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my hours back, but the pay was just insulting. I had to actually take
on side work fixing neighbors computer problems on the side, just to pay
bills. I really needed to re-evaluate my whole "situation" career wise.
Oh well fuck it right, you do what you have to do. So next up was a guy
down the street that just bought a new computer and couldn't get online.
The house was pretty decent in size, so definitely not someone who had
skimped together a hand-me down machine I was guessing. Audi in the
drive way. Yep. Probably $2000 worth of machine, DSL setup, and no
brains to work it. Lovely. My favorite kind of customer. Knocking on
the door, full of confidence, was all that was left.
When she opened the door, I was caught off guard a little. Quickly,
instead of having to explain piece by piece, how a computer works and
why you can't "download the internet" to a completely clueless
housewife, I was informed it was her husbands new toy I was there to
fix. I guess that was some kind of relief, although I know, he's not
likely to be very computer savvy either.
"It's in the office in there. Help yourself to it. It just won't go
online at all for some reason." She said as she led the way through the
house. This guy was apparently doing okay for himself, and the computer
he had just bought was fairly top of the line. The assumptions were
running rampant in my mind of how this guy was a complete
money-over-brains text book case. So fucking annoying. Nice car, nice
house, no clue.
I told her I'd have to unplug several things to make sure it was all
wired up right and it would take sometime. She thought this was some
kind of hint at needing a drink apparently and a pepsi materialized
quickly. Appreciated, even if not requested. After all the connections
checked out, time to start up the machine.
"Everything seems fine to me, but he keeps complaining he can't get to
any of the websites he needs to see. It won't bring up anything I
guess." I nodded as if I had an exact idea of which one of the 900,000
causes of 'broken', we were dealing with. Everything seemed to be fine
indeed, yet nothing came up on when opening a web browser.
Explaining that I had to dig around and find out why the icon didn't
bring up the program, might also require me to go into some folders on
the computer, seemed fairly straight forward. It's a casual way of
warning them to stop me if they don't want their porn stash hidden. "Go
at it, whatever. He probably just wants to see porn sites anyway."
I guess that's one way of saying it's okay to look through the computer
if I need to. The lady trotted off with a "I'll be back in a minute..."
as she trailed into the far rooms of the house. I guess she wasn't as
interested in getting the porn-web fixed as he was.
All the standard checks, and nothing was out of place. Right settings,
DSL was working, internet was definitely there. Just could not get a
browser to open for anything. Digging around, all the program files
were in place too. Absolutely nothing I could see pointed to the
problem. I turned to the pepsi for a moment of thought collection, and
it hit me. I opened up the icon properties to make sure it was even
pointed at the right place. I mean how crazy does that sound, but sure
enough it didn't point to any program. It was just blank.
"So, did you find the problem yet?" she asked.
One last swig of cold pepsi and a satisfying "yep." as I spun the desk
chair around to the office door.
Snake skin high heels and nothing else was her outfit of choice as she
walked into the room, pulling her hair up as she approached. No words
came out, even though a thousand thoughts raced through my head. "The
idiot couldn't even figure that out. He's worthless. You found it so
fast too, good work." She said softly as she lowered to her knees
in front of me.
Her hair now tied up, I noticed what must have been a fresh coat of
dark red lipstick as she asked "So, is that like $50 or ..." Her hands
slid up my legs, and over my pants. Unbuttoning and unzipping them with
one fluid motion, and pulling them gently back down over my thighs, her
lips parted just slightly. "Or?" I stuttered, now in complete shock as
her hands worked back up to my hips and pulled my nearly solid cock out
from under my boxers.
"Or, you cum in my mouth, and I break his computer again next week?" She
said with a snicker, as her mouth lowered, while her eyes never left
mine.
This side work might not turn out so bad I thought. And sure enough,
Sarah turned out to be my best 'customer'.
This post has been edited by DoujinMonkey: 05 November 2010 - 12:17 AM
