"It's Not for Everybody"
Part 7
Joe came home later and asked about hearing from Skip.
Coop didn't want to explain the afternoon, in storybook form. It was easier to let everything fade into time. He did however. say that Skip wanted the job for every other Thursday.
"That's good, he will be a welcome help around here," Joe commented.
"How did the house tour go?" asked Cooper.
"Better than expected. They are a young couple and really like the place. It depends on financing, so it's just wait and see for now."
"It's always that way in the Real Estate game from what I can see," concluded Cooper.
"Got a point there my love – got a point," replied Joe, going into the bedroom to change into ratty old looking jeans.
The following morning, Skip, on his way to work at the hospital, stopped to talk about working for Cooper and Joe. They settled on cleaning the apartment every other Thursday. It was a good day because Joe and Coop could take turns being there until Skip became familiar with the apartment.
Thursday, was a workday for wages and not a sex day. They were three addict of sexual perversion and sex is a powerful desire for cum pigs. However, that was the agreement and they planned to stick to it. – "Yeah, right!"
The apartment consisted of a compact kitchen, living room, dining area, two bedrooms two bathrooms and a den. The floors were tile, hardwood and some carpeting in the hallway. They had no clutter, no pets and no junk lying around. The job was a breeze.
Housekeepers were paid an average of $12.00 per hour at the time. Cooper offered Skip the job at $25.00 per hour and Joe up it to $30.00, starting at 9:00 am until 3:00.pm. It was only six hours a week.
"That's too much money guys. I appreciate it, but don't go overboard. I am not used to being spoiled. I'll take the twelve. This place is clean and not really a lot to do.
"You will take thirty," insisted Joe.
"Ok, you're the boss. If I do a lousy job, don't keep me as your housekeeper; but still keep me as your...well, you know what I mean." said Skip.
Joe put his arm around Skip smiling. "Are you my buddy?" he asked.
"I'm your pretend son," replied Skip. "And your son," he said to Cooper. On Thursday however, I am an employee and want no special favors."
"Deal, but what if my balls are full in need of a blowjob and it happens to be on Thursday?" asked Joe playing with him.
"That's tough love mister, I don't get off work until 3:00 pm" Then Skip giggled and bent over and kissed Joe's crotch. This was a nervy move on Skip's part because touching Joe's crotch meant an erection with consequences waking the sleeping giant.
"Gotta run guys, I have twenty minutes to check in at General H." he babbled and was gone.
"He's happy," commented Joe.
"I know, he is such a cutie. It will be good having him around," stated Cooper, looking out the window.
"His car is a piece of junk."
"Got that right, it runs like a tank...a very sick tank,"
Skip drove a clunker of a car. Cooper thought a Ford Sedan, but not certain what it was exactly. It had a lot of rust on it.
Thankfully, he didn't drive much. From the apartment to Elizabeth Street, where Skip lived was several blocks. It was very walkable and that is what he did, most of the time.
"Being available is what it is all about," Joe reminded Cooper who was speechless, thinking about that wreck of a car.
"Of course – keep it real." He sadly mumbled.
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