Locked Out

[SoftGameHunter]

Teaser: Locksmiths are always helping naked women who get locked out of their houses, NOT. But in this case, yep, that's what happens, and when he gets her inside, her running around bare-assed is just the start of things to come.
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Title: Locked Out
Author: SoftGameHunter
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Locked Out

The biggest perk of being a locksmith is how often naked women manage to lock themselves out of their homes and need my help getting back in. And it’s not just the visuals. They are soooo grateful. Not every time, but more than once I’ve been granted the reward of all rewards. They get themselves worked up into such a horny frenzy standing around outside totally nude that they just throw themselves in gratitude at me when I relieve them.

Not!

That’s bullshit. It would be nice. But in twenty years, I’ve never let a naked woman back indoors, let along gotten something from a job besides a check. But it’s not inconceivable, so when at last I did get heaven’s naked blessing frantically summoning me to get her back inside, I jumped at it.

It started with knocking at my back door. At my home. It’s a risk, but I’ve let people into their homes a number of times. Just not naked people. But when they’re locked out, they’re really locked out and don’t always have their phone on them. So my shop door has my home address. It’s a risk, but it’s a small town and it’s not like anyone can break into my house. Not a chance. Still, coming to my back door was uncalled for. I had a front door with motion sensitive lighting and a clear field of view for a reason. But it was late, almost time for bed, when the frantic rapping at the back came. I flipped on the lights in back but saw no one.

Prank. I turned away but the knocking came again. I peered out and heard some woman calling. It was cold out but I cracked the window open. “Who’s out there and what are you up to?” I called out into the dark night.

“I need your help,” a female voice frantically answered. “Please. You’re the locksmith, right? Charlie Maines?”

“Yeah, and I have a front door for this.”

“It’s too public,” came the voice. “Please. I’m, I don’t have any clothes on.”

“I see.”

“I’m only three blocks away. Please, I need your help. You take after hours, don’t you?”

“Yes, but not at my back door. I’ll meet you out front in five minutes,” I said. I closed the window and went to get my basic kit. It should be about a two-minute job. The drive over would be longer than the work. I went out to wait in the front five minutes later.

“Well?” I called into the darkness around me.

“I’m here,” she said from the bushes.

“Look, miss, I’m going to see you so you may as well come out. The clock’s already started on this. It’s a hundred bucks flat fee plus twenty-five every fifteen minutes. And five dollars a mile for the van.”

“Oh god, do we have to drive?”

“I’ll walk three blocks if you want, but it will take longer.”

“I’ll pay you when I get home, but I need to save money,” she said. I just shrugged. The time was going to cost her more than the miles but, well, that was walking three blocks with a naked woman tagging along.

“Alright, lead the way,” I said.

“It’s, um, up fourth,” she began.

“Look, lady, I know I’m charging by the quarter hour but it’s also late and I’d like to get this done tonight. I’m going to see you naked, so just come on out and show me where we’re going, okay? Otherwise get someone else.” There was no one else.

She slunk out of the shadowed bushes, clutching her hands over everything, one hand and arm up top and one down below. She was twenty-something, brunette, average build, big tits. A nice package. “Oh God, I can’t believe this,” she whimpered.

“Neither can I,” I said, not even trying to avert my gaze. “Let’s go.”

She led, meaning she was facing away, but I got to stare at her bare ass wriggling as she walked up the street. She was so worried about her front side that she kept it covered. Not many would still be awake in this sleepy town of ours, but she’d been running her mouth so much I wouldn’t be surprised if my neighbors heard her and were peeking out to look at her.

After a while with no conversation at all we arrived at a house. It was just a basic city house with the yard the size of a kitchen but the door was locked up tight. I got my tools out and soon got us in. In the living room she stopped. She didn’t have a robe handy but she realized I was still standing right there.

“So, about payment,” I began.

“Um, yeah,” she said.

“Wendy!” The female voice came from upstairs. “You left me like this! It’s been like forever!”

Wendy looked at me, sheepish humiliation all over her face. “Um, while you’re here…”

“Lead on,” I said. She almost bolted up the stairs and I followed. There in the bedroom, on the big king-sized bed, a redheaded girl also in her twenties lay. She was totally naked, spread wide, and chained to each corner of the bed with locking cuffs. Some whips and dildos sat around on the bed beside her.

“What? Why are you naked? What took so long?” she cried. Then she looked to me, blushing hard. “Oh, hi,” she said.

“I, it’s, never mind now,” Wendy said. To me, “Can you get Kim out?”

“Sure.”

“Oh thank God!” Kim cried. “How did you convince him to help when we don’t have any money? You didn’t trade sex, did you?”

Wendy winced. “No, I didn’t trade sex! I was going to pay later before you opened your fat mouth!”

“Excuse me, pay later?” I asked. I closed up the shop bag. “You promised me payment now.”

“I was desperate, okay? What if you’d said no? I’d never get back in and Kim would starve to death!”

Now this was the interesting part. In reality, I would have simply billed them and they’d have months to get the money ready. If Wendy hadn’t blurted out earlier that she would pay right away it wouldn’t even be a conversation. But, to be totally honest, Wendy was kind of pissing me off by then. I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, arms folded, looking cross.

“Please don’t be mad!” Kim cried. “We’re just really scared. Can’t we work something out?”

“I think so,” I said.

Wendy looked to Kim, then to me, then to Kim again. Then to me. “Maybe a trade?” she asked slowly. “She’s cute, isn’t she?”

“Wendy!”

“Quiet, slave,” Wendy said.

“Yes, mistress,” Kim quickly replied. So, big surprise, this wasn’t a one-off thing.

“Trading sex for services would be prostitution and I could lose my locksmithing license over it,” I said. “No lay is worth that. But it’s not like I’m a doctor or a therapist. I can have sex with my customers just for mutual fun.”

“Yeah, okay,” Wendy said, gesturing to the bed. “Kim likes fun, don’t you, Kim?”

“Yes. I love fun,” Kim said through broken voice. She didn’t sound excited as she forced a smile to her lips. “This is kind of exciting!”

“Well, okay then,” I said, setting my stuff down and walking closer. She didn’t look excited. She looked mortified and her eyes were glistening. As I started to get undressed it was hard for her to keep her lower jaw from twitching and quivering. I figured it would be low-class of me to just take my pants off so I got fully undressed myself, so all three of us were naked. I didn’t have to stroke myself more than a few seconds to get nice and hard.

Wendy stood aside, by the head of the bed, watching, but mostly out of Kim’s line of sight, so Kim was basically alone with me. I wasn’t sure if that was her intent. Maybe she just wanted to keep an eye on things. She wasn’t clutching her hands over her own body anymore, hadn’t been since we came upstairs.

“Well, come on, big boy. What, are you, waiting, for?” Kim tried so hard to smile as she spoke the words. I climbed up on the bed and felt at her cunt, slipping my fingers into her. She was wet, but I don’t think her mind and her pussy were on the same page. A single tear dripped down the right side of her face as she made her smile larger.

She was really hating it. And, again being really honest about it, that just made me harder. Wendy wasn’t looking too happy herself, but whatever. I leaned over and pressed my cock to her gash, pushing in, not so fast as to be a total bastard about it, but pretty damned fast, making her cry out, clench her eyes shut, and whimper.

“Oh, yeah, that’s good,” I said.

“Yeah. It’s really good,” Kim sobbed. Poor girl. She really hated this. I guess she was the full-time sub of the two of them and Wendy gave the orders. But whatever. She consented and I followed through, ramming her hard. It wasn’t like I would get a second chance. So I just plowed her hard and fast, slamming my hips into hers before she changed her mind.

“Oh God!” she cried out. Not in the good way. Both eyes were flowing tears now. Tears of my joy. I clutched her titties, nice big soft orbs, rubbing and pinching her nipples and supporting my weight on her chest as I pounded away. I would have like to last a bit longer, but this was amazing and the two unhappy naked girls were making me crazy. It probably seemed too long to Kim, sobbing under me until I shot my jizz into her belly. For a little bit I just stayed there, draining and softening before I pulled out and got off.

“First time with a man?” I asked. Kim nodded. Wendy stepped closer, stroking her hair. I got dressed and then pulled out the tools.

“Alright, let’s get these locks opened,” I said. I started with her legs and then her arms. “If you can’t find the key, I suggest tossing those before you get them stuck again,” I said, giving them some obvious advice.

“Yeah, thank you,” Wendy said. She walked me downstairs. I caught her full name off some letters on the coffee table and I had the address. She let me out and I walked off, hearing desperate wailing from upstairs as I walked away.

In the morning, I sent Wendy a bill for two hundred dollars. Like I told them, it wasn’t a trade. It was a mutual fun time.

[Blue]

@SoftGameHunter
Interesting story. And I think many locksmiths have certainly experienced and seen things that are very similar to your story.

Well written, the story reads very well!

[Shocker]

I like that he is a man of principles, and still sent a bill.

[SoftGameHunter]

I like that he is a man of principles, and still sent a bill.

Anything else would be a conflict of interest. He could lose his license.

I have no idea if that's a thing for locksmiths. If they have any sense, they leave it as a perk to boink the grateful customers.