I’m diverted*

I head up the stairs toward #304. Halfway between the second and third floors, I (almost literally) run into a curvy blonde in a red floral-print dress. She looks at me in surprise, then her eyes light up. “Are you the new building manager?” she asks eagerly.

“Yes, I’m Iain Roberts.” I hand her my card. “My cell number is on there—it’s the best way to get a hold of me if you need me. But you have the advantage of me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the blonde says. She takes my card and looks up. “I’m Leah Davis in #404. Can you come up with me? There’s something I need you to take care of for me.”

“I’d be happy to,” I say. Leah turns and heads back up the stairs. “I’m just introducing myself around and taking pictures of the tenants—there’s no order I have to go in. How did you know who I was?” I ask curiously.

“Oh, Courtney told me,” Leah says airily. OK, I think I know where this is going . . . Courtney only saw me use one tool, after all. “She told me about the pictures, too, and your camera, and all the things you can do with it.” Yep, I was right.

She lets me into her apartment and sits on one of the couches. “Is this a good pose?” she asks.

“I like it,” I say, and hit the shutter.

Before I can show it to her, Leah says, “Maybe this would be better.” She pulls her top down and crosses her arms below her tits, pushing them up.

“I like that even more.”

“You should really get my ass, too,” Leah says seductively. She turns to show off her tight cheeks.

“Very nice,” I say huskily.

Leah pulls her skimpy panties down over her ass, then turns around again to spread her wet little orchid for me. “Do you like it?” she asks in a mock-girlish voice.

“I fucking love it,” I growl.

“And you’ll love fucking it,” Leah purrs. She stands up, dropping her clothes to the floor, and takes my hand to lead me away.