"Oh yes, you know how dirty it can get."
"Yes ma'am."
Jane had the cleanest bedroom carpet I had ever seen, but she insisted that I go over it meticulous and slow. I began setting up my equipment in her room as she sat on the bed and watched me.
"The mister out at sea again?” I asked.
"Yes, damn Navy keeps him gone more than he's at home."
I just nodded and began spraying the pre-treatment on the rug. She laid back on the bed with a smile on her face.
"Mark, you don't mind if I entertain myself while you're working, do you?” she asked.
"No ma'am, not at all."
I looked up to see her taking off her clothes and lying back naked on the bed. The look on my face must have given me away.
"This doesn't bother you, does it, Mark?” she asked innocently.
"Uh, oh, no ma'am,” I stuttered, “you do whatever makes you comfortable."
She smiled again and reached into her nightstand for a vibrating dildo, then opened her legs, closed her eyes, and began rubbing it against her pussy.
"Mmm … this feels good,” she muttered.
It was hard to keep my mind on business as Jane pleasured herself with her imaginary lover. Her body writhed and squirmed in ecstasy. She was an older woman, but her body was still firm in all the right places. She had told me once that she had been a waitress at the CPO club at the Navy base in her younger days, but she would sometimes take the gentlemen in the back room and give them a lap dance. Dancing is what kept her legs strong and firm. It was also how she met her husband.
As I moved the spiral cleaner over the rug, I glanced up to see Jane put the plastic penis inside her pink folds. This caused her to moan uncontrollably and caused a rise in my jeans. Her free hand moved to her breasts, rolling and kneading them as if she were preparing bread, and her nipples became hard and rigid under her fingers.
It never mattered how long it took me to clean the carpet … Jane would put off her orgasm until I had turned off the machine and stood helplessly at the foot of the bed, waiting to be paid. She screamed as the climax took over and I shoved my hands in my pockets to keep from grabbing my cock. It was a vulnerable feeling and I could hardly wait to get to my van so that I could have my own orgasm.
Jane, still naked, smiling, and panting slightly, would give me my money, give me a kiss on the cheek, and tell me to take care until she needed her carpet cleaned again. I secretly hoped that it wouldn't be long before I would get her call.
* * * *
The house on Palmetto Drive was a bit different. The first time I arrived at the brick ranch-style, I could hear the couple arguing from outside the front door. I hesitated to ring the bell, but I didn't want them to think that I was late. A red-faced man opened the door.
"What?!” he yelled.
"I … uh … I'm Mark from A-1 Carpet Cleaners,” I stumbled, “I have a 9:00 appointment here."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot,” he said, immediately becoming calmer, “come on in."
"Are you sure?” I quivered, peering in.
He walked ahead, leaving me in the foyer, so I came in and closed the door behind me. His wife stood quietly in the kitchen, embarrassed, I assumed, by the fact that I heard them arguing. I tried to set her mind at ease.
"You know, my parents have a brick home similar to this one. It's so well insulated, you can't hear a thing through the walls."
One corner of her mouth turned up, but she didn't look convinced.
"Mike!” yelled the husband, “come in here."
I followed the voice to find him kneeling over a red stain.
"Can you get this wine stain out?” he asked.
"Yes sir,” I replied, “I'll do my best. Oh, and it's Mark."
He stood and waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Whatever. What about this pet stain?"
"Yes sir. Our treatment specializes in pet stains."
"Good,” he growled, “my wife's piece-of-shit dog tries to use the carpet as his own personal toilet."
I looked over as she scooped up her puppy and tried to comfort it. The little tike didn't look any older than a few months and I knew from experience that it took some puppies a little longer to become house broken.
"Not a problem, sir."
"Good,” he repeated, then turned his attention to his wife and took her arm, “Come along, my dear. We have some unfinished business to take care of and the boy has work to do."
He led her out of the room and I stared after him. Boy? Who was he calling a boy? I was in my late 20's.
As I set up my equipment and began spraying on the pre-treatment, I could hear them arguing again.
"Look at this bill!” he yelled, “Why the hell do you have to spend so much on clothes?"
"But you like for me to look good, honey,” she countered.
"Look good, yes, but not spend a fortune doing it!"
From my position in the dining room, I could look right into their bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her standing beside him, her hands wringing in anticipation.
"I've had it with your over-spending, young lady,” he scolded, “and if you are going to act like a naughty little girl, you're going to be treated like one."
Without announcement, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her over his lap. She began kicking and screaming, but his arm across her back held her tightly in place.
"No! Please! I won't do it anymore!” she screeched.
"No, you certainly won't after I get finished."
He laid several hard smacks on her skirt covered bottom, then lifted the material out of the way and began spanking the center of her black panties.
"Robert! Ow! Please!” she begged, “Not while the carpet cleaner is here!"