulled back just enough to look into Alex’s eyes, checking, asking permission without words.
“Please,” Alex whispered, hips already lifting in invitation.
Jamie’s grin turned predatory. She peeled away Alex’s jeans and panties in one smooth motion, then trailed the vibrating chrome up the inside of her thigh. Alex’s breath hitched, her body trembling with need. The device ghosted over her most sensitive flesh, not quite touching where she ached most.
“Jamie—” Alex’s plea came out broken, desperate.
“Patience,” Jamie murmured, though her own breathing had turned ragged. She set the device aside and replaced it with her fingers, stroking through Alex’s wetness with deliberate care. “God, you’re already so ready for me.”
Alex bucked against her hand, chasing friction, but Jamie controlled the pace. She circled Alex’s clit with her thumb while her other fingers explored lower, teasing at her entrance. The dual sensation made Alex’s head spin.
Jamie’s mouth found Alex’s breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, tongue working the hardened peak until Alex was writhing beneath her. Then she pulled back, stripping away the remaining barriers between them until Alex lay completely exposed.
“You’re stunning,” Jamie breathed, her gaze raking over Alex’s body with raw appreciation.
Before Alex could respond, Jamie’s mouth was on her again — lips trailing down her stomach, teeth nipping at her hip bone, breath ghosting over where Alex needed her most. When Jamie’s tongue finally made contact with her clit, Alex cried out, her hands flying to Jamie’s hair.
Jamie worked her with expert precision, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention, reading every gasp and moan. She slid two fingers inside Alex, curling them to find that perfect spot, and Alex’s world narrowed to nothing but sensation.
The vibrating device returned, Jamie, pressing it against the base of her own fingers while she thrust deeper. The added stimulation made Alex see stars. Her thighs trembled, muscles coiling tight as pleasure built in waves.
“That’s it,” Jamie encouraged between strokes of her tongue. “Let go for me.”
Alex’s orgasm crashed over her with devastating force, her body arching off the bed as she shattered. Jamie didn’t relent, working her through every pulse and aftershock until Alex collapsed back, boneless and gasping.
Jamie crawled up her body, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she kissed Alex again, letting her taste herself. “Better?” she asked, voice husky with desire.
Alex nodded, still catching her breath. “Much better,” she murmured. Then, with renewed energy, she flipped their positions, pinning Jamie beneath her. “But I think it’s only fair I return the favor. Make sure your equipment’s in proper working order.”
Jamie’s laugh was low and rich. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Alex took her time exploring Jamie’s body, peeling away her work clothes with reverent hands. She mapped every curve and plane with lips and fingers, learning what made Jamie gasp, what made her arch and grab at the sheets.
When Alex finally settled between Jamie’s thighs, she picked up the chrome device Jamie had used on her. “Let’s see if I can master this tool,” she said with a wicked grin.
She pressed it against Jamie’s clit while her tongue worked lower, and Jamie’s confident facade cracked beautifully. Her hips rolled, chasing the dual sensations, hands fisting in Alex’s hair.
“Fuck,” Jamie groaned, her usual composure replaced by raw need. “Just like that.”
Alex increased the intensity, her free hand gripping Jamie’s hip to hold her steady as she built her toward the edge. Jamie’s breathing turned ragged, punctuated by broken curses and encouragement that spurred Alex on.
When Jamie came, it was with a guttural moan that sent a fresh wave of arousal through Alex. She worked her through it, gentling her touches as Jamie’s body went slack.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, both satisfied and glowing. Jamie pressed a lazy kiss to Alex’s shoulder. “I have a feeling there might be more repairs needed in the future.”
Alex laughed, her body already responding to Jamie’s touch as skilled fingers traced idle patterns on her skin. “Maybe I should schedule regular maintenance visits.”
Jamie’s eyes sparked with promise. “In my personal experience, weekly maintenance visits are always recommended.”
