* AUTHORS NOTE – this photo story contains adult themed material – so anyone who had a sheltered upbringing or has a delicate disposition is advised to stop now and come back when I have exhausted this storyline ( which may be a while yet as it’s too much fun)
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Neville had many jobs during his travelling years: washer upper, chef, barman, labourer, taxi driver, you name it, he’s probably done it (maybe not well, but he’s had a go!)
Standing in the spotless kitchen of the secluded mansion House in the woods with the beautiful yet abrupt German lady, Neville mustered up his manly practical skills to obey her instructions, she pointed to the sink half full of cold congealed washing up water.
“There, fix eet.”
“Oh yeah, this is blocked right up, have you got a bucket…er …Miss?” Neville still didn’t know her name.
“Ja, there.” she replied sternly, pointing to the next cupboard, “Get it done, NOW.”
Neville was a little bit scared and a little bit thrilled by her abruptness.
Delving under the sink to remedy the cause of this problem, he had to clear out a space to work first, ‘A torch, that’s handy’ he thought as he didn’t have any tools with him.
Taking off his Jacket, Nev tried the usual things first, boiling water, pumping the plughole to create a vacuum, nothing seemed to budge whatever the blockage was.
“You haven’t poured cooking fat down there recently…er….Miss?”
“Nein, nein, you can address me as Mistress ….Mistress Petra.”
“I’m Neville.” He replied, glad to know her name at last.
As he got on with the stinky job of cleaning out the U bend, she marched off, click clack went her heels on the hard floor.
“Do eet and clean up after.” She called as she left Nev alone in the echoey large kitchen.
He was sure he heard distant stifled screams, ‘Must be the wind’ he thought.
The pipe was stiff and took a bit of effort to unscrew, the putrid smell was gross, as expected as the dirty water gushed into the bucket.
It’s not even windy outside, Nev’s mind was roaming as more faint shouts could be heard, it was all most peculiar.
At last the sink pipe was cleaned out, Nev found some weird stuff that he could have sworn was candle wax as well as hair balls and an earring; quite pleased with himself he imagined her thanking him and smiled.
Like all good workmen, Nev cleaned up and put everything back where he’d found them, washing out the stinky bucket he gazed around the kitchen when his eyes fell on some unusual things. He wondered who else lived in this big house, must be a man he guessed, by the detritus.
His curiosity had been roused, a men’s magazine, keys and what looked like Gauloise in the ashtray ( he’d travelled in France too) Nev scanned the letter but it was written in German and he wasn’t very good at reading although he recognised a few words, not enough to understand the content.
Getting bolder he opened the top draw and got the shock of his life…a GUN!
Money, travellers cheques and plane tickets – this was NOT what he’d expected to find.
‘SHIT!’ his brain went into panic mode, shutting the drawer swiftly on hearing noises in the corridor outside.
With heart thumping he tried to work out what it could be – a shuffling and squeaking with breathless grunts as well as the heavy thud thump of slowly moving footsteps.
As the noise maker passed, he couldn’t help himself, opening the kitchen door quietly he peeked down the hall.
SHIT!
Gobsmacked….with utter shock and tingling with….oh dear….Neville’s brain was numbed.
What on earth had he just seen?
Unbelieving, he had another look to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating as the strange scenario slowly disappeared up the long darkened hallway to a distant entrance followed by the slamming of a door.
He stood alone in the hall for a long time it seemed, trying to make sense of the whole situation.
Questions, queries, and conundrums whirled around in his head, his thought was interrupted by the opposite door opening and lovely Petra appearing.
“Ah, you have finished ja?” Nev sheepishly nodded.
“Err yes….Miss….Mistress Petra, it’s all sorted now, as right as rain.”
“Gut gemacht.”
“I am pleased viv you.” She handed him a note, a pound note, which Nev was happy to accept ( it was a long week till payday and he was skint as always)
“No problem, Miss….Mistress Petra, I’m happy to help such a lovely lady as yourself…” He was beginning to get his priorities in order and really wanted to see more of this special lady now the job was finished. Just when he was mustering up to ask if he could see her again the door opened.
The same lady he’d seen in the hallway not ten minutes beforehand. Tall, statuesque and with a haughty expression of almost distaste, she stood inspecting his whole figure with her dark eyes, appraising him from head to boots, making a throaty humph sound.
“Is zis the one?” she asked Petra, rudely ignoring Neville as if he was an item of furniture.
“Ja.”
“Er ist akzeptabel.”
Neville looked quizzically from one to the other.
“My sister Felina agrees, you vill work for us, zis house iz old and need repair…how you say… heimwerker…handyman?
Neville was taken aback by the offer (or command, he wasn’t sure which) as he gazed from one beautiful face to the other, he could tell they were definitely related and the idea of sisters gave him a bit of a thrill too.
“Yes, great, when shall I start?” He was tad over eager and the excitement of that evenings goings on had roused his blood.
“Come again next Monday night.”
Then it hit him, this wasn’t a full time job, he’d have to wait a whole week to see her again.
“Ok but what do you want me to do then?”
“The gutter, it eez blocked, mend it.”
With that he was unceremoniously ushered out of the house with barely time to grab his jacket.
It was a long dark bike ride back to town, especially with no lights, all the time his mind was excitedly thinking about his next visit to the House. Neville was only just in time to catch last orders at the ‘Jolly Sailor’ pub but decided not to mention his evenings whereabouts to his brother Barry.
“Where have you been, I thought you’d done a bunk?”
“Er…went to the cinema.” Nev lied. He had been staying at Barry’s pad since he returned but perhaps it was time to find his own place, away from awkward questions and prying eyes.
“Hey, Nev I told Sindy about that chick today.” he taunted.
“Yes, who is she? Are you seeing her again? Barry said she looked foreign? I’m so glad you are making other friends.” Sindy was getting a bit fed up with him being the gooseberry around Barry’s place, especially as he creeped all her friends out.
“Not sure.” Was all he answered ambiguously.
What happens when he returns to the House?
What other strange goings on will he witness?
Wait and find out in the next exciting story….
©Juliette Dodd 2020
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