A teenaged girl

The door opens and a tall brunette girl, about eighteen or nineteen, stands there wearing a tight red crop top and a pair of cutoff jean short shorts. She could easily pass for Daisy Duke, with her shoulder-length mane of brown hair, her devilish smile, her large tits under the small shirt, and her perfect long legs. Sexiness surrounds her like perfume.

"Hi, I'm Megan, Who are you?" Her arms are crossed in front of her, pushing her breasts up and pinching her cleavage together.

"I'm John, the caretaker. Good to meet you." You extend your hand. She shakes your hand, tickling the back of your fingers. "Your dad said the sink was clogged."

She gets a little pout when you say you're looking for her father. "He's in here." She walks into the apartment with her hands behind her back. You follow her, watching her ass cheeks sticking quite a bit out from her shorts.

In the living room, a ruggedly goodlooking man stands up, with sandy blonde hair and a salesman's smile. "You must be the super. I'm Richard Barrett. Sorry to get you out on your day off." He puts his hand out, and when you shake it, his grip is very firm, almost painful.

"I'm John. Good to meet you. Hey, no problem." You manage to extricate your hand from his. "Where's the sink?"

"In here." He leads you through the master bedroom to the bathroom. The bedroom has a king-sized bed in it and is neat. In the bathroom, the sink is full of soapy water.

"Great. I'll get to work on this. I'll let you know when I'm done."

"Okay. If you need anything, just holler." Richard leaves you alone.

You close the bathroom door and pull out the handyman book, looking up clogged sinks in the index. Following the directions, you manage to take the trap apart and unclog everything in about 45 minutes, including cleaning up some spilled water. You kiss the book and send a silent 'Thanks' to Jack.

You put everything back in your toolbox and leave the bathroom, taking the trash with the gooey junk from the clog with you. You open the door and see a woman standing in the closet opposite the bathroom with her back to you. Her long brown hair flows down her back. You almost think it's Megan until you see that her hips are far wider than Megan's, and she's got a little more meat on her. She just has a pair of panties on. She turns a bit, and you get a good glimpse of her good-sized tits. You stop while she puts a dress over her head. As she gets it adjusted into place, you duck back into the bathroom and wait.

A minute later you carefully open the door again, and the bedroom is empty. In the living room, Mr. Barrett is sitting on the couch with the woman from the bedroom, as you can tell from her dress.

"All done, Mr. Barrett."

He stands to shake your hand again. "Thanks, John. You seem just as handy as your predecessor. Oh, this is my wife, Vicky. Vicky, this is John, the caretaker."

Vicky looks up from the couch and smiles at you. "Pleased to meet you." She has the same smoky eyes and sexy aura that her daughter has.

Just then Megan comes in and interrupts, saying, "I'm going to the mall. I'll be back by dinner."

"Okay, Sweetie," Vicky says.

Megan kisses Vicky and Richard each lightly on the cheek before walking out the door.

Richard turns back to you, "Thanks again."

"No problem. If there's anything else that needs fixing, just let me know." You smile at them both.

You walk out into the main hallway and find Megan waiting for the elevator. The bell dings just as you get there, and she gives you a smoky look. You both get into the elevator.