She Meets The Client

Vanessa arrived at the client's house bright and early, clad in her favorite white pants and matching white shirt. She thought she really looked like a medical professional in that outfit and surely was dressed for the job. She quickly confirmed that the name on the door matched with her records and pressed the button. An old-fashioned bell chimed. She heard someone slowly scuffle towards her. Then, the door opened.

The disheveled-looking man was clad in battered sweats and looked terribly unhealthy. He had barely any hair left and smelled quite bad. On seeing her, he cracked a smile and welcomed her inside.

The house was a mess. Open bottles and pieces of food seemingly covered every surface and the dust was thick. The man looked at her apologetically and said, "I need help."

Vanessa emphatically agreed.

"How about you clean up a little and then I decide whether or not I hire you, depending on how thorough you are?"

"Fine with me," said Vanessa, eager to bring some order into the chaos.

"I'm Jonas by the way. Thanks for doing this. Cleaning supplies are in the cupboard over there."

Feeling motivated, Vanessa started cleaning while Jonas sat in his favorite recliner and watched her doing chores. He seemed to enjoy seeing her work, although his gaze seemed to linger on her chest area most of the time, which made her feel a bit uncomfortable. But then she thought that he surely had not seen a young woman up close for a long time and decided that she was ok with his ogling as long as he kept his hands to himself.

Suddenly, the old man started to sneeze. And the sneezing was just out of this world. Never before had Vanessa heard someone sneeze so loudly and so violently like this guy. And it did not stop.

The young woman looked at the old man concerned. His eyes were puffy and full of tears, and he seemed to barely get any air.

"Are you OK? Should I call the ambulance?"

"N.. ACHOO! no… I'll…ACHOOO! I'll be fine! It's just…. I''m…. ACHOO! I'm allergic to… to… clothing."

"You're what?"

"ACHOO! … These…" he gasped, pointing at her, "The sh… ACHOO! Shirt and p… ACHOO! Pants! Can you… can you remove them and put them in a bag, pl… ACHOOO! Please?"

"Are you serious?"

"ACHOO!"

Vanessa was stunned. She had never heard of such an allergy before. On the other hand, people were allergic to all kinds of stuff. She didn't like the idea of stripping in front of this old geezer, but she also didn't want to see him suffer like that.

"ACHOO!" the man sneezed with even more vigor.

Hesitating only for a brief moment, Vanessa unbuttoned her white shirt, removed her equally white pants and stuffed everything in a bag, glad that she had chosen to wear a reasonable set of matching white bra and panties.

Jonas' condition seemed to improve on the spot.

"Thank you! Wow, that was a bad reaction, wasn't it? I'm glad that you acted so quickly."

"I'm sorry, but are you allergic to all clothes?"

"Pretty much. It gets worse, too! I can barely tolerate wearing this jumper, but I feared I would freak you out if I would sit here naked."

Vanessa stared at him in disbelief.

"Y…yeah. I'd rather you keep yourself clothed," she gulped.

"Thought as much. It's a bit of a challenge, but I'll be a good boy for you. Now, do you want to continue with the cleaning?"

Vanessa could feel his gaze on her body as she continued with her job, could feel him staring at her now decidedly less covered boobs and her shapely rear. He seemed to be awfully happy about her near-nakedness but thankfully did not try to touch her.

"Looks much better now, doesn't it?" she beamed when she finally was done cleaning, "So what do you say, do I get the job?"