I'm a woman in the trades, so I've heard all the jokes. Nobody expects a thick-bodied, 5' 2", curly girl to solve "big boy" problems, but the rest of my crew are a bunch of dipshits, so I'm the one who gets the contracts - almost every single one of them.

Sure, it leads to animosity between coworkers, but that's their problem. My problems start when the animosity comes from clients. Most of the homeowners are women, unaffected by my round thighs, heavy breasts, and blunt demeanor. Men are a little different, either drooling over the stretch to my canvas overalls or endlessly challenging my expertise.

Before those sorts of house calls, I always get into full "dude mode" - you know, shotgun a beer and slap the nearest ass. Which, for me, looks more like my heavy metal playlist and practicing my dead eyes in the rearview mirror. It's security theater, if anything, but it's kept me from getting into trouble. At least... it did until last week.

It was a routine circuit check for a new homeowner, and I arrived as scheduled. I scanned the work order quickly and assembled my bag with my multimeter, a few lengths of grounding wire, the standard plier set, and some switch plates.

I knocked on the door, and was greeted by a tall man. He was clean-shaven with a moderate build, dark brown eyes and rimless glasses. I didn't think anything of him at first, just a standard homeowner. He offered me a cup of coffee, but I declined, having downed my fourth mug before leaving the truck. I asked him, flexing the dead eyes, to show me where the panels are.

He led me to a back bedroom where a recognizable silver door was already open on the wall. A few breakers sat on the desk nearby, giving away an all-too-common occurrence. Without fail, every third or fourth homeowner comes at me with a story about them trying to shove a new part in there and expecting it to "just work." My job is to scratch my head with them for a moment, and then actually fix it.

"So a circuit check for a standard dryer hookup, right?" I said, clearing my throat.

"It's been giving me trouble all week," the homeowner replied, shrugging.

"I see that," I widened my eyes, doing my best to acknowledge his... efforts.

"Liam, by the way," he held his hand out.

"Charlie," I met his gesture, shaking his hand with a strong grip. It's actually Charlotte, but the androgynous name helps maintain the guise.

"I'll... I- ah, I'll be around if you need me to show you anything else." His eyebrows creased deeply, so I guessed that my grip did a number on him. He seemed like such a basic guy at first...

After Liam left, I got to work, running my multimeter through the breakers, and checking the voltage of the nearest outlets. I suspected the issue might be in the laundry room on the other side of the wall, so I left the bedroom and rounded the corner.

I found Liam crouched behind the dryer. He was exactly where I needed to be - another classic homeowner move. I cleared my throat again, "You know, this will work a lot better if you let me do my job."

"Right, right, so sorry about that!" He popped up and backed out of the cramped space, repeating his profuse apology as he retreated. I dismissed him, sliding by and tucking myself into the space. Once I was down there, I saw the problem right away.

"Yep, got it," I was more speaking to myself than anything.

"Wow, that fast, huh?" Liam said, his voice trailing off.

"No big deal. Can you actually grab my tools from around the corner? Thanks." I went back to untangling the ball of wires.

Liam returned quickly, tool bag in hand. He set it on the top of the dryer, and I moved to get up from my crouched position, but I found myself unable. Perfect. Some part of my uniform was stuck on some part of the dryer. While I contemplated ripping myself free, there was a 50/50 chance I'd damage the appliance, so I was forced to do the one thing all trade workers secretly hate... asking for help.

"Liam," I sighed, "I'm stuck on something down here. Any chance you can unhook me?" The first words he said were too muddled to understand, so I was forced to repeat myself. Once I'd received his clumsy agreement, he came over to where I was stuck reaching down over my chest. Halfway down my torso, he stopped, changed directions, reaching over my shoulders instead. Before getting anywhere near the snag, it happened again. He was clearly having a panic-induced episode of choice paralysis, so I gave him some direction, "It feels like the carpenters loop. Can you reach that?"

"Uh..."

Of course he had no idea what a carpenter's loop was. I sighed heavily. "Right thigh... near my knee."

"Your thigh? I can't touch- maybe if I move the dryer?" Liam was getting worked up, that much was clear.

"You can unhook it, or I can tear off whatever part of the dryer I'm stuck on," I said flatly.

"Ok, let's see here..." he moved way too slowly. It would have been sensual if it wasn't so painfully awkward. His hand brushed over the side of my breast as he leaned over me, reaching down across my thigh, and sliding between the side of my knee and the back of the dryer. "I think I feel..."

He popped something, freeing my leg. The release of force sent me tumbling backwards, the crown of my head pressing unmistakably into his crotch. While his lower half softened my fall, the navy blue dress pants he wore weren't nearly thick enough to disguise his erection.

"Oh, hang on!" he yelled. "You were just- and I was-" he pulled back quickly, standing over top me.

I stared at him in surprise, but feeling the hardness of his dick made my pussy clench, and I immediately wanted to feel it again. Liam's eyes were pure panic, but as mine began to spell out my desires, I saw his begin to wander my body.

"Can't do much from the floor, sir," I said, intentionally flattering him with the title. The brain between my thighs was starting to speak a little louder than the brain in my head. I held my hand up, a request for his assistance, letting the back of it sway dangerously close to his bulge.

Snapping out of the short daze, he grabbed my outstretched palm, and offered me the necessary leverage to stand up and back out of the nook. Once I was steady, I turned to face him.

"So, do you want to talk about it, or are you too shy?" I challenged him with a sly smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, blushing visibly.

"Better question: which do you want to discuss first, the way you grabbed my tit while I was stuck, or the hard-on you have for me right now?"

I saw his chest puff up in anger. "I absolutely did not grab your breast!" He held his palms up in surrender, but I know what I felt. "I might've... touched it," his eyes wandered down my body, snapping back up in a jolt of recognition, "... on accident! I would never do that!"

I crossed my arms and settled my weight on one hip, pointing down towards his clearly swelling junk with an outstretched index finger.

"I- I, uh... well," Liam stuttered, shifting uncomfortably. "I should... um, I should get out of your... hair."

I winced as if he's struck me with bad news, sucking in air through the corner of my mouth. "Or," I drew out the first word into a series of sultry notes, "I could drop to my knees, unzip your pants, and put your cock in my mouth." It sounded more crude out loud than in my head, but I'm an electrician - not a poet. What else was I supposed to say? I mean... it was right there.

"H- holy shit..." he gasped. His shyness was becoming a major turn on.

I took that as a yes, swinging one foot in a large arc, planting it in front of me, then swinging the other around in a semi-circle, making my advance toward Liam slow and unassuming, maybe even a little bit dorky. His shocked expression lasted until my knees hit the floor at his feet. Concerned eyebrows softened and his popped-open lips began to pull into a smile. My fingers yank at the button on his pants, maneuvering it through the split in his waistband. With a pull on his zipper, the pants fell from his hips, collecting around his ankles with the muffled thud of a phone or wallet.

The light streaming through a nearby window cast a satisfying shadow over his purple boxer-briefs. Excitement building in my body, I ran the heel of my palm up his hidden erection, admiring its outline. Liam's thumbs hooked into his waistband, intending to pull them off for me, but I denied him. "Mmm, no... you keep these on for now." I said his cock was going to be in my mouth, but I didn't exactly say how.

His groan of frustration went straight to my ego. I decided that I was going to have my fun with this nervous homeowner. I moved the palm of my hand from the tip of his erection, down over his briefs, cupping his balls through the fabric. With my other hand, I barely dragged my fingertips over his shaft, up and down, drawing shapes and lines across his anatomy. I felt him squirming, and I loved it. I tilted my head at an angle, popped my lips open, and pressed them sideways against the base of his shaft. His knees almost buckled at the contact, one of his hands flying out to catch himself on the dryer. I hadn't even touched his skin and he was already twitching. I massaged the base of his dick with my lips: chewing, grinding, and all manner of odd sensations. He was so hard that his cock started to press against the cotton. As a wake-up call to his senses, and a reminder of the position he'd allowed me in, I made sure he felt the gentle pressing of my teeth on the sides of his shaft before pulling back, leaving only a damp oval where my breath had sunk into the fabric.

"Who are you?" he whined, less of a question than a plea. I stand up and step back just out of Liam's reach.

"I'm Charlie," I respond, popping the button on my left shoulder strap, "Your friendly neighborhood electrician." I pop the other button, letting the bib fall down revealing that my t-shirt is more of a crop top. His eyes bulge at the sight of my bare skin.

"This isn't happening," he stuck his palms into his eye sockets, looking quite silly with his dress pants still bunched around his ankles. He sighed heavily, chin buried against his chest. "Tell me this isn't happening, Charlie."

I didn't. Instead, I popped the buttons on my hips, letting my overalls fall away, stepping out of them, work boots still laced tight.

In my crop top, panties, and boots, I took a step back towards Liam, laying my hand on his unwavering hard-on, still concealed under eggplant purple. He flinches, but his palms stay glued to his eyeballs. I slipped my fingertips through the hole at the front of his briefs to ensnare his dick, and gently pulled it out. A groan began the second my fingertips touched his skin, and it extended as I positioned myself on my toes, slid my panties to the side and pushed my eager, wet pussy into him. The motion was slick and frictionless, but the stretch was pure bliss.

"Oh my god," he whispered, barely choking out the words. "I'm hallucinating... there's no way..."

I pressed my palms against the dryer, moving his dick deeper inside me. "Ooh, fuck... mmm... you know, Liam... when I saw all those breakers on the table, I wasn't sure your equipment would be the right fit, but..." I began pulling away at the same instant his hands came down from his eyes, settling on my hips. His grasp held me still, although noticeably shaky. "You feel really good, Liam. Are you gonna... give me what I want so I can get back to work?"

"Fuck... Charlie..." his teeth mashed together, whimpering against my soft pressure.

"That's right. Fuck Charlie... fuck her nice and hard," I giggled, peeking over my shoulder to see exactly how much I'd blown this man's mind. He was silent, mouth agape, staring at his dick half-stuffed in my pussy.

"I'm dead... I electrocuted myself this morning and died," he whispers continuing to stare.

"You're not dead, Liam, but you should know that a girl like me has more than one way to get what she wants," I press back into him, ass cheeks smacking hard against his lap.

With the noise of the slap, it finally clicked. Liam began to move inside me, his quiet sounds oscillating between nervous sighs and lustful grunts. His thrusting pushed me up on my toes repeatedly. He was so deep that I swore I felt him in my lower back. As his pounding got harder, and just at the moment where I start to lose myself, my legs began to shake. When you're a bigger girl balancing on her toes, fatigue doesn't take much time.

"Get on... the floor..." I cried out, almost collapsing as Liam's cock slid out of me.

He sank to the tile floor, fully clothed besides the pants still around his ankles, cock still pierced through his soaked underwear. After reminding my legs how to move, I pulled my panties off and swung one work-boot-covered foot over his body, squatting down over his torso. My crop top wasn't doing much good, so I pulled it off, allowing my huge tits to jiggle freely as I sent the garment flying into the wall in front of me.

Liam stared at my body like he'd never seen another pair of tits in his face, stone silent. "Do we have a problem, sir?" I ask him, positioning myself over his stiff erection. Liam shook his head, but his silence was becoming quite annoying. I settled down on my knees, letting his dick flatten between our bodies and laying my pussy lips along the side of his shaft. He held his breath. Still refusing to speak.

One of my hands moved to his face, squeezing his cheeks together with my thumb and index finger. He puckered for me like a goldfish. "Talk to me, Liam. I asked you if we have a problem." My tone was sultry but direct. Liam tried shaking his head no. "I. Said. Speak," I squeeze harder, feeling the resistance of his clenched jaw. Guppy lips move, but his words are indiscernible, and inconsequential. I just needed to confirm whether or not he could follow directions.

Satisfied with his obedience, I release the vice grip on his cheeks, slapping the side of his face gently. "Good boy."

"Charlie..." he croaks.

"What's wrong, sir? A little parched from the excitement?" I stroke his shaft with my pussy, his tip sliding dangerously close to my center. Liam winces, the overhead lights glinting across his glasses with the turn of his head. "If you're going to scream my name while I fuck you right here on the floor of your laundry room, I'll need you to sound a lot better than that. Open."

He swallowed in a frantic attempt to create some spit, but even that sounded dry. "Open your mouth." With concern in his eyes, he did as I asked. I brought two fingers to my mouth, sliding them across my tongue while simultaneously grinding my pussy down against Liam's boner. I pushed them all the way to the back of my throat, then pulled them out. A long strand of spit held taut between my lips and my fingers. I leaned over Liam, letting the liquid fall from my mouth, tracing down to my glistening fingertips which then slid over his tongue. I added some tension, forcing his jaw open another notch. I pursed my lips, letting whatever remaining spit I had fall on Liam's tongue. I pull my fingers from his mouth and move my hand down between my thighs, rubbing our spit on the head of his cock.

He gulps again, sounding much less scratchy. "Charlie, I..."

I rise up on my knees, Liam's boner springing up without the weight of my body. "Better, but if you want your dick all up in my guts again..." I hook his shaft with one finger and pull it down towards my center, "... you'll need to ask me real nicely."

Liam's entire body was tense, jaw clenched, eyebrows pulled together tightly. "P- please, Charlie."

"Please, what?" I let his dick slide between my pussy lips, holding it at my entrance. I bobbed my hips to let him barely dip inside me just once before pulling back.

"Please fuck me," he groaned.

"So close," I pouted, giving him another taste, pushing his dick in a little deeper that time. He tried to grab my hips, but I batted his hands away. "Nope. There's only one way out of this, sir. Get it right. I'm on the clock for a few hours yet."

"Holy shit," Liam moaned, his arms settling above his head defeatedly. He took in a few deep breaths, clenching and unclenching his jaw, clearly working against whatever instincts he felt. After searching the room again, he looked at me, his eyes angry and desperate, begging for me to take their silent plea. No chance. I stared back flatly, waiting. "Please, Charlie, I need you to fuck me," he choked out, sounding every bit as pained as he seemed.

"Mmm... good..." I reward him with another dip to my hips, pulling in the tip of his cock past my entrance. The swollen knob of his tip popped past my resistance, but no deeper. "Say it again," I moaned.

"Charlie! Please, oh... god your pussy feels so good... Please fuck me, Charlie... I can't- I can't take this anymore!"

"Like this, Liam? Do you want me to fuck you like this?" I take another inch, the pressure holding against my g-spot now. If only he knew how good he felt inside me. "Do you want me to ride this hard cock until we both cum?"

"Oh yes, you red-haired devil woman! Fucking make me cum!" His fists balled up, forearms tightening and eyes wet with lust and anger.

"Mmm... that's right, Liam..." I let my weight fall into his lap. "I'll make you cum... but not before I do." I leaned back, his cock bending with me. My hands found the tile floor between his spread thighs, and I began to tilt my hips up and down. I kept my movements slow and controlled at first, letting myself feel and moan through every sensation. My hips bucked, my moaning becoming feral, my motions getting lost in the spasmodic nature of my enjoyment, but something wasn't right. Liam had gone quiet again.

I bent back into an upright position, my bucking turning more into bouncing with the addition of Liam's frantic movements beneath me. His face was wide with enjoyment, completely in bliss. "I'm so... close... sir," I moan, "I wanna cum on this thick cock, but I need to hear you say it."

As if struck, his eyes fly open, finding mine. "Fucking christ... Charlie... oh, you fresh hell... cum for me, girl..."

I smile widely, a surge of enjoyment flooding through my body. "Again," I sigh.

"You're so... oh, you're fucking beautiful!" his voice gets softer, eyes taking in every tear-blurred vision of me, "I want... to... feel you... cum..."

"Yeah?" I gasp, feel myself approaching the edge.

"Please... cum on my cock, Charlie. Let me feel... oh fuck... I feel it... Ohhhhh, Charlie!"

"I'm cumming!" I cry out. My body took over then, muffled smacks of my ass against his body began to slow as I rode him through the wave of my pleasure. My words devolved into moans, and my moans devolved into sighs, finally collapsing me on Liam's chest.

My mind was spinning, but a familiar sensation jolted me out of my bliss. Liam's balls were emptying into me as I lay breathless on his chest. His cock twitched and spammed inside me, his body tightening repeatedly. I intended to scold him for not pulling out, but the hot fluid inside me felt so good that it triggered another orgasm, and I came on his dick again.

"Holy SHIT, Charlie!!" Liam finally screamed, the sensation of my contraction against his orgasm proving to be entirely too much. His hands flew to my thighs, pulling me up off his cock with a pop. We both watched without breathing as his dick twitched, spurting a final jet of cum against my inner thigh.

We stayed frozen there for a moment, his cum starting to drip out of me and down onto his abdomen. He was the first to break the silence. "That was... You are..."

"Way behind schedule," I bring one work boot against Liam's side, sole flat against the tile. His hands release my ass cheeks and the other boot finds the floor. I stand up from my crouch, carefully twirling on my left toe and swinging my opposite boot just past his nose.

He laid there for the next hour, dazed and damp, while I popped back into my work gear and continued with the circuits. My mind had never been clearer, and I finished my work before Liam had a chance to get off the floor of the laundry room. Once the wires were fit with the proper connectors, and the breakers were tested, I gathered my tool bag, pulled a business card from the side pocket, and went to dismiss myself.

"Thanks for lending me your tool, Liam," I sighed, spitting the card out from between two fingers. It fluttered through the air and landed on Liam's chest. "It really was the perfect fit for the job." His fingers snagged the card, and his eyes found mine, still searching wildly. I gave him a flat-faced salute and let myself out.