Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 1
"I'm doing O.K.," I thought to myself as I continued to look over the books of my dry cleaning
store. A business I would never have thought about getting into had it not have
been for Carla, my accountant. She told me that I was paying too much income tax
and should find a small business to buy.
A couple of months later, I was
picking up my cleaning when I noticed a picture of an older man with a plaque
below it, which read "In loving memory of Jack Cooper." The name of the cleaners
was Cooper's Cleaners, so, I assumed that he must have been connected to the
business in some way. When it was my turn at the counter, I asked the counter
girl who it was.
By the look on her face, I thought that I had done
something to make the teenager cry. She said, "That's Mr. Cooper. He owns, or at
least did own, the cleaners. He died two weeks ago and I don't know what's going
to happen now."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, Ms. Cooper
says that she doesn't know anything about business and she's thinking about
closing it," she replied. "We told her that we could run it for her but I don't
know what's she's gonna do."
"Do you really think that the people who
work here could run the business?" I asked."
"Sure we could," she
answered enthusiastically. "We pretty much do it now. Jake is the best cleaner
and spotter in town, the pressers have been here about ten years, and Sarah who
runs the place in the daytime could continue to do the books."
I asked
her how I could get in touch with Ms. Cooper and she said, "I'll call her for
you."
That's the way it started. Ms. Cooper, our attorneys, Carla, and I
worked out an agreement and in about a month, I became a twenty-nine year old
dry cleaning entrepreneur. I didn't know anything about dry-cleaning but I was
lucky to have inherited a staff who did.
I had a staff meeting on the
first day that I owned the business. During the meeting, I told them not to
expect me to be like Mr. Cooper but I did have one of his traits. I would not be
around very much. I told them to expect changes but not to worry because they
would be for our mutual good. On Carla's suggestion, I gave everyone a modest
raise right away and over the course of the next year, I offered them low-cost
health insurance and a retirement savings plan. I also started a suggestion box
and paid cash for the suggestions we used. Everyone seemed happy and I think
because of that, revenues steadily increased. I drove by the plant one Sunday
afternoon and saw the back door and all the windows open. I went in and all the
employees were there. They had the clothes and the equipment covered and they
were painting the walls of the work area a cheery light green. It was their
intention to surprise me. It worked.
I hung around in my spare time. I
was not there as a manager. I had given Sarah that title. I was there to learn
about the workings of the business. I had learned enough to represent the
business. I had secured drapery-cleaning business from some companies in town
and went along with Jake to take the draperies down and rehang them.
It
was one of those times when I was hanging out that I answered the
phone.
"This is Arlene Andrews," the voice said. "I'm thinking about
having my draperies cleaned and fire proofed. Do you do that type of
work?"
"We sure do, Ms. Andrews," I replied.
"What is the cost?"
she asked.
"That depends on the size, weight, and the fabric that the
drapes are made of," I answered. "I would be happy to come out to your house and
work up an estimate for you."
"Are you the owner?" she asked. "Because if
I was going to do business with your firm, I want to start at the
top."
Because Jake was busy cleaning, I went alone. The Andrews lived in
an affluent section of Orlando but when I rang the doorbell, Ms. Andrews
answered. "Ms. Andrews, I'm Studs from Cooper Cleaners, " I announced. I've come
to see about your drapes."
"Call me Arlene,' she said with a big smile.
"Come on into the living room and we'll get started."
I guessed her age
at about forty and she looked great. She was short, I would guess about five
feet to five foot one, but she was not one of those tiny women. She had an
athletic body and huge breasts. She was wearing a pair of plaid slacks and a
black V-neck sweater that showed just the right amount of cleavage.
I was
watching her cute ass as I followed her through the foyer into the living room.
When she stopped, I kept going and ran into her. I grabbed at her to keep her
from falling and as I did, my hand brushed across her breast. She didn't seem to
notice but I felt a tingle in my loins.
"You certainly know how to knock
a girl off her feet," she said
"I am so sorry," I apologized. I must have
appeared to be a real dufus because I then realized that she was still in my
arms. I released her a little too quickly and started to apologize again when
she interrupted me.
"No harm done," she said gave me a smile and a pat
on my arm.
During the next hour or so, we worked together measuring the
drapes in the living, dining, and bed rooms. She insisted on helping me and it
did make the job go better and faster. I found out that she and her husband
owned a fitness center and that she had her fiftieth birthday the previous
weekend. We joked and laughed a lot. Being near her and seeing her beautiful
body so close I kept at least a semi-rigid cock the whole time.
When I
gave her my estimate, she kind of whistled and said, "To tell you the truth,
that's a lot more than I wad thinking about paying to have them
cleaned."
"I gave you a good price and we do quality work," I said.
"Think it over and get other estimates but I really doubt that you will get a
reliable cleaner to go any lower."
She walked me out to the company van.
We were talking and laughing on the way. As we were passing her car, she stopped
and said, "Oh, I almost forgot to ask you what you would charge to clean these
choir robes." She opened the back of her station wagon and removed one of the
robes.
I checked out the robe and said, "We would probably charge between
four and five dollars each but…"
"We can't afford that much!" she
exclaimed as she interrupted me.
"Now don't go getting your panties in a
knot," I said. "Let me finish."
"I can't get them into a knot because I
don't wear them," she said.
I nodded my head like I was thinking it over.
"I'll file that under information that might come in handy someday," I said.
"About the robes, I'll make you a deal. If you will have the church give me a
receipt for $450, I'll clean and press the robes gratis."
"That’s a
deal," she said and gave me another one of those big beautiful smiles.
I
moved the robes into my van and rolled down the driver's window prior to getting
in. Sitting in the seat of the van I looked down at her big, perfectly shaped
breasts and my cock swelled to its full extension. She jumped up onto the step
of the van and laid one breast on my left hand that was still holding the door.
She pulled her sweater down by the hem showing off more cleavage and
asked, "You like these, don't you?"
" I sure do," I said. "But what gave
it away?"
She must have been standing on her tiptoes when she reached
through the van window, squeezed my hard on with her hand and said, "This." I
was moving my right hand to feel of her breast. A second or so before I touched
her, She jumped off the step and laughingly asked, "Do you think that I make out
in the driveway?"
She added, "When you are ready to deliver the robes,
call me and I'll meet you at the church. We'll get together and pray for you,
you naughty boy."
When I got to the plant, I went inside to get a cart
for the robes. Sarah went outside to help me. When I opened the van doors, she
said, "Those don't look like drapes to me."
I told her, "We probably
didn't get the drape job so I stopped by the Methodist Church a few blocks over
and picked some charity work."
Maybe it was the horny condition that
Arlene had aroused in me but I looked at Sarah in a way that I had not before.
Sarah was about five foot six inches tall with shoulder length naturally red
hair and lovely freckles. She was slender with nice breasts. I would guess her
bra size at about 34C. From her waist going south, her torso expanded into an
impressive set of hips. She was slightly bow-legged but that did not detract
from her overall good looks.
Sarah was married to a guy she dated while
in high school in northern Alabama. He was a brick mason and they moved to
Orlando in search of year around work. Even though she wasn't all that happy
with the marriage, her religion would keep her married for life. She regularly
went to church and dressed very conservatively, blouses closed at the neck and
loose skirts. She approached every task in a determined manner. And now as I
watched Sarah unload the robes into the cart, I saw her breast push against her
blouse and my dick stirred in my pants.
The robes were finished the next
day and Sarah called me to find out what to do with them. As it turned out, they
had not needed pressing. Because of the fabric they were made from, steaming and
a light touch up was all that was required. I instructed Sarah not to bag them
but to set them aside and I would get them the next morning. I called Arlene and
arranged to meet her at the church the next morning at ten o'clock.
When
I arrived at the plant at 9:30, Sarah had already hung the robes on the racks in
the van. I said to her, "Sarah, thank you very much for loading the robes. I was
prepared to load them myself. I'm lucky to have you here. You're so
efficient"
Sarah smiled that kind of timid smile of a woman not used to
compliments and replied, "I just wanted to do my part. I am impressed that you
are doing this for a church. Mr. Cooper would have never…"
I cut her off
by putting my arm around her shoulder, giving he a slight squeeze, and saying,
"I'm not Mr. Cooper." As I pulled away, I saw through the rear view mirror,
Sarah standing there watching the van leave with a confused look on her
face.
As I pulled into the church, a man was walking across the lawn. He
stopped when he saw me and started moving in my direction. As I stepped out of
the truck, he said, "Hello, I'm Jim Martin. I'm the pastor here. Please excuse
for not shaking your hand but one of the few things that I can still do on my
car is change the oil. My hands are kind of a mess right now."
"That's
perfectly all right," I said as I took hold of his arm above his hand and shook
slightly. It is a pleasure meeting you. Where would you like the
robes?"
"The door on the side toward the rear of the church leads into
the room behind the choir loft, he said. "I think Arlene Andrews is puttering
around in there. I'll just go wash up and come help you unload the
robes."
Trying not to be too eager to be alone with Arlene, I said,
"Thanks for the offer but go ahead with what you're doing. I'm sure that Ms.
Andrews and I can handle the robes."
"Well, O.K." he said. "I do want to
finish the car. Maybe I'll see you before you leave."
I tapped on the
door and opened it to see Arlene turning to look at the source of the tapping.
She was wearing what must have been a church type dress. It had a button up
front, which was buttoned past showing any cleavage and a loose
skirt.
She squeaked, "Oh hi, you're here." With that she bounced over to
me and hooked her arm inside mine. She asked, "Got the robes in your
van?"
I said, "I'll get them."
She said, "I'll help"
We
quickly unloaded the robes and hung them on an iron pipe that had been placed
along the back of the room for that purpose. Arlene said, "I'll sort them
according to size later."
She showed me around the church. We went
through an opening and in the center of the two choir areas was a grand piano.
There was a stage and in the center front was a pulpit where Reverend Martin
guided the souls of his congregation to salvation. Beyond the pulpit there were
pews to seat about six hundred on the main floor and maybe two hundred more in
the balcony.
I said, "Thanks for the tour but I think I had better go
now." She walked with me to the door.
As I was reaching for the door, she
said, "Oh, I almost forgot. I have the receipt for your donation." She handed me
the receipt and continued, "And here's a little something from
me."
Immediately, she was on her knees and almost in a single motion, she
unzipped my slacks and had my rock hard cock in her hands. She kissed the head
of my cock and ran her tongue all around it's helmet. Then she took all my cock
she could into her mouth. She had about four inches to go. She pumped back and
forth three or four times with the head of my dick hitting the back of her
throat. She made a swallowing sound and my pubic hair was tickling her lips. She
was deep throating me and the sensations in my cock were wonderful.
Here
I was getting one of the best blowjobs of my young life just inside the back
door of a Methodist church. In a very few minutes, I was pumping cum into her
mouth and throat. There was not a trace of cum outside her mouth when she
started cleaning me with her mouth and tongue.
I looked around for a
place to lay her down. Except for the floor, there wasn't any place. I walked
her back into the chapel. I reached down, lifted the hem of her skirt and sat
her bare ass on the end of the piano bench. She held her legs wide open and I
attacked her pussy with my lips and tongue. I ran my tongue along the lips of
her beautiful wet cunt and I tongued her from her asshole to her clit. She was
moaning softly. I inserted two fingers into her velvet tunnel and while I
finger-fucked her, I used my tongue to its best advantage on her clit. At the
peak of her passion, I withdrew my fingers and tongue. I dropped my pants and
leaning over her body, I slid my raging cock into her sopping pussy as far as it
would go. She seemed to be in continual climax with the spasming of her vaginal
walls. I slowly fucked her until I could not hold back any longer. I shot my
load into her with the multi-colored light shining through the stained glass
windows of the chapel.
We were just coming down from our high when we
heard the back door open. She pulled her skirt down and I pulled my pants up.
She motioned for me to sit on the bench and she started to play the piano and
sing. She had a good voice. Pastor Martin came into the chapel. He was smiling
when he said, "I thought I heard you two in here rejoicing."
Little did
he know at what level we were rejoicing. I said my good-byes and was preparing
to leave. Reverend Martin thanked me again for the robes and reached out his
hand to shake hands. I made the excuse that I had hurt my right hand so I shook
with my left. I didn't want to leave Arlene's pussy juice scent on his hand.
Driving back to the plant, I wondered if there was any significance to the hymn
she had chosen to play and sing -"Nearer My God to Thee."
At the plant, I
went directly to the rest room to wash up and then to my office. I didn't really
want to see anyone until I had finished 'rejoicing.'
Awhile later, I
heard a tap on the door and realized that I had been napping. I said, "Come in."
It was Sarah. I could tell that something was wrong and I asked her to sit down.
She remained standing. I asked, "What is it, Sarah?"
"I have a problem
and I need some help with it but I don't know you well enough to ask for your
help." She said. "One time after I was here over five years, I asked Mr. Cooper
just for some advice and he told me that I should handle my own
problems."
"Sarah, I don't know how many times I'm going to have to tell
you this but here it goes again," I said. "I'm not Mr. Cooper. Until you tell
me, I won't know what your problem is but I'm sure that we will be able to find
a solution."
I got up and went around to her side of the desk. I pushed
the door closed for privacy. I didn't know what the problem was but I was sure
that it was not anyone's business. My intentions were to put my arm around
Sarah's shoulders to reassure her, but when I approached her, she put her arms
around my neck and laid her head against my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around
her and held her. I was offering consolation but I could feel her breasts
rubbing against my chest as she sobbed. Even though I had two orgasms earlier,
my cock began to swell.
Sarah was not a woman who could engage in casual
sex and I did not want to offend her by poking her with my stiff member. I said,
"Sarah honey, tell me what has you so upset. I know that we can do
something."
She pulled back a little and though we were still in each
other's arms, there was a little space between our pelvises. She finally said,
"My husband hasn't been working very much lately and we are a little behind in
our bills. We have been getting by but now every thing seems to be coming due at
once.
"This week, we have final notices on our electric, water, and
phone bills. Our car payment is due and this week's paycheck has to pay the
rent."
"Sarah, I thought you had a serious problem," I said. "It's only
money. I value you as an employee and as a person and you are worth more to me
than mere money." I opened my wallet and took out twenty $100 bills and laid
them on my desk. "Take as many of them as you need to catch up and get
comfortably ahead," I said. "Sarah, don't ever let money make you
miserable."
She started crying again. This time harder than before. The
big surprise, to me, was that she grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips. She
put her arms around me and hugged me close. She said into my ear, "It's not easy
for me to say what I feel but I'm glad you bought the cleaners. Every since
you've been here, it's been a better place to work. You say the nicest things to
me and have been kinder to me than anyone has ever been before. I want you to
know that I'll do any thing for you."
She left the office. I picked up
the remaining bills from the desk without counting them and put them in my
pocket. I sat there literally shaking. I know that she did not mean what most
women would mean when she said, "I'll do anything for you." It's like when a guy
says the same thing, he doesn't mean he would give you a blowjob.
After a
few minutes, I left by the back door and went up to a restaurant on the corner
and had something to eat. On the way back I stopped at a little bar and drank a
couple of beers. By the time I returned to the plant, everyone was gone except
Lucy, our teen evening counter girl.
"I was wondering when you were
coming in on my shift," she said. "Do you realize that this is the first time
you've done it?"
"Lucy, I've been here when you were here," I
said.
"That's true but this is the first time you have been here on my
shift," she insisted. "Like when I am alone here."
"Lucy, that's
absolutely correct," I agreed. "Have I ever thanked you for telling me that the
plant was at a crossroads?"
"Every day," she said. "I have insurance and
I have started a savings plan. I've even got $100 from making a suggestion. And
I've got another one, too."
"You don't have to pay for this one," she
said. "I was reading an article in the Drycleaner's magazine about how much
cleaning fluid you could save by using a sniffer. It said that if you could
smell the odor of solvent, you were losing it and the sniffer would put it back
in your tank. Anyway, here's the article and Oh yes! Here's a message from
Beegee Cuningham. She's a customer and she wants you to call her today, if
possible. It's probably about her bill."
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