He wants a different tool... but not THAT one

"I...I... I think I need..." Mr. Cleft was stumbling for the right words.

"Yes, Mr. Cleft?" you ask. "What do you want me to do for you?"

"Th...That's not the tool I need." he stammers.

"Oh, silly me." you smile without moving your position or looking away. "Which one do you want me to grab?"

"The one with the... the... big end." he replies, sweat beginning to appear on his forehead.

"Oh, I see." you smile delighted that your seduction was finally getting you somewhere. However you notice Mr. Cleft's eye line is directed towards a tool with what can only be described as a 'big end' lying in the tool kit. A look of disappointment replaces the smile, but only briefly. You're not going to give up that easily.

Quickly you turn around causing your short skirt to momentarily flick up. You then resume your previous position bent over at the waist pressing your bare ass cheeks against Mr. Cleft's bulge. After a brief pause you return to your neighbour and hand him the tool with a smile.

"Here ya go, Mr. Cleft."

"Thanks, Joy." he replies hoping that the pressure was now gone.

As Mr. Cleft turned to face the shower it gave you a chance to give him a look from behind. You still liked what you saw and his apprehension wasn't enough to put you off yet.

"Oh dammit!" he exclaimed suddenly.

"Something the matter, Mr. Cleft?" you ask sensing an opportunity.

Mr. Cleft was about to turn back to explain the reason for his outburst when he saw that you were already standing right next to him. And as you were bent over his eye sight went directly back towards your visible cleavage.

"I need to use this tool on that part there," he clarified pointing into a tight gap. "But I can't reach to get to it."