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Harry quite enjoyed his new role as Jenny’s chaperone. Jenny was game for a laugh and there seemed to be no shortage of kinky cleaning requests. Jenny had taken to wearing an old fashioned black and white maid’s outfit. Harry thought that as the weight fell off Jenny, she had begun to look quite attractive. She had invested in a very shapely Basque which also helped improve her appearance and shape. She had grown her hair and wore an Alice band. Many clients wanted her to arrive with her hair tied back and then to let her locks free. She wore very red lipstick. She had some leopard print rubber gloves which also seemed to be popular. Harry had a uniform too. He dressed like a chauffeur and even wore the traditional cap. He went into role and adopted the tone of Parker from Thunderbirds. He carried a heavy silver tipped cane which he felt happy to wield if necessary, so far everyone had been well behaved. Jenny whose clients were now 100% kinky was happy to give Harry 25% of her fees plus petrol money. They had agreed early on that they were not going to travel by public transport. Jenny usually left home wearing a very shapeless long coat. Harry gathered that her husband Tim who didn’t do social media had absolutely no idea of what her new business entailed. From Jenny’s descriptions he sounded like a boring old fart. Jenny had confessed that she was building up a running away account. Harry didn’t blame her. He hoped that the extra money he earned would enable him to get the new kitchen and bathroom he needed. He still hadn’t heard back from Babs. He still desired Gemma. Meanwhile his new role was a great distraction. He didn’t know where he stood with Sadie, but he felt that she was distancing herself from him.
That morning they were off to Patcham to see an elderly man called Jim who wanted Jenny to clean his bathroom whilst he sat in the bath and pleasured himself. Jenny always factored in the cost of Harry’s petrol and insisted on parking permits in areas where there was residents only parking. These cleaning trips were usually for a maximum of two hours. Jenny would not just do only kinky stuff, as she insisted that she was first and foremost a cleaner. Naked cleaning was by far the most popular request. Harry had become quite familiar with Jenny’s flesh over the last few months. Jenny’s main rule was that there was no handling of her body or the client’s. She was not adverse to a flick of her duster on someone’s buttocks or member if that is what they desired and that was as far as she was prepared to go. She had got used to what her clients did to fulfil their fantasies, but she did not want to handle anyone or be handled. This was what Harry was there to prevent. Harry was a tall muscular chap and whilst he was a softie at heart he could do a very good impression of being a hard nut when it was needed.
Jenny seemed to be in a pensive mood, Harry thought she seemed quieter than usual.
‘You ok Jenny, a bit quiet today?’
‘Oh I was just thinking about how much my life has changed Harry. 6 months ago I was an admin person. I was invisible and now I am running my own Kinky cleaning company. Who would have thought it!’
‘Do you enjoy it? You seem very good at what you do.’
‘I do in a strange way. I have always wanted to help people but never felt I had the brains to be a nurse or something like that. Now I help people who have sexual fantasies. They get their rocks off and I get paid. They end up with a home which is cleaner than it was.’
‘It’s a win, win Jenny.’
‘What about you Harry, are you enjoying your new role?’
‘Well who would have thought that I would end up being your chaperone. The extra cash is great and you are very easy to be around. We certainly have a laugh when we do these jobs don’t we.’
‘We do and you are also easy to be around Harry. I am sure you will be snapped up by some sophisticated Hove woman soon.’
‘I have my eye on someone but I need to get hold of Babs as she has promised to give me some stuff for a little party I am planning.’
‘What do you need?’
‘Glasses, plates, bowls, cutlery, a table cloth.’
‘Harry I am sure I can get you that stuff either from my home or from the charity shops. Does it all have to match?’
‘I just want to create the right impression for a certain lady.’
‘Ok leave it with me. Will you invite me?’
‘Yes of course.’
‘I hope you have kept your flat looking good Harry.’
‘I have but I would pay you to do a pre party clean and I would ask you to keep your clothes on!’
‘Well that would be novel. I could get my tabard out.’
When they arrived at the Bungalow in Patcham, Harry saw a few neighbours were outside their properties pretending to tend to their recycling bins or sweep up a few leaves. It seemed clear to Harry that Jim had a reputation. Jim was probably a man who had no shame and had announced to his neighbours what would be happening on that wet Wednesday in October. Jenny mentioned to Harry that she hoped Jim had put his central heating on as she removed her coat and applied her lipstick. Today she was wearing thigh high black leather boots that Jim had requested. She also had a new feather duster and Johnson’s baby powder. These had been purchased at Jim’s expense and Jenny always insisted on pre-payment either by cheque or internet banking. Jenny was always happy to indulge her clients as long as they were prepared to pay and she knew that someone else would over time request the same clichéd items. After just 3 months in business Jenny reckoned she had more kinky stuff than Marsha and Bob had. She had bought herself a plastic lockable cupboard which was in her garage. Tim thought it contained cleaning products. It did, but it contained an awful lot more.
All eyes were on her and Harry as they stepped out of the car. Harry always considered himself to be a gentleman and had insisted on carrying her new vintage leather suitcase which contained her cleaning products and any other special articles that the client had requested. There were a few titters from the onlookers but nothing to be concerned about. They rang the doorbell of the bungalow and were a little taken aback by its ringtone. It played ‘Born to be wild by Steppenwolf’. Jim answered the door dressed in full biker’s leathers. He was probably about 80. Harry thought the diminutive Jim looked harmless and he introduced himself as Parker the Chauffeur to the lovely Miss Jenny. Jim looked delighted and let them in. Harry was always in awe of how Jenny operated in these situations. She was always very business like and confirmed the requests that the clients had made at the time of booking. Following the confirmation of the booking she always asked if any additional services were required, which were always subject to her terms of agreement which she normally emailed or posted. Harry was also able to be a witness to what was agreed. He felt very comfortable that Jenny operated in a very open and fair way. He was in awe of the way she read out the agreement in a dead pan matter of fact way when she arrived at a client’s home.
‘Jim it is lovely to meet you. I just need to run through what was agreed. You would like me to spend 2 hours cleaning your bathroom and pleasure room. You would like me to clean wearing my short skirt maids uniform but without any panties but with stockings, suspenders and thigh high boots. The first thing you would like me to do is fill the bath with bubble bath and hot water. You would like to strip in front of me and climb into the bath. Once you are in the bath you would like me to bend over whilst cleaning the lavatory, so you can get a good view of what is under my skirt. You would like to pleasure yourself whilst watching me do this. You would then like me to clean your basin and taps. You would like me to pin my skirt up at the front when cleaning your shower screen which is part of the bath. You would then like me to clean the bathroom floor on my hands and knees with my skirt pinned up at the back. You understand that I will not touch you and you will not touch me. I have agreed that once you are out of the bath and have dried yourself I will apply talcum powder to your private parts using a new feather duster. After this you would like me to move to your pleasure room where you would like me to dust and then do a polish of surfaces and pictures. You will be on your exercise bike naked. You would like me to give the floor a good mopping whilst my skirt is pinned up at the front and the back.’
Harry noticed that Jim seemed to be very excited and kept nodding and had an inane grin on his face. Harry was interested to see that there was a little set of stairs with a handle to help Jim climb into his bath, someone had nailed these to the floor. There was a non-slip mat in the bath and a rail on the wall to help him lower himself. Jim had it all sorted. Jim just had to ensure that his legs worked.
Jenny got to work and Harry decided to take a look at Jim’s pleasure room. The room was painted a deep vermillion. Jenny had told him about Bob and Marsha’s room. It seemed to be that so called ‘pleasure’ rooms had to be red. He was stunned when he looked at the posters of Jim in his youth which almost covered every surface of two sides of the room. Jim was on a variety of different motorcycles topless looking like a stud and riding pillion were a variety of topless babes who all looked like models. They all seemed to have very pert breasts and big hair. The other posters in the room were from films and featured motorbike stunts. Harry realised that in his youth Jim had been a stunt man. In the middle of the room was a red bike but when he looked closer it was an exercise bike which had obviously been custom made for Jim to resemble a motorbike. However when Harry took a closer look, he could see that the bike was designed to be ridden naked. The seat had several indentations. He realised that as Jim pedalled various things would emerge from these. On the handlebars and the dashboard he could see a series of drawers or slots which would deliver a variety of different stimuli. Harry was gobsmacked and couldn’t wait for the bathroom session to end and the pleasure room session to begin. He didn’t understand why the bike was plugged in. He wondered if the bike would emit an authentic sound or aromas.
Ever since Harry had been working as Jenny’s chaperone he was amazed by the new things he had learned about what people got up to in the privacy of their own homes. He had already decided that in comparison to some people he was very dull in the bedroom department. Jenny told him that what he liked was known as vanilla. Harry thought he was too old to develop a taste for Rum and Raisin or Pistachio and never really understood why anyone would want Cookie Dough.
Time seemed to fly and a powdered naked Jim entered the pleasure room looking pleased and satiated. He climbed onto the bike and started pedalling. Whilst Harry didn’t want to watch Jim he was fascinated by how the bike would operate. Jenny entered the room she had drained the bath and made sure it was squeaky clean. She was wearing her leopard print rubber gloves. Harry noticed that Jenny had trimmed her lady garden since the last cleaning job. She refused to entirely remove her pubic hair. She said that she was aware that no one under 30 had any but she was far too old to follow that trend. Harry stood in the corner whilst Jenny dusted. Jim was working up a sweat and as he pedalled Harry realised that something entered his anus which seemed to give Jim a great deal of joy judging from his facial expressions. The bike was emitting an authentic motor bike sound and the Steppenwolf track. Harry was fascinated as to who would have designed such a bike. It was so bespoke. How on earth did Jim find anyone who was able to make it. Harry guessed that Jim had lots of contacts in the film industry and judging by one poster he had been a stunt man on a James Bond film. Harry could almost imagine Q explaining to Jim what this exercise bike was capable of. Jenny just focussed on the cleaning.
Later Harry would struggle to remember at which point he realised something was going very wrong. He thinks it was just after Jenny vacuumed the floor and then proceeded to mop up around the bike. She had gone to get a towel to dry the floor and Jim’s bike had done a swerving motion and had tipped her bucket of water over, drenching the base of the bike. At first Harry really did think that Jim was having the best orgasm of his life. He probably was, but he was also being electrocuted. Harry would never forget the look on Jim’s face. Later he described what he saw to the Police as a mixture of extreme ecstasy and deep agony. Smoke was coming off Jim. Harry remembers warning Jenny to stand back and not touch him. He found the fuse box in the hall cupboard and turned the power off. Jim looked a little sooty as he slumped against the dashboard. Time seemed to stand still as Jenny and Harry just stared at Jim. Jenny looked somewhat stunned but removed the pegs which held up her skirt and asked Harry to call 999.