Knock on Tonya's door

I don't get an answer. I knock again. "Tonya?"

"Just a sec." I hear clicking. The door swing inward and she stands, blocking entrance. "Hi, Warren."

"Ma’am, I heard you need a plumber," I say as straight faced as I can.

She gives me a rosy cheeked smile and tugs on my shirt and she pulls me into the room. "Thank god you are here! My internet pipes have been clogged all day! It's a travesty!" She points at the PC. I lean in to get a closer look.

"Ah, yeah. That's an older model. These old porn boxes need to get cleaned out regularly. Did you try flushing the cache repeatedly?"

She gives me a shocked look. "Oh my! No, I don't think so! Is that important?"

"Not on the newer ones, but this one is practically vintage. How about snaking out the DNS?"

She makes a surprised O-face. "I didn't even know you could do that! I hope it won't be an expensive fix."

"Don't worry mam, if you can't pay, I can always work out some kind of deal with you."

She bats her eyes. "That's a relief... Your deals aren't... WEIRD are they? Like asking a defenseless maiden to wander the streets alone at an inappropriate time of night?"

I tug on my collar like Rodney Dangerfield. "Whatchya mean, lady? I... wouldn't dream of doing a weird thing like that..."

"Good! You are hired. You may start the job while I powder my nose." She leaves for the bathroom.

Once she has left the room I realize I smell something familiar, a faint musky sweetness... I pause, then look down at my shirt where she had grabbed it. It has a damp smudge. I look to the open door, seeing no one, I pull my shirt to my nose. That is definitely pussy juice. {if Edge >= 90} There I go again. My python is struggling to get out of my pants again.{else} That familiar throb is bringing my snake back to life.{endif} It smells nice. I can't help myself. I give it a slow lick. The fresh tang arouses me even more. Damn, this is not what I am here for. How does everything get instantly sexual around her? I try to shake it off and look at the computer. I turn the monitor on and see there is a minimized folder named "Just taxes". Cute and not at all suspicious. That must be her porn folder. I hear the sink running in the bathroom and figure I have a second to peek. I maximize the folder and see a gallery of video thumbnails. The only one I recognize immediately is the jogger porn I already knew about. I glimpse the name of another video called "Sexy Kitten". The bathroom door opens, I quickly close the folder and pull the PC tower out and dive my head behind it.

"Did you find the problem mister?" She walks into the room and sits on the bed.

"I think this here porn box has been working overtime, but I think I can help clear these pipes for you."

Tonya's cheeks get a little rosier, but she sticks to her character. "Oh, dear. Maybe it has. It's been hard for a single lady without prospects in this city. Someday I hope a gentleman caller will take care of my pipes for me."

I'm sure you do, Tonya. I start installing the webcam in earnest. It goes relatively well considering what I am working with. I make sure the machine has basic security precautions and scheduled maintenance in place while I'm at it. Then I check the router and modem settings. The default passwords were a red flag. I change them and write them down. I check for firmware updates, then I disable a couple questionable features as well.

"Tonya, do you have a Twitch account already?"

She is laid back on the bed, watching something on her phone. From this angle I see her face between her bent knees. She is has changed into lady boxers, presumably to sleep in. Did she do that while I was working? With me in the room? She looks up at me, finding nothing awkward about it. "Oh. Yeah, I got one."

"Do you have two-factor authentication on it?"

"Huh?"

"Gimme your phone." She side eyes me suspiciously. "Come on, I'll set it up. You log in to your Twitch account while I do it." She groans but hands it over. Finally it is done.

"That took too long," she pouts. She is right, it is later than I thought.

"I had to do a lot to make sure your system is secure. Creeps will fuck with you mostly because you are a girl. People will waste their own time hating on you instead of moving along to something they enjoy..."

"I've been on the internet. I get it, dad."

I give her a serious look. "I'm just saying... it's going to be personal. I wouldn't do it if I were you. But if you are... be strong." For that she smiles at me.

"Aw aren't just you are just the cutest plumber in the business?"

Fine. She wants to play some more. "Yes, ma’am. And my work is done here. That will be one-THOUSAND dollars."

She gasps and clutches her pearls. "Egad! That is highway robbery!"

"Alright, if you can't pay then you will incur my alternate fee. You will need to appear in Jasper park at 3 am sharp on Wednesday night... Technically Thursday morning."

"What will the neighbors say?"

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. And bring one of those newfangled blue tooth earpieces."