Fix the plumbing.

After Mr. Cohen had left, Gina found herself masturbating to a variety of thoughts, containing her and the landlord. She couldn't explain the sexual hunger her body had developed, despite the circumstances surrounding it. She fell asleep; reminding herself of the stipulations her landlord gave her.

Gina was awoken the following morning by a gentle knocking on the door. Scrambling, Gina called out for whomever it was, to hold on. She fetched a pair of blue jeans from the floor and started to pull them on, when she suddenly remembered, Mr. Cohen's orders. She shucked the jeans and dug under the pile to find her waitress skirt. She zipped up the sides, and announced, she'd be right there, for whomever was at the door. She grabbed the white blouse she had on yesterday, and realized the buttons were torn from it. Not wanting to keep the person at the door waiting, Gina tied the ends in a knot, just below her tits.

"Who is it?" Gina asked before turning the handle. The door was never locked, and the person could've entered anyway. Gina's heart jumped in anticipation when she heard the voice on the other side announce, "Plumbing!"

Gina quickly opened the door, expecting to see Larry standing before her. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach, when she saw an older gentleman, who must've been three times as wide as Larry. He was wearing a flannel shirt under his overall bibs. His work boots were muddy, and he smelled like he needed a bath.

"I understand you need some plumbing worked on?" He walked past Gina, carrying his toolbox, entering into the kitchen. "What needs to be fixed today?"

Gina disappointedly pointed towards the kitchen sink, and informed him of the constant leak. In a matter of a few minutes, he had the faucet torn apart, mended and put back together. He was quick and efficient. Gina watched as he worked, whistling a happy tune all the while, occasionally making small talk with her. Gina inquired about the shower, indicating that the hot water, never really got hot! She figured, she might as well get as much fixed as she can. The plumber located the water tank and adjusted a thermostat on it to increase the temperature. He also noticed that the showerhead was severely clogged. He removed that and soaked it in a solution that cleaned the holes. All the plumbing seemed to be in fine working order now.

Gina had since grabbed the previous bill and inquired if he could sign it, indicating that it was paid. The plumber looked over the bill. His eyes were downcast as he shook his head, "Was it Larry that was here?"

Gina's eyes sparkled at the mention of his name, and nodded.

"Damn kid! You'd think he'd learn by now. I swear he's got his mother's brains." The plumber continued on. It was at this point that Gina realized, this was Larry's father. He grabbed a pen from his shirt, when he asked, "How'd you pay him?"

Gina's face went pale. She wasn't sure if he even knew. She swallowed hard, and meekly muttered, "huh?"

"Check, Cash, Money Order?" he inquired.

"Um," Gina fought for the words to say, pausing briefly, she finally stammered, "Barter."

It was Stanley Cranston's time to say, "Huh?"
Gina embarrassingly related how she had given Larry a blowjob in exchange for paying the bill, since she had no money to pay the bill when it was given to her. Her face was beet red now, as was Stan's.

"So what you're telling me, is that you don't have the money to pay me either. Is that correct?"

Gina nodded, without looking him in the eyes.

Stan calmly replied. "Well. I don't ever work on the barter system with anybody. You always get screwed when you barter." There was a slight sparkle in Stan's eyes as he continued to speak. Gina however, squirmed with discomfort, under his constant gaze. "Well. The work's been done. So I guess there's only one option."

Gina looked up, with hope in her eyes. She hoped a quick blowjob would end this ordeal. "What's that?" she asked.

"You're the one that gets screwed," Stan replied as he unbuckled the straps from his overalls.

Gina backed away at the sudden realization of what he meant. She backed up into the bathroom by the time Stan had neared her. His boots were already off, and he was unbuttoning his shirt, as he pinned Gina between himself and the shower. Moments later Gina found herself hoisted into the air and placed into the tub. The shower was turned on and the forceful jets of water instantly soaked Gina, clothes and all. Stan had completely undressed and joined Gina in the shower. The pleasantly hot water bounced off their bodies as the steam filled the very small room. Stan now had Gina down on her knees, facing his growing tool, directing her head to its tip. "Show me how you took care of Larry," Stan instructed.

Gina obliged, and quietly accepted her fate. She stroked the short, but fat, member to hardness as the water flowed over their bodies. Her clothing clung to her every curve, while the blouse did nothing to hide her nakedness underneath. Before Gina gathered up enough strength to put his pecker in her mouth, she noticed soapsuds flowing down into her hands. She looked up to find Stan, actually showering and cleaning himself. She allowed the lather to build up and she cleaned Stan's cock, sliding her hands over the head and massaging his hairy balls. She pushed Stan back, just far enough to let the shower water rinse the suds from his rod. Now that it was sufficiently cleaned, Gina lapped her tongue over the head, as the warm water flowed onto it. She opened her mouth to engulf the shaft and ended up getting a mouthful of warm water before clamping her lips down over the bulbous head. She **** the warm water out and began earnestly sucking on Stan's dick. She stroked his cock and squeezed his balls as she bobbed up and down on the short staff. The running water tickling her nostrils sometimes impaired her breathing. She wanted to get this over with. She snaked her middle finger past his balls and tickled Stan's sphincter. She felt him twitch, causing his cock to spring in her mouth. Seconds later, Gina had her soapy finger buried in Stan's asshole, tickling his prostrate. Stan erupted immediately, squirting his load into Gina's mouth as he moaned and grunted. Gina swallowed what she could, spitting the rest out as it joined the warm water already dribbling down her chin. Gina smiled to herself, proud of her growing oral accomplishments. She was sure that would be the end of Stan. He wouldn't be able to go another round.

Stan pulled Gina to her feet and spun her around to face the showerhead. His hard cock was pressed into her back as he held her close. The water was now beating down on her chest as Stan grabbed the bottle of bath soap, emptying a quarter of its contents on Gina's chest. Stan's hands went to work, rubbing the soap wherever he could. His hands went inside Gina's shirt, massaging her now pert, perky nipples. Gina's body responded by relaxing to the pleasant sensations and resting against Stan's chest. Gina found herself untying the knot in her blouse as Stan continued his sensual massage. Stan moved the wet blouse from her shoulders as it fell to the tub. Stan rubbed his hands across the firm belly, feeling how silky smooth the soap made it feel. It didn't take long before Stan was working his hands beneath the waistband of Gina's skirt, which she was also now willingly removing. His hands soaped the fine nest of curls, building a fire in her loins. Gina was thrusting her hips upwards, trying to invite his hands to go further. They finally went further south, burying a wet finger into her now wet hole. Gina moaned in appreciation as the finger entered her. Stan slid his middle finger in and out of her dripping honey hole, rubbing against her clit the entire time. Gina felt herself nearing an orgasm as she ground her hips against his hand, ensuring maximum contact with her clit. Gina then drew in a sharp breath as she realized that it was time for retribution. Stan had snaked his other hand between their pressed bodies, and now had his other middle finger poised at her asshole. Gina clenched tightly, but the soap and water made it easy for Stan to slip his finger into her chute. Gina climaxed immediately as Stan pushed his finger as deep as it would go, crying out to God as she thrashed. Stan worked the finger in her pussy for several more minutes, bringing Gina to another orgasm, losing her breath.

Before Gina even realized what was happening, Stan had switched positions with her. He lifted Gina into the air and pinned her against the wall, her legs on either side of his hips. He positioned his cock and lowered Gina onto it. As soon as his cock was in the velvety confines of her cunt, Stan began rocking and pumping. He fucked Gina royally for the next five minutes, driving his cock into her, slamming her against the wall with each grunt. Gina's body exploded into another series of orgasms as she locked her legs around Stan's waist, and fucked him back. Stan finally exploded, sending hot streams of cum into Gina's clamping pussy, which drained him of any lava he had left. Both, Gina and Stan, remained motionless, against the back wall of the shower, as they regained their breath. By the time the two had recovered, the water finally turned cold.

Stan half-heartedly laughed as he stepped from the shower to towel dry. "Just ensuring I fixed the hot water issue!" Gina moaned as she shut off the water, grabbing the only other dry towel in the room. Stan finished getting dressed, as Gina simply remained in a wrapped towel. He signed both invoices and excused himself from the apartment. Gina fell into her lumpy, old couch, wondering what was happening to her. She liked what just happened. It felt great. It was wrong, but she couldn't deny the pleasure it brought her. She was satiated, content, and most of all, happy!