Carpet Cleaning

Billy and Charlie liked the money. Good thing because cleaning carpets for a living sucked. The things they found under furniture or in furniture would make your stomach churn. It was an adventure going into people’s homes and most times not a good one. However, sometimes things worked out. The rich people’s houses were fun. Mostly just to look around and see how extravagant people lived.

This was one of the good times. Billy took the job off the list at the office because he recognized the street, it was in a really fancy neighborhood. The job looked tough though, all the carpets and all the furniture. Fuck, this could take all day, maybe more than a day and usually the rich housewives were in your armpit complaining the whole day. That was fun. He almost put the job back for some other sucker but he was so fucking tired of finding old food and clothes under couches and that is one thing these rich people did not do.

He slid the job in his pocket and signed out for it. He noticed a note in the book as he registered. He grabbed it and read it. The husband was out of town and the wife was going to be out the early part of the day. Sweet! The daughter was would be home and she would let them in and sign for completion. Hmm, that could be a good thing or a bad thing. She could be a hottie or she could be a troll and she could be sweet or a bitch. Most of the times though, the rich ones were bitch hotties. Oh well, it still beats the rotten ham sandwich he found yesterday.

He grabbed the keys to his truck and yelled for Charlie. It was only 7:45 in the morning on Tuesday but he wanted to get started early and try to finish this job before the wife got home. Bitch hotties were not nearly as picky as bitch mommies. Charlie came running out of the break room with two cups of coffee. He grabbed his coffee and went out to the truck. They drove to the fancy neighborhood and found the house easily. It was a fucking mansion! The yard was bigger than his house. They climbed out of the truck and walked to the door.

He pushed the doorbell and the chime was massive. He jumped back a little. They waited for a minute or so and nothing happened. He pushed the button again. He looked at his watch, 8:10. The job had a start time of 8:00 so they weren’t too early. Still no answer. He pushed the doorbell two more times. He was getting pissed now. He did not want to drive back to the office and try to get another job now, just the crappy ones would be left. Another push. He heard some movement and the sound of locks being opened seconds after the last blast of the chime. The door burst open.

“Holy fuck!! Can you wait a minute!” Came a shrill scream from behind the screen door.

Billy jumped back again. He looked and saw a young girl who looked like she had been run over. Her hair was a mess, tangled and unbrushed. Her eyes were barely open and she had bags under them. He thought her face looked pretty but he couldn’t really tell right now.

“Sorry, we were afraid no one was home.” Billy answered in a calm voice.

“And you thought leaning on the fucking doorbell was going to make people be home?” She screamed.

He had to admit she had a point. He shrugged his shoulders. She opened the screen door and they walked in. If he thought the outside was nice the inside was magnificent. It looked like a fucking museum. He would be afraid to touch anything. As he walked past the girl he noticed the left side of her face was really swollen. She was holding it with her hand.

“I am really sorry, miss, we shouldn’t have rung so many times.” Billy apologized.

“Never mind, I am just a little cranky. I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday and they hurt like a mother fucker.” She said, not screaming this time.

He looked at her closer. She was indeed pretty and young. 18 at most, he thought, but you never know these days. She was wearing a pink tank top with little straps. One of the straps had fallen off her shoulder and he could see her white bra along the edges of the tank top. Her boobs looked nice, not massive or saggy but firm and pretty large for such a little girl. She was short, he noticed, he was only 5’8” and she was at least 6 inches shorter than him. She was wearing baggy sweatpants so he couldn’t tell much else. He followed her into the other room and he did notice her butt was pretty nice. The sweatpants were big and loose but they were a little tight around her ass. He smiled, bitch hottie.

She handed them a sheet of paper. It had handwritten instructions. There were 10 of them and he started reading. Son of a bitch! The bitch wife was going to be in his armpit even though she wasn’t even there. He must have made a face.

“I know, my Mom’s a real bitch about stuff like this. Believe me, you are better off with her gone. I don’t really give a fuck, I think the shit’s already clean.” She said and tried to laugh.

She moaned in pain and grabbed her cheek. He felt a little sorry for her, she looked so miserable. He put the note down and looked around. He figured they would start upstairs. The stairs would suck, better to get them over with first.

“I think we are going to start upstairs so you need to get what you need from up there. You will need to stay off the carpets for at least 4 hours after we finish.” He said to her.

“Dammit, I will have to stay down here, I am not getting fucking trapped upstairs. Let me go get my Vicadin, my mouth really hurts.” She said and took off up the stairs.

He did notice her ass moved quite nice as she climbed. He shook his head and turned to go to the truck. He and Charlie started to unload the equipment.

“Did you see that bitch, she was fine.” Charlie said.

Billy smiled at him, Charlie was such a horndog. He spent every cent he earned trying to get laid. He was a fixture at the clubs and most of the women ignored him so he was not successful very often. Every now and then a girl would have a really bad day and give Charlie a tumble, but it had to be a really bad day.

“I could fuck her sideways to Sunday.” Charlie said and rubbed his crotch.

“Keep it in your pants, tiger. She is a customer and she is only a baby.” Billy said.

“Fuckin old enough for me, she looks to be at least 18 and that keeps me out of jail.” He answered.

Billy laughed and knew Charlie would be hard the entire day if she was around. He would have to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. They carried the equipment into the house and dropped it all at the foot of the stairs. She was standing in the kitchen, filling a glass of water.

“Ok, we are getting started. You done upstairs?” he asked.

She swallowed two pills and then looked at him.

“Yeah, I got these magic puppies. Do you have anything for me to sign? Let me do it now. These fuckers usually knock me out and I took two. My mouth really hurts.” She said.

“You are not supposed to sign it till we are done.” Billy said.

“Fuck that, I told you I thought they were already clean. As far as I’m concerned you could swish a vacuum around and get out of here. Give me the paper. That way when you guys get done you don’t have to bother me.” She insisted.

“But maam.” Billy uttered.

“Give me the fucking paper!” She said through clenched teeth.

He could tell she had a temper and he didn’t really want to see it. Bitch hotties can be dangerous when you antagonize them. He pulled his clipboard out of his pack and handed it to her. He handed her a pen and she signed the completion form and handed it back to him. He slid it in his pack and she walked into the other room. He thought about just taking off, they were technically done. The customer had signed off on the work. He decided that was pushing his luck, bitch mommy would figure it out. He started up the stairs.

The upstairs did not take as long as he thought. There was not much furniture and the stairs were wide. They were done in two hours, well ahead of what he thought. Charlie carried the equipment into the living room and Billy followed. He noticed she was lying on the couch and the TV was on. He went back into the kitchen to get the rest of the equipment. When he came back in he saw Charlie kneeling next to the couch. “Oh fuck” went through his mind immediately.

He ran around and saw Charlie pushing her hair out of her face. She didn’t move. She was breathing really slow. Her left arm had fallen off the couch and was hanging limply, the remote on the floor beneath. Charlie looked up at him.

“I think she’s out.” He said.

“Ya think so, she’s dead to the world. Two Vicadin will kick your ass and she is a little thing.” Billy said.

“She is so pretty.” Charlie said and Billy noticed he was running his fingers across her right arm.

“Charlie, leave her alone. We have work to do.” Billy said.

“Billy, we are way ahead of schedule and she is so pretty. Can’t I play with her a little?” Charlie said with a little whine.

“No, Charlie, you can‘t play with the customer. She’s not a puppy.” Billy said and laughed.

“C’mon Charlie, let’s do the dining room first.” Billy added and walked out.

Charlie frowned as Billy went back to the equipment. He looked down at her and he could see her boobs were squeezed together. They looked beautiful. He reached out and touched the soft skin of her cleavage and ran his finger into the crevice. His cock lurched in his pants. He ran his fingers up and down her cleavage a little more and stood up.

Billy was worried Charlie would not be able to concentrate with her there but he couldn’t do anything about it. However, Charlie came into the room and worked like a man possessed. They ripped through the dining room in record time. They walked into the living room and she was still out. She hadn’t even moved. They were going to have to move her to do the rugs and couch.

“Charlie, we are going to have to get her out of here.” Billy said.

“I’ll do it.” Charlie said and leapt to the couch.

Billy watched Charlie slide his hands under her and lift. Her head drooped and her arms hung limp to the side. She was really out of it. Her boobs were screaming at him now. They were pushing her tank top big time in that position. He notice Charlie had also taken notice of this and was staring at her chest.