A pool boy with extra perks of benefits – 01

God I wanted her. Time to see if my negotiating skills were up to par.

I reached out to her, placing my hand on her cheek, my thumb rubbing across those luscious lips. “Make it $200 in two weeks, throw in a blow job each morning, an afternoon in bed once the job is done, and you have a deal.” I don’t know where I got the courage to spit it out, but I did, taking my chances. I had her over a barrel, and maybe my dreams could come true.

She stepped back abruptly. “Are you kidding? I can’t do that!”

Jesus. Me and my big mouth. Time for the either/or close. “Railey, I really can’t work for free. If you like, for $900 I’ll fix the pump and filter for you, and I’ll tell you what you need to do to clean the pool. It’ll only take about 3 days of hard labor to get it cleaned up. Either that or I can do the whole job for you, and we can get a little creative on how to pay it off. Which would you rather do?”

She turned her back on me, and I watched her re-tie her bathing suit top. “I don’t believe this is going to work, Sam. I’m disappointed in you. I think you’d better leave.”

I suddenly felt lower than low. Why had I run my mouth? “Sorry I couldn’t be of help, Mrs. Thomas.” Fuck. For three hundred dollars I could have been rubbing her down right now. So close to my dream. And I’d still have had a chance later. Now I’d slammed the door shut. Damn it!

I guess my sales technique needed a little work. Or a lot.

* * *

“So? How did it go?” Mom asked when I walked into the kitchen for a soda.

“It didn’t. She needs a lot of work done, but can’t even afford to pay for the parts. I guess she’s going to shop around, or maybe try to do it herself.” I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

“Really? That’s too bad. Are you sure you couldn’t work out a deal? Maybe she could pay you overtime.”

“We explored the idea, but I still can’t afford to buy the parts on my own.”

“You could charge it on my card. That would give you close to 30 days to pay it off without any interest. Maybe she could make payments.”

I was rummaging through the pantry looking for a snack. “I’ll keep that in mind if she doesn’t come up with a better solution on her own. In the meantime I’m going to fix that board in the fence, and you might put the word out to your other friends that I’m available for odd jobs.”

“Ok. But I’d still appreciate it if you did what you could for Railey. She’s having a difficult time right now. She could use a little sunshine in her life.”

“Alright Mom. I get it. I’ll talk to her tomorrow, to see what I can do.”

* * *

It was a vacation. I’d stayed up late, and was hard at work avoiding getting out of my warm bed, when Mom knocked on the door. “Are you awake, Sam?”

I rolled over and sat up. “Sure. What’s up?”

“That was Railey Thomas on the phone. She wants to know if you can go over the first chance you get.”

I looked over at the clock. 10:08 AM. Damn it. “Got it. Thanks. I’ll go right after I clean up.”

“Good. And remember what I said. Do what you can, and you can use my card to charge any parts if you need. Please, Sam.”

“Ok, Mom. I’ll do what I can.”

* * *

Railey Thomas met me at the door, a little more conservatively dressed than the previous day. Just a little. She had a black crochet cover-up on, that had more holes than material, and I could see she had a white bikini underneath it. It might have been sexier than the bikini alone.

“Hi Mrs. Thomas. Mom said you called.”

“I did. Come in, please,” she turned and walked into the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink, Sam?”

“Light beer if you have it.”

She didn’t comment on my being underage, or drinking before noon, or any other such nonsense. She brought me my beer, and I saw she was working on a drink of her own. “Have a seat.”

I sat on the couch, and she sat down next to me, turned sideways.

“I’m sorry about yesterday. It was just that your suggestion caught me off-guard.”

I turned to face her as well. “Me too. I don’t know what came over me. I hope you’ll forgive my rudeness. I was way out of line.”

Her lips turned up in a poor imitation of a smile. “Of course. It was all just a small misunderstanding.” She took a deep drink from her glass, and put it back down. “I know it’s my fault. I started with the whole sunbathing nude, and putting lotion on. It’s easy enough to jump to conclusions from there. But I’m not like that, you must know. I see how you look at me, Sam. I have for years. And I understand. I thought that a little show might be all it takes, but I forget sometimes you’re not just a kid anymore.”

“Please, Mrs. Thomas. You don’t need to explain. I’d like to do this for you, if I can. Let’s just figure out how. Anyway I look at it, it’s going to come to at least $1200 in parts, maybe as much as $1500, and that’s if we’re lucky.”

“I know. I made a few more calls, and I understand you are really doing your best. I had one company in here today, and to get it done by this weekend they wanted over $4500. It just seems crazy! That much to fix a pool! It was only $25,000 to put it in. Your estimate of $2000 was more than fair, I’m sorry about the way I behaved.”

“No more ‘sorries’,” I reminded her. “How much money can you come up with now?”

“A little over a thousand.”

I heaved a sigh. “Could you make up the difference in the next 30 days?”

“Another $1000?”

“No, the rest of the cost of the parts, maybe $300.”

“I can get you at least $250 in the next couple of weeks, and the rest after that.”

“Ok. I can work with that. That takes care of the money for parts. Now what can we do about the rest? We have to come up with an answer quickly, because if I’m going to get this job done in the next three days, I’ll be working non-stop until then, and we don’t have a minute to waste.” I was hoping she was still willing to go along with the topless/nude sunbathing.

I could see her blushing. “To start, the sunbathing and lotion part is still on the table. If you’d like.”

“That’s a very nice start.” Hell, I’d settle for that, if that’s what it took, but it was too early to tell her that.

She looked down, unable to meet my eyes. “I can’t, I really can’t be giving you blow-jobs every morning. Would a hand-job be enough? Maybe during your lunch break? I’ll be happy to feed you while you’re working here.”

Daily hand-jobs? “Railey, that would be wonderful.”

She seemed to perk up at my words, and she reached her hand out and put it on my knee. “Really? You’d settle for that?”

Not much of a salesman. It was obvious I could have pressed for more. “Railey, if that’s all you’re comfortable doing, I’m not going to force you into anything more.”

Her smile was back. “Thank you Sam. I was thinking, if you’d like, after the job is done, you could come by once a week to take care of the pool. I could pay you $20 each time, and another hand-job, to kind of make up for things.”

Jackpot. I’d hit the horny teenager lotto. I took her hand in mine, and gave it a squeeze. “I’d love to be your pool-boy, Railey.”

She turned away again, suddenly nervous. “I guess that takes care of the daily payments. What are you going to need for the final payment? An afternoon in bed is simply out of the question.”

“I’ll tell you what. Let’s get started. I have to get the pump motor as soon as possible, since nothing else can be done until that’s fixed. If I somehow manage to get this pool clean in time for your party, you can decide what’s fair as a final payment. I trust you.”

She looked at me steadily. I wasn’t sure what was going through her brain. She took a long sip from her cup. “That sounds fair. We’ll base it on how good a job you do. I’ll do my best to make sure you’re not disappointed.” She scooted closer. “Do you need your first payment now?” She looked down at my crotch.

Pinch me. I’m dreaming.

“I’d love to, but we really need to get that pump fixed. I’ll take the cash now, and we can leave the rest of the payment for later. I should warn you, I’m going to need some help from you if we’re going to get this done in time.”

“What kind of help?” she asked hesitantly.

“Some jobs need more than one person. Especially scrubbing the pool. You don’t mind helping with a little of the work, do you?”

“If it’ll get the pool clean, I’ll do whatever I have to.”

“Then we have a deal. Can you write out a check? If so, I can be back with the parts I need in about an hour.”

“Let me get my pen.”

* * *

“Mom! Can I borrow your credit card? I’ve got $1000 from Mrs. Thomas, which you can deposit. She’ll pay the rest in the next few weeks.”

“You worked out a deal? That’s great! Thanks so much. I owe you for this one. I promise you, I’ll make sure you get paid better in the future. Every job won’t be a charity case.”

Paid better? That might take some doing. “No problem. I didn’t have anything lined up for the next few days, and when we’re done, I’ll have a regular job taking care of her pool each week.”

“Terrific. Here’s the card. And make sure you do a good job. And be respectful.”

“I’ll do my best, Mom. I promise.”

* * *

Two hours later, I was back at Thomas’, tools in hand, cursing the installer that had placed the pump in such an awkward position. Railey was standing nearby, watching me struggle. She was still dressed in her bikini and cover-up, and I wanted to remind her about the sunbathing nude deal, but didn’t have the guts.

“Damn it!” I growled, giving up on my current attack. “I’ll have to remove the surrounding pipe. Nothing’s ever easy, is it?”