A woman in a towel

I got my first call of the day at 8:06am. I had just sat down at my desk to read the paper when the phone rang. "AAA Locksmith," I answered.

"Hi, I am locked out of my house, and went to get the paper, and the door closed behind me," I heard a woman's voice say.

"No problem," I said "What is your name and address. I will get right over there."

"Sharon Larson, 712 Whightridge lane," she answered.

"Give me 10 minutes or so and I'll be there," I replied.

"Great," she said "I'm at the neighbors next door."

I loaded up in my truck and headed over to the address that she had given me. When I got there I saw her head out of the neighbor’s door to meet me. Nice looking blonde wrapped in a towel. Her hair was wet, so she must have just gotten out of the shower. Even with the wet hair she was a beauty, big tits too from what I could see.

"I'll get it right open for you," I said to her in a cheery voice.

"Please do, this is so embarrassing," she said.

"Happens all the time," I told her as I looked over the lock on her door. I did a quick check and knew exactly how to get it open. It was a standard brand lock that a guy like me can have open in two seconds, which I did. There you go miss that will be fifty bucks for the call."

I followed her in the house, nice stuff, expensive furniture, good stereo and TV. Perfect for a return visit I thought to myself. "Let me go upstairs and get some clothes on real quick and I'll be back to pay you," she said.

"No problem I said as I scoped out her stuff. I checked out the pictures, good looking husband too. Nice life these two had, too bad they had to bring me into it. I would be back later to check things out. She came back downstairs in a nice tight t-shirt that showed off her big tits, and tight pair of jeans that showed her hard ass to perfection. She wrote me the check and said thanks. I headed back to the shop to wait for my next call.

When I got back to the shop it was kind of a quiet afternoon, only a few people came in to have keys made. First lady was a librarian looking young woman in sensible shoes, a long skirt and her hair up in a bun. I made the key, a copy for me and took note of her address 1723 Imperial drive. Next a guy came in, drove a Porsche, I made a key for him too. I noticed that he had a couple of calls on his cell while he was in the shop, talking to two girls about his plans for tonight, that ought to be interesting I thought. I made my duplicate key, and noted his address 84729 Queen lane, Rockingham hills area, real nice places.

The last person was another woman, tall, dark haired, pretty with a nice rack. She wanted to know if I could make duplicate to a small key. She didn't tell me what it was for, but I know handcuff keys when I see them. She gave me her whole key ring when she showed me the handcuff key. I made her the key she wanted and a few extra ones that looked like house keys for me. I defiantly wanted to see what this babe did with handcuffs!

Just another day being a locksmith, so many options from which to choose.