Frustrated
From Torg Adventure
The slightly cloying scent of shampoo greets you as the door opens, revealing Gina wrapped up in a pair of towels; one around her body and another around her hair. All things considered, you think she still looks rather sultry, with the fabric hugging her slender body and rounding out her curves nicely. Her smooth shoulders remain exposed, showing off her flawless caramel skin, complementing her glinting green eyes and slightly pouty lips.
"Gina?" you ask, nodding your head slightly as she lets you in.
"Well, you certainly took your time," she remarks cattily before sighing. "I'm sorry. I had a long flight home, and the cab ride from the airport was murder. All I wanted was a quick shower, but you can see what happened." You see a couple of large, locked suitcases placed against the sofa as Gina leads you to the bathroom; a small setup for one, but nicely marbled and kitted for some pleasant privacy. You notice the shower head trickling a pathetic dribble of water - the problem in question.
"It'll take me a while," you say.
"I'll be in the living room if you need me," Gina responds tiredly, closing the door behind you. You lift out your tools, reaching for the handyman book, and check up the section on showers. After performing a few checks on the supply pipes and dismantling the shower head, you eventually remove the blockage and put everything back together. Packing the handyman book back where it belongs, you emerge from the bathroom.
"I'm finished, Gina!" you call, walking back into the living room and spotting Gina lounging on her sofa, back towards you and a glass of clear wine in her hand.
"Muscato?" she offers. "I usuallly have my drink after my shower but I just couldn't wait until you were done; Jack used to be faster than that. You're welcome to relax for a little."
"Sure, thanks." You guess you could use the break, seating yourself on the sofa just as Gina leaves for the remainder of her shower. You take a sip from the glass she set aside for you, pleasantly surprised at the dry, sweet flavor. Easing yourself into the comfortable cushions you give a big heave after the fiddly repair work you just completed, soaking in the high of another achievement managed.
"Are you still there?" you hear Gina call, slightly more distant than before. You make your way to where she is, finding her in a softly lit bedroom. Your eyes widen at the sight of her with no more than a blanket covering her lower body as she lies on her bed, displaying the irresistible contours of her back in plain sight.
"Did you call, Gina?"
"I'm sorry. I usually ask Jack for help, but since he's no longer here you'll have to do. My back is killing me after hours of flight," she says, with a noticeable hint of irritable grumble in her voice. "I need someone to help fix all the knots in my back... You are a handyman, right?"
You pause. The prospects of another woman literally offering her body to you are very tempting, but you're not sure if Gina's in the mood. Then again, if Jack did this on a frequent enough basis, why couldn't you take his place?...
Help Gina out?
