"Is Chaaaaarlie available?" I heard one of my dumbass coworkers talking about me when I took a step into the break room. Four of them were filling their travel mugs around the small plastic table in the dull-lit room.

"The fuck you want, Clyde?" I snapped up my brow, making an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with the grungy man. He always breaks after a few seconds, completely incapable of talking to me for more than a sentence or two.

"Nada. You got a call from a... special client," he looked towards another coworker, an unspoken nomination for him to speak on Clyde's behalf.

The man he's singled out is Geoff, one of the apprentices. He's too big for his britches and everything he does gives me the ick, but he also lacks the ability to hold his tongue, which is always entertaining. "Speak, newbie," I joined the stare-off aimed at Geoff, snagging the coffee pot from his hand.

"Well, uh... we got a call about twenty minutes ago from a guy who asked for you... ah... by name," he started.

I sighed heavily in response, pointing to the embroidered patch across my overalls. My first name, last initial, and company logo are emblazoned in large, readable letters. Geoff rebutted. "No, it was the *way* he asked 'bout you... guy sounded like he was gonna... y'know..."

"Bet I don't," I raised both of my eyebrows this time, looking back and forth between his reddening face and the stream of coffee filling my thermos.

"Y'know... sploosh?" He made a lewd gesture above the tabletop, balling up his fist and then sharply flicking his fingers out towards me. "Uh... and he also asked that you bring electrical... tape..." he added, quickly hiding his hands in his lap, "... whiiiiiich we all thought was weird." Geoff's eyes darted around to the other men, seeking backup.

"Tape. Got it," I twisted my thermos closed before adding, "When I start giving a rat's ass about your sploosh, big G, I'll let you know. Later, haters!" I stomped back towards the cluttered reception desk to get my house calls for the day. My heartbeat started to race as thoughts of my last encounter with Liam flooded across my mind. Did he really call my work and request both *me* and *electrical tape*? I really didn't think he'd have the stones to do that...

Sure enough, as I pulled my list from the wall-mounted clipboard, his name was front and center, first appointment of my shift: *FULL CIRCUT CHECK. Client is concerned there may be uninsulated wiring, requests extra insulative material.*

Even just seeing his name on my paperwork sent a jolt of energy through my body, forcing me to linger a little too long at the desk... I barely saw a blur of movement, which sent the scalding coffee up to my lips, the burn of the dark liquid suppressing my idiotic smile just as the receptionist spun around.

"Remember to have an *electric out-look* today!" she said grinning widely, hoping her latest topical pun would land.

The endless jokes from her used to annoy me, but I'd recently decided to find them charming, so I squinted my eyes and nodded my head at her politely before backing through the main door, taking a "see ya later" sip from my thermos.

By the time I got to my truck, I was already planning over a dozen different ways I'd like to get Liam tied up. The excitement provided more hype than any amount of caffeine, but that didn't stop me from downing my drink as I drove across town to his house. I was so consumed by my own fantasies and desires that I completely stopped feeling the heat of the coffee on my tongue.

I was cataloging the various rolls of electrical tape that I keep stashed in my truck by the time I pulled into Liam's driveway. As pretty as my orange temflex would look around his wrists... I just can't pass up my lucky roll of black insulative tape. It's thick, wide, and easy to snap with my teeth...

I threw the truck in park and hopped out. I flipped the lock on the side panel where I keep my tool bag, letting the hatch swing open, the metal hinge squeaking sharply. As I gathered my supplies, my previously-suppressed smile slid between my reddening cheeks as I wondered if the homeowner had heard me arriving... if he was already watching me through his windows... and what sort of thoughts might be flooding through his mind...

I all but kicked in his front door. There was no way I was going to let him know how excited he'd got me.

"What the *fuck* were you thinking, Liam?" I spat as he backed up from the entryway.

I pulled the door closed behind me and set my tool bag down on his kitchen table with a loud thump. He flinched at the sound, bringing those timid eyes to meet mine.

"I was... I had no way to... I had to see you again, Charlie."

"Cute. Doesn't answer my question," I unzipped my bag and started to rummage around. When Liam didn't respond quickly enough, I stopped my search, staring at him blankly. He should know better than to be silent around me.

I felt the slick outer edge of my lucky tape and located the middle of the roll, pulling it out of the bag. I held it out as if I were displaying a prize fish.

"Oh!" his eyes darted around nervously. "The... I didn't... I actually needed..." he stutters, pointing towards the laundry room where we'd had our last encounter.

My brows lowered as my arm did. "What did you do now, Liam?"

He winced again, lines condensing at the corners of his eyes and glasses settling back on the bridge of his nose. I only let myself notice his features for a second before the blinding rage began to creep up the back of my scalp. Did this man really fuck up his wiring just to have an excuse to see me? My feet moved before I had a chance to collect my tools or my thoughts, and I blew past Liam, making a beeline for the dryer.

"God DAMN it!"

Liam slunk into the room behind me, his back to the wall. I couldn't do anything but stare at the hole where one of his outlets used to be. Multicolored wires jutted out at every angle, twisting and contorting around each other. I immediately start to trace them around the box, searching for the origin points.

"I was... ah... trying to add another switch to that one," his voice trembles.

My temper flared. "Jesus fuck, Liam! You can't just shove another wire in there! You could've-" I stopped, turning around to face the rattled homeowner. "Kitchen. Now."

"Why would we go..."

I winced, mocking him, pointing back towards the kitchen the same way he'd pointed towards the laundry room.

A hint of anger flashed behind his eyes, but he did as he was told, walking back out into the main section of his house. I followed him closely, running my fingernail along the outside of the tape until I find the edge. "Take your shirt off," I command.

"Charlie, we should talk." Liam turned to face me, putting his palms out.

"I only listen to naked men," I sighed, pulling out a length of black tape as long as my forearm.

I snagged the edge in my teeth, looking back over at Liam in time to see his lean muscles bulge on his chest and abdomen as he pulled his shirt over his head. I felt myself caught in a slow exhale, the twinge of lust growing steadily between my thighs.

My jaw clenched and I snapped a section of tape free from the roll and took a step towards him, slipping my fingers around one of his bulky wrists and pulling it down against his waistband. Quite a bit shorter than him, I looked up past my lashes and watched his wince melt into devilish curiosity, as if this wasn't exactly why he'd requested "extra insulative material."

"Is this why you think I left you my card? To come here at your whim?" I flattened one end of the tape against his skin and roped it around his wrist easily.

He offered the other, bowing his head. "S- sorry, Charlie," he groaned.

"Not sorry enough to keep you from ripping your outlet apart. Now I have to actually fix your shit after I'm done fucking you. Do you know how long that's gonna take me? Honestly, Liam, this one might cost you a little extra," I scolded the guilted homeowner, crossing one of his wrists over the other and wrapping the tape around them both. I kept it loose enough to not pinch his skin, but tight enough to force his pecs together and show off the bands of muscle twisting around his arms.

I suddenly realized that I'd only ever seen Liam's cock during our first encounter, pulling it through his briefs so I could ride him. The details of his vulnerable and sexy body were all new to my eager eyes... They traced the lines on his torso, cataloging every dip and curve of his form.

Before my face had a chance to reveal my growing lust, my fingertips moved to his waistband, popping the button on his slacks and pulling them over his muscled buttocks. His briefs were next to hit the floor, and all at once I had the full vision of him. My eyes danced over his body, almost letting myself forget who I was dealing with.

"You said we should talk," I looked up at his face, biting my lip and wanting instead to sink my teeth into the taut skin of his chest. "You're naked, so talk."

He sighed heavily, his eyes closing for just a second. "I haven't been able to sleep since you left..."

I stood still, waiting for the rest of his words to come. His arms flexed, stretching the black electrical tape and forcing it to dig into his skin. His cock was at half-mast already, twitching and pulsing as his frustration began to take hold. He held his hands down over himself, obscuring my view.

"Every time I close my eyes, I see your face, your hair... I hear your voice! I didn't want to call for you to come here... I want you all the fucking time, Charlie."

"What are you trying to say, sir?" I coo, smoothing red crinkled hairs into my curly ponytail.

"Please, Charlie. I want... I want you to make me yours." Liam started to stroke himself without my permission.

I sighed, snagging the free end of the electrical tape and extending it to the very end of my reach. The taut, rubbery note hung in the air as the tape left the roll. Neither of us took a breath as I snapped it with the sharp edge of my front tooth, letting the remaining tape fall to the floor.

It wasn't that I didn't want to tell Liam he'd been haunting my dreams the same way I'd been haunting his, but neither of us were thinking clearly. I decided to give him another chance to stow his feelings after I drained his balls.

I pressed my palm into his hair-covered chest and marched him backwards, forcing him against the nearest wall, the strip of tape still dangling from my snarled lips. With a quick motion, I brought his wrists up against his chest and slapped one end of the tape on his forearm. With expert fingers, I looped it around his broad back, cinching it tighter than I had his wrists and looping the adhesive ends around each other. He wouldn't be grabbing anything until I said so.

With a sly smile, I popped down into a squat, looping my fingers around Liam's erection. He twisted and strained to see around his arms, holding his hips out. Such an eager man...

"You want to be mine, Liam?" I asked, stroking him up and down.

"Fuck... yes..." his cock twitched in my hand, already leaking from his tip. He wasn't going to last long at all.

"Well... I like watching men cum. Do you think I can watch you cum for me?"

"I'll cum so hard for you, Charlie," he growled. He was quaking, responding to every one of my motions.

Inside, I was just as eager as he was. His last cumshot had felt like a rocket launch inside me, the look on his face forever solidified in my mind, but this time I'd leave with new memories... I began to stroke him, no longer in the mood to play with his mind.

With one hand at his base, squeezing him with my own tensing reaction, my other hand explored his length, twisting and grazing his soft skin. I let my fingertips press hard into his shaft, then fall away into soft, flittering touches. At the end of one of my stokes, my thumb covered the underside of his fat tip and I started to roll it back and forth.

Liam almost buckled. He pressed his shoulders against the wall, his body wriggling and his breath heaving. The tape stretched against his ribcage, but didn't break.

"That? You like that?" my tone was higher, almost gasping. I could feel my clit lighting up, my pussy lips following shortly after. It felt like an exclamation point of heat in my panties, soon to be soaked with my wetness.

"Yes! D- don't you dare stop!" He barely got the words out before my thumb started again, this time pumping his shaft with my other fist.

I felt him getting harder, and I settled back on the heels of my work boots to get a wider view. He was thick and straining, fighting the relentless hold I had on him... and losing.

I watched his balls visibly tighten, the knowing making my pussy clench with anticipation. I didn't blink, I didn't breathe... I kept my eyes wide open.

"Oh, f- fuck... Charlie!" Liam yelled out my name, but I was too focused on his cock to realize it was the loudest that he'd ever been.

His dick pulsed beneath my fingers and I felt his jizz shoot through his girth, erupting from his glistening tip. A thick stream of white, pearlescent cum shot through the air, and my eyes followed it, taking endless snapshots in my mind.

Liam groaned, his cock twitching again. Another few puddles of white coated my hands, small droplets traveling down my angled wrists.

I pulled my hands back, my eyes still transfixed on Liam's throbbing dick.

Without a conscious thought, I licked my wrist, my tongue dragging along the smooth liquid. He tasted good... so good that I almost felt disappointed for not taking more of his load on my tongue.

I looked up at Liam, still lapping up the cum on the back of my hand. He was smiling wide, a goofy excitement raising his brow. I got to my feet quickly, unable to let him bask in his accomplishment for one more second.

"On your knees," I gave him a sharp glare.

His smile didn't fade as he lowered himself shakily onto one knee, then the next. He watched with delight as I pulled off my uniform pants, the canvas grazing against the rubber heels of my boots.

"Do you still mean what you said before..." I asked him, tossing my pants to the floor and walking toward him. "... now that your balls are empty?"

"Wh- Yes! Charlie of co-"

"This is gonna be the only time you'll be allowed to mumble," I cut him off, swinging one knee over his shoulder. "Tell this pussy exactly what you want, and maybe, if you're good, you'll get it."

Liam gulped visibly, his glasses glinting in the light as he stared into my tense center, ogling my pink pussy lips. They were swollen and hot, magnetized to the object of my desires... his mouth.

Unable to bring my body closer to him, still bound by my web of tape, he moved his mouth to me without another word, his tongue splitting my labia and piercing into my center.

My moan turned into a surprised giggle as my hands found the back of his head, holding myself against him while he started to lick me furiously. I propped myself on my one toe, half-climbing on his shoulders, desperately mashing my pussy against his face.

I lasted almost as long as he did.

His soft lips found my clit and his stubbled chin pressed against my opening. As he began to flick and suck at my tense spot, I started to lose control, moaning every swear word I could think of, barely hearing the sound of my own voice. I could feel him moaning too... The vibrations buzzed deep into my body and forced my to core to tense. I could feel that I was about to cum all over his face.

With a rush through my whole body, my pussy gushed hard, and I screamed. My vision blurred, my hands grasped Liam's head, my hips bucked, sliding my lips over his obediently flattened tongue.

I lifted my knee from his shoulder, my legs shaking hard from my orgasm.

We both breathed heavily as I sank to the floor with him, wrestling with the tape, even dipping my face to cut it with my teeth. I tried to pull it off quickly, all of a sudden worried that the adhesive would start to hurt.

Liam showed no signs of pain, no wincing, no confusions. He looked at me with the sort of affection a girl like me rarely sees. I felt a flip in my chest and I knew... I knew I wanted the same thing he wanted.